Chen Feng remained silent; he was well aware of the tricks Old Bai was playing.
However, Bai Yizhong, Li Siye, and others knew how awesome Chen Feng was, but the Eight Elders and the audience did not.
They saw that Chen Feng didn't speak, which meant they acquiesced.
Damn, is he some kind of idiot? What makes him so confident and composed? Does he really think he can write four poems and do calligraphy?
Will he?
Does he even know what poetry and calligraphy are?
The eight elders' beards trembled, and their faces turned deathly pale with anger.
"This is utterly shameless and absurd. Is this how young people are these days?"
Liu Mubai spoke rudely and his face was full of anger.
The audience started discussing it.
"My God, how dare he? If this were a singing competition, I would definitely support him. He can do anything. But this is poetry and literature. Does he really know how to do it?"
"Look at how calm Fengshen is, even when he's just touching things while writing songs with him, don't you think there's a possibility...?"
"How is this possible? How could there be such an amazing person in this world? He's a genius among geniuses in music, and his painting skills are already incredibly impressive. Now you're telling me he can also write poetry and calligraphy?"
"Is this even human? This is impossible."
This reflects the sentiments of the audience at the venue, while viewers outside the venue and those watching on television are also confused.
For them, Chen Feng's musical talent was unmatched, but as for poetry and calligraphy, while everyone understands those things, it takes many years of cultivation to master them.
How old is Chen Fengcai? How could he possibly know poetry and calligraphy? Even if he did know poetry, he might just stumble upon a few poems by sheer luck.
But calligraphy? That's not something you can do just by being talented; it requires practice after you've learned it.
"My God, look at the Wind God's face. He seems so confident. Where does his confidence come from?"
"I have a bad feeling; I feel that Fengshen might surprise us."
"No way, there are actually people who believe he can write poetry and do calligraphy? They're all idiots. This is obviously just Chen Feng trying to increase his popularity by being a cheap trick."
"Are you an idiot upstairs? Or is this your first time hearing about Fengshen? Does he need to increase his popularity?"
The three questions garnered a lot of support.
It can be said that Chen Feng's appearance this time surprised many people, while also filling them with anticipation.
On the set of the variety show "Poetry and Calligraphy in the Prime of Life," Sa Beining's face stiffened. Although he didn't really believe Chen Feng, he still pretended to be a professional host and said, "I didn't expect that Feng Shen is not only unparalleled in music, but also has some knowledge of poetry and calligraphy. I'll have to take a good look at him."
As arranged by the host, the poetry recitation began, and calligraphy was scheduled to follow.
The four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, stepped forward to represent Huayu and showcase their poetry skills to the public.
As for Fengyu's side, naturally there was only Chen Feng.
At the Wind Whisper Building, Chen Feng, Zhang Xiaopang, and the others who were about to compete looked nervous.
"Sister Qingning, why do you look so calm? Aren't you worried at all?"
At this moment, Li Qingning was so engrossed in the Tomb Raider Chronicles that she had to be called three times to snap out of her reverie of that strange world of tomb raiding.
"Huh? What did you say? Worried? Why should I be worried?"
He asked three more questions in a row, leaving everyone completely bewildered.
"What? You mean Chen Feng's poetry and calligraphy? Haha, you guys are worrying about nothing. Let me tell you, you should be more worried about those eight old men over there."
I was joking, I was worried about him, and I've seen his weird side before.
Li Qingning shook her head and continued to immerse herself in the world of the novel.
Zhang Xiaopang, Yang Zhaoyue, Li Zongsheng, and their group were left speechless, their mouths agape, unsure of what to say.
On set, Sa Beining, holding the question, began to speak.
"Good afternoon, teachers, judges, and viewers both in the audience and watching on television! Due to the limited number of participants, we need four impromptu poems for this session."
"As you all know, the representatives of Huayu here are four highly respected senior poets who have studied poetry for many years and have left their mark on textbooks, while Fengyu only has Mr. Chen Feng, the number one person in the Chinese music scene, whom everyone knows."
"Therefore, for this poetry competition, each person needs to compose one poem, while Mr. Chen Feng needs to compose four poems."
"To be fair, according to the rules, the theme for this poetry writing session is a word that is scrolling across the big screen."
After host Sabinen explained the rules, everyone understood them.
"Why should it be? Is this considered fair?"
Yang Zhaoyue was furious in Fengyu's office. "Our boss has to write four poems by himself, while the other side only has four poems for four people. And they are all old men who have studied poetry for many years. Is this what you call fair?"
"Yeah, I used to really like Professor Sabinenian, but now it seems like he was also paid by someone, right?"
Fengyu and his group chattered on and on, extremely angry.
Li Qingning looked at the group of people, smiled, and didn't say anything.
I thought to myself, "You'll see soon enough what it means to be invincible."
"Four elders, do you have any objections?"
After Sabine finished reading, he turned around and asked.
"We naturally didn't offer any opinions, but of course, I still think it's not fair enough."
Yuan Chengfeng looked at Chen Feng and said, "We won't bully a junior like you. Here's the deal: we'll compose four poems, and you only need to compose one. If your poem is half as good as any one of our poems, we'll admit defeat, how about that?"
As soon as the four elders said this, the entire audience cheered.
"Say yes, say yes, that's the only fair way."
It seems the audience also knows that this kind of competition is completely unfair. They didn't expect the four elders to come up with such a solution, and their impression of the four has improved considerably.
As expected of four highly respected elders, they have a very good vision.
Sabinen smiled, turned to look at Chen Feng, and said, "Mr. Chen, what do you mean...?"
"No need. I'll put it this way today: whatever you do in poetry and calligraphy, I'll do as much as you do."
The audience erupted in uproar; they felt that Chen Feng had completely gone too far.
Meanwhile, the old guys on the judging panel were all smiles. "Hehe, I wonder what kind of timeless masterpiece this kid will leave us this time. I'm really looking forward to it."
Sabine was taken aback by Chen Feng's answer, and then said, "As expected of a young man, as expected of the number one person in the music industry, I admire you."
"In that case, let's begin the program. Please look at the big screen."
Everyone stared intently at the large screen, which began scrolling through words: spring, summer, sadness, farewell, animals, and so on.
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