"Your writing is overseas, you want to write poetry and drink, and you stay in West Lake? It seems that this Lu Yuan does have some real talent."

"Haha, grandpa's vision is never wrong. If I say he has talent, then he has it!"

"Grandpa, a couplet doesn't mean anything. It only means that he is not an unlearned person and is qualified to enter the poetry club. Among so many people present, who is not talented?"

"Haha, I know you have very high standards. By the way, have you heard of the song "To Alice"? It was composed by him."

"I've been thinking about ancient poetry these days, but I haven't listened to it yet."

"Listen to it when you have time. This song has been included in the textbook. After listening to it, you will understand why grandpa thinks so highly of this young man."

"If he is really talented, he will shine in this poetry competition! If he can make it into the top three in the poetry competition, I will consider him."

"You have too high expectations. There are very few men in this world who are proficient in everything, unless they are geniuses. I think he is good enough and very humble. He doesn't have the arrogance of these talented scholars."

"No! My requirements will not change. Even if I never meet her in my lifetime, I will not change! It's also good to die alone!"

"Hey, you are really... hey... how can I say you are... "

On the high platform on the second floor, Grandpa Chen looked at his pretty granddaughter holding a book, and immediately shook his head and sighed.

This granddaughter is good in everything else and is also very talented...

It's just that my brain is broken.

Where in this world can you find a man with such talent?

Isn't this nonsense?

…

This poetry meeting is divided into two factions.

Classical and modern poetry.

Since ancient times, scholars have looked down on each other.

Supporters of modern poetry think that supporters of classical poetry are pedantic, only able to talk about all sorts of things without any new ideas.

Supporters of classical poetry think that supporters of modern poetry have no foundation, their poems lack much depth, and they are not as talented as modern poets, so the content of their poems is simply full of moaning.

Every year, the two factions would compete in poetry writing at a poetry conference. Everyone hoped that the faction they supported would defeat the other faction, but every year the results were evenly matched. Except for a slight difference, it was basically a draw...

After all, in history, there is no distinction between good and bad poetry, whether it is classical poetry or modern poetry. The only difference in quality is the level of the poets.

However, those who can actually enter the poetry club are all the best students in the Chinese department of prestigious universities, and naturally they are outstanding in literary attainments. If you really want to distinguish the high and low, it is really difficult, so the judges' scores naturally fluctuate around the 9-point line. There are very few low scores and very few high scores. The winner every year is only a few tenths of a point higher than the similar score line, and it is impossible for an absolute crushing situation to occur.

So in this situation, whether there is one more person or one less person in either faction is something that both sides must fight for.

Lu Yuan came up with a couplet that no one had matched for a long time, and in the eyes of this group of people he is a rare talent!

Talent, of course, requires competition.

If Lu Yuan hadn't been tricked by Li Dongqiang, he would probably be sitting in the Classical Poetry Club, eating fruit and killing time, occasionally watching this group of literati pretending to be cool, clapping when they were having a good time, and waiting for the show to end. But now...

The situation is not good.

"Lu Yuan, you said, you now have two passes and two seats, which one do you choose!"

"Yes, which one do you choose, classical poetry or our modern poetry!"

“…”

The light was very bright, illuminating Lu Yuan's slightly bitter yet forced smile.

In the empty seats in the aisle not far away, several staff members carrying cameras quickly pointed the lenses at Lu Yuan and filmed the video. The reporter who was recording the live broadcast of the event was also writing the transcript quickly with an excited expression on his face...

At this moment, all the members of the poetry club, whether they were jealous, disdainful, or just watching the fun, were staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for his choice. The atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Can I choose to watch while standing? I think standing is also good." Looking at so many people and so many pairs of eyes staring at him, and the sound of cameras clicking, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

He felt that no matter what he chose, there would be problems.

"no!"

"No! You have to choose!"

Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out the words almost at the same time.

