Sabinen also went to heaven. Faced with this situation, even he felt that Chen Feng had gone too far.
Such magnificent poetry and calligraphy have been revealed to the world, and you're sleeping? Who do you think you're disrespecting?
The audience members in the audience and those watching on television also felt that Chen Feng had gone too far.
"Sigh... Chen Feng is getting more and more arrogant. Now that he has achieved fame and success, dominated the music scene, and has money, he doesn't care about anyone anymore."
“I always say that people turn bad when they have money. Look at Chen Feng, he used to seem like a good person, but now he’s a piece of trash who doesn’t know any manners.”
"The person upstairs is right. He dares to sleep on a live show, what else wouldn't he dare to do?"
"This is a blatant disregard for the audience, the production team, and the country."
The audience, both inside and outside the venue, were outraged. They felt that Chen Feng disrespected culture and did not understand etiquette, and that they had been insulted.
Even Bai Yizhong, Li Siye, and others who were hiding below the stage were stunned.
"What is that brat doing?"
"Forget it, if it were me, I'd put on an act too. After all, he's the one kneeling on the ground worshipping. He's the best in the world at poetry and calligraphy."
Bai Yizhong smiled broadly, eagerly anticipating that Chen Feng would once again deliver a timeless masterpiece for him today; then his life would have been worthwhile.
Chen Feng was subjected to a barrage of criticism, and his head was buzzing.
After a while, he came to his senses and figured out the whole story.
Then, looking at the poems and calligraphy on the screen, he casually said, "That's it? I can do that too."
Spectators inside and outside the stadium, the eight elders, and Sa Beining: ? ? ? ? ? ?
Holy crap!
The entire audience was stunned; their mouths dropped open, and they questioned the meaning of life.
That's incredibly bold of him! How could he say something like that?
"My god, Chen Feng is getting more and more outrageous. This is no way to show off."
"Don't say that. He's so good at writing lyrics, maybe he really is."
"What a load of rubbish! Can lyrics and poetry be the same? Besides, it's not just about poetry; there's also calligraphy."
"I feel really disappointed in Chen Feng. I'd rather he just get off the stage and go to sleep. Watching him is annoying."
The audience was angry; their casual manner made people question their intelligence.
On stage, Sa Beining looked rather displeased, but as the host, he couldn't say much.
The eight elders clutched their chests in anger.
Yuan Chengfeng had a fiery temper and rushed forward, but was held back by several old men.
"Don't pull me! This brat is utterly ignorant! He's driving me crazy! I'm going to slap him a few times today so he'll know who he is!"
Seeing the reactions of the group of old men and the audience, Chen Feng remained unmoved and said seriously, "I'm telling you, it's just a few poems and a few pieces of calligraphy, it's very simple."
"Damn it!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
No one was able to stop Yuan Lao; they all rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward. Fortunately, the staff and Sa Beining managed to separate them. This was almost a broadcasting accident.
However, the audience did not complain about the program team, but instead denounced Chen Feng's poor upbringing and arrogance.
To ease the tension, Sabinen had no choice but to announce the judges' arrival ahead of time.
"They are Li Siye, Vice President of the China Calligraphers Association. Welcome!"
"And also, welcome to Bai Yizhong, the president of the Poetry Association!"
"Welcome, Vice President Yang Jianye of the Poetry Association!"
"Welcome, Master Zhang Daoyun, a renowned calligrapher from the Calligraphy Association!"
As the judges from Sihui took the stage, the attention of the eight elders and the audience was temporarily diverted, followed by a series of introductions.
The gist of the event is that today, eight elders will each write poems and calligraphy, judges will evaluate them, and the works will be displayed to a national audience. They will also share their insights on calligraphy and poetry creation.
Of course, Chen Feng of Fengyu was the same, but the eight elders spoke right after the host Sa Beining made the announcement.
"We made a bet with Fengyu backstage. How about we change the rules? We'll each contribute a poem and a piece of calligraphy, and the judges will evaluate them."
When the eight elders spoke, Bai Yizhong and Li Siye were completely dumbfounded.
Because they couldn't understand what these eight old guys were doing, why the hell was there any need for a competition?
"In that case, what are the stakes?"
"Naturally, if we lose, we will apologize to Chen Feng on the spot; if he loses, he will retire from the music industry."
Among the eight elders, Elder Lu stepped forward to speak.
Shh!
Upon hearing this, the audience booed.
The audience's values are still quite sound. Although Chen Feng is arrogant and impolite, this blatant bullying is just too much.
You eight old guys who have spent most of your lives studying poetry and calligraphy are bullying a twenty-year-old? Is that something a human being would do?
You lose and apologize, but the other person loses and has to quit the music industry. Do you have any shame?
Many people started criticizing him, but this time, the audience sided with Chen Feng.
"Chen Feng, don't agree. Although you didn't perform well today, I will always support you musically."
"This is clearly a huge trap, but Fengshen is not going to fall into it; he's not stupid."
"How dare those eight cunning old geezers propose this competition?"
"Don't worry, everyone, Chen Feng would never agree to that... Holy crap, is Chen Feng an idiot?"
I agree!
On stage, Chen Feng shrugged indifferently and readily agreed.
At that moment, an uproar erupted.
The audience across the country was stunned. What was going on? Chen Feng stepped into such an obvious trap and even looked happy.
In the eyes of the audience, poetry and calligraphy are things that only old men who are about to die can achieve. Chen Feng is so young, he probably doesn't know them at all.
"Since you both agree, then you need to establish rules."
“There are eight of you, but only one Fengyu. This imbalance in numbers will make the competition unfair. So I suggest that Fengyu invite outside help on the spot.”
"One poem or one painting is not enough for evaluation, so I suggest that each side submit four poems and four paintings."
"No problem, as long as he can find outside help."
The eight elders readily agreed with the judges' opinions.
"I don't need it. I'm enough on my own. Chairman Bai, are you trying to provoke me or help me?"
Bai Yizhong blushed; his little trick had been seen through.
He just wanted Chen Feng to write more poems and calligraphy, what's wrong with that?
"Chen Feng, we're trying to help you. Since you don't appreciate our help, then you can write four poems and four calligraphy pieces all by yourself."
Bai Yi was inwardly laughing hysterically; another peerless poem had appeared in the world.
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