He shouted excitedly, "Your Majesty spoke so well! Tell it again! No, no, twice! Enough, enough! Tell it three times! Your Majesty! Tell it three more times!"
Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Why does Wang Fu sound so much like a brainless fan?"
Furthermore, this fancy speech was written by Wang Fu himself, making it difficult for her to tell whether Wang Fu genuinely thought she spoke well.
They still feel confident in their cultural knowledge and think their writing is outstanding, requiring them to read it a thousand or eight hundred times to satisfy their vanity.
Wang Fu's voice was already sharp and shrill, and now, the entire Yanjiangtai echoed with the shrill sound of "Say it three more times."
Shen Jiao: "..." I'll tell you your grandma's Whirlwind Kick.
Upon seeing this, Ji Yan burst into laughter, slapping his thigh with mirth.
With countless precedents to follow, Shen Jiao was genuinely afraid that in a moment of impulsiveness, he might knock down the attic.
He quickly retreated to his seat and pressed down on the mischievous princess's restless hands.
...
After the official remarks, it was time for Wang Fu to give a passionate introduction of the four judges.
It's quite strange, in the past, it was always relatively powerful and famous people who were in charge, but today, there are actually two masters of chess and painting among the guests. This is both surprising and frightening.
The surprise was because figures like Elder Nan and Elder Qi are rarely seen, even though they have been heard of countless times. Having your idols in person would make anyone jump for joy.
The anxiety stems from the judges' high standards and strict requirements, which makes it particularly difficult for those at the middle to lower levels.
Shen Jiao propped her chin up and looked them over. She recognized Elder Nan and Elder Qi, but the other two were complete strangers to her.
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