"Oh, no, my stomach hurts so much. Where is the bathroom? I need to go to the bathroom..." Looking at so many people, Lu Yuan suddenly thought of an idea. In front of everyone's stunned gazes, he turned around and ran to the bathroom on both sides without saying a word, holding his stomach.

Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one!

"Wait until he comes back to choose!"

"Okay, sure!"

There was a slight tension between Dao Yuting and Shen Rong, and then they turned around and returned to their seats.

…

Lu Yuan ran to the toilet and subconsciously searched his pockets.

The feeling of disappointment is always spreading.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet, and then come out to go through the motions after the poetry reading was almost over. Even if he did so, he would have escaped today.

But I don't know which guy had diarrhea, and the toilet was rumbling like firecrackers. It was loud, but the smell was so bad that it almost made me vomit.

How could Lu Yuan, who had no cigarettes to smoke, resist such bombardment? He finally cursed in his heart and ran out of the toilet speechlessly.

Standing under the light, looking at the two passes in my hand...

Forget it, let’s go to the old man.

Eventually you have to choose one.

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally walked in the direction arranged by the old man and sat down under Shen Rong's sigh and Dao Yuting's excited gaze.

When the talented scholars and beautiful ladies of the classical poetry school saw this scene, they all showed some satisfaction on their faces. As for the modern poetry school, they all stared at Lu Yuan, jealous, speechless, angry, and looking for trouble...

In short, there are all kinds of expressions.

If looks could kill, Lu Yuan would have been tortured to death.

"Brother, that's great! You have good taste! My name is Xu Xiaonian, I've heard a lot about you!"

"Um, my name is Lu Yuan, I've heard a lot about you..."

As soon as Lu Yuan sat down, a young man wearing Hanfu next to him spoke to him, clasping his hands together and looking very polite.

Lu Yuan also imitated him and struck a pose, but the more he did it, the weirder it felt.

I can't get used to it.

"That's great, brother. It really brings honor to our Classical Poetry Society that you come here!"

"Ah? Actually, I don't know much about poetry. I'm just a layman. I came here to learn..."

"Brother, you are too modest. If the person who can write articles and travel abroad, write poems and drink, and stay in West Lake is a layman, then I am worse than a farmer. Brother, don't be modest. You are showing off..."

"I'm lucky, really lucky... I don't have much real talent or knowledge. In fact, I'm pretty vulgar." Lu Yuan felt ashamed when he saw Xu Xiaonian's admiring look.

It was also extremely embarrassing.

"You are too modest. By the way, I got inside information. This year's exam question is about farmers. Write a poem about farmers. What do you think about this?"

"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No, I'm not very good at writing poetry. I'll just watch you write it!"

"Everyone has to write it...it's the rules of the competition."

"Ah? The rules of the game?"

"Yes."

"Is there a reward?"

"The winner of each round will be awarded a certificate of honor..."

"I'm not asking about the certificate, I'm asking if there is a bonus?"

"Yes, there are. Probably around 50,000 per round."

"fifty thousand!"

Lu Yuan, who had been silent and just wanted to get by like a salted fish, suddenly had excitement in his eyes.

Farmer?

etc……

I……

Thanks to my primary school Chinese teacher!

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little high.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"nothing……"

The two were discussing below. On the stage above, music similar to the opening ceremony sounded. Then, a few old men sat on the judges' seats. In the most remote seat, sat old man Chen...

"Good evening, distinguished scholars and ladies. Today, our poetry club is honored to have..."

After the host came on stage and introduced himself, the lights dimmed, and then the noisy audience suddenly became silent.

A poetry test question was slowly announced on the big screen behind the stage...

The title of the test is "Farmers"!

"Farmer, haha, it's true. Fortunately, I'm prepared. Brother... Brother? Hmm?" When Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan, he saw Lu Yuan excitedly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper on the table...

Xu Xiaonian originally wanted to take a look, but then he found that Lu Yuan's handwriting was a mess with flamboyant writing.

Um……

He didn't even know what Lu Yuan was writing...

This calligraphy is really...

Unique?