Just as Mosanti was at a loss, an old man from the Tongcheng Academy finally stepped forward.
Ye Qiu had met this person before and even spoken to him.
This person was Chang Zilong's grandfather, Chang Wei, who was also the third elder of Tongcheng Academy.
It was Chang Wei's interference that prevented Ye Qiu from entering Tongcheng Academy.
Ye Qiu wasn't particularly bothered by the matter, but he was serious about suppressing Tongcheng Academy because he had other plans.
Seeing Chang Wei get up, Ye Qiu remained calm and showed no panic.
Chang Wei stared intently at Ye Qiu and sneered, "A piece of trash that my Tongcheng Academy doesn't want has actually stood out because of the changes in this year's league, which created a separate academic competition area. That's interesting."
“If Elder Chang finds something interesting, then it must truly be interesting,” Ye Qiu said with a faint smile.
"Heh, young man, don't be too arrogant. Even if you enter the finals as the first in the literary competition area, you are not qualified to participate in the Great Dragon League. Some things are not just about literary talent," Chang Wei said coldly.
"Oh, then what else does Elder Chang think we need?"
"You will know this in your own time. Remember this: you will never be able to enter Tongcheng Academy in your life. You can only be a pimp in some second-rate academy because in our Tongcheng Academy, your aptitude is not particularly outstanding."
Furthermore, being successful in the literary world doesn't mean you'll be successful in other fields. There's nothing to be proud of in writing; since ancient times, scholars have been seen as a hindrance to the country. Men still need to cultivate themselves, or they'll easily die a violent death. Young man, take care of yourself." Chang Wei's eyes were extremely sharp.
"Elder Chang, what a boastful tone! How can someone highly regarded by the three masters be so insignificant in your eyes? Does that mean you don't even respect the three masters? Or do you disregard the entire literary world of the Great Dragon?" Wu Manman retorted, giving Chang Wei a cold look.
On the stage, the expressions on the faces of Li Yuanxiu and the other two were not good.
Because Chang Wei looked down on Ye Qiu, they also came to despise him.
Or rather, it shows contempt for the entire literary world.
"Elder Chang, your statement that 'scholars ruin the country' is quite inappropriate. Without scholars, without writing, you wouldn't even be able to understand the text of cultivation techniques, so how can you talk about cultivation?" Long Yue also retorted angrily to Chang Wei.
Chang Wei frowned, speechless for a moment.
On the stage, Zhao Mo couldn't help but ask, "Elder Changwei, the Emperor is currently giving great support to scholars in their studies. Are you not even putting the Emperor in your eyes?"
Upon hearing this, Chang Wei's expression finally changed, and he hurriedly said, "I didn't express myself clearly just now. I wasn't targeting anyone else. I just felt that Ye Qiu's personality, if he were to rise to prominence in the literary world and be given important positions, would lead to the downfall of the country."
"Oh, then tell me what kind of personality I have? Do we even know each other? We've only met once. Who do you think you are, daring to mess with me?"
Ye Qiu retorted without hesitation, his words sharp and cutting.
Chang Wei was furious. In Tongcheng, no young man had ever dared to speak to him like that.
"You're asking for it."
Chang Wei raised his fist, ready to strike.
"You dare."
Wu Daofeng's aura suddenly surged, and his whole body glowed.
"You must not cause any trouble, and do not make a move, or your juniors will be disqualified from continuing the competition." Just then, a middle-aged general led a troop of soldiers over and stopped a major battle that was very likely to break out.
Chang Wei flicked his sleeves, withdrawing his imposing aura, and sneered, "I have no reason to fight this old scoundrel. Whether he's a dragon or a worm, we'll find out in the subsequent matches."
"Well said, then we'll wait and see. Those prodigies of your Tongcheng Academy should be careful, lest they get utterly crushed by the students of this trash academy." Wu Daofeng sneered repeatedly.
We'll see.
Chang Wei's hands, clasped tightly behind his back, revealed his inner turmoil.
"Then let's begin the second round. Miss Wang, could you please announce the format of the second round?" On the stage, Li Yuanxiu's expression was serious.
"Okay." Wang Xiaocao took a deep breath before saying in a deep voice, "The second round tests performance on the spot. Contestants who advance to the second round can choose any opponent. Two people will form a group and take turns going on stage to listen to the three masters give them a question on the spot and compose a poem on the spot. The winner will advance to the third round, and the loser will be eliminated directly."
One thing to note here is that even the winner will be eliminated if the computer system's rating and the three masters' ratings are both below Grade C.
After the first round of competition, out of 800 participants, 680 have been eliminated, and 120 have advanced. These 120 will be divided into 60 groups. Now, please choose one person to form a group. You have ten minutes to find an opponent.
As soon as Wang Xiaocao finished speaking, all the contestants stepped back and moved away from Ye Qiu, as if they were afraid of being chosen by Ye Qiu to be in the same group. No one wanted to be in the same group as Ye Qiu.
Even Mosanti, who disliked Ye Qiu, shifted his feet slightly, trying to avoid him.
But Ye Qiu didn't want Mosanti to get away.
"Mosanti, come on, let's team up. I'll give you a chance to eliminate me. If you chicken out, kneel down and kowtow to me, and I'll let you go."
Ye Qiu deliberately spoke loudly.
Mosanti clenched his fists, his face grim, and shouted, "When it comes to improvisation, I, Mosanti, am not necessarily inferior to you."
"Then it's settled. You and I will be in the same group. Good luck." Ye Qiu smiled calmly.
Mosanti roared angrily, "One group it is, just wait, I'm going to beat you to a pulp."
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