Countless lights, countless camera lenses and countless eyes were all focused on the panting Lu Yuan.

At this moment, Lu Yuan has become the focus of everyone's attention.

It was the first time for him to see such a scene, and he was naturally very nervous. However, when he thought of the 50,000 yuan prize, he took a deep breath and walked towards the stage step by step, pretending to be very cultured.

Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills.

I am an acting talent now!

"Why did you leave halfway just now?" Old Master Chen looked at Lu Yuan with helpless eyes.

He really didn't know what was going on in this bastard's mind.

"It's a bit stuffy here, so I'm going to go out for some fresh air. Plus, I have a stomachache, so..."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"I do have a little stomach..."

"Well, if I hadn't called, would you have just left and never come back?"

"This... this is not... I just want to get some fresh air..."

"Then why did the driver Xiao Zhang say that you were ready to leave?" The old man stared at Lu Yuan wisely.

"How is that possible? Did I say that? Impossible, he heard it wrong!" Lu Yuan shook his head hurriedly after looking at the old man's gaze.

"Go get the award, and don't be such a jerk in the future."

"oh."

"And you need to practice your handwriting..."

"I must practice when I have time. I must practice."

"Go ahead."

"oh."

After Lu Yuan had a brief chat with Mr. Chen, he turned and walked towards Chen Xi.

Chen Xi's tall figure stood in the center of the stage, silently looking at Lu Yuan who was walking over, her beautiful eyes showing some ripples and curiosity.

Is this the person grandpa always talks about?

Looks like he has some talent.

Yeah, he seems to be quite sincere.

Lu Yuan looked at Chen Xi and felt that this beautiful woman was quite stunning. She exuded a scholarly air, especially her eyes, which were as gentle as water, yet concealed a hint of cold arrogance.

"congratulations."

"Thank you." Lu Yuan took the certificate and a large brush that looked pretty good.

"Do you have any comments?"

"Oh, that... I actually didn't know that I could get such a high score, but I want to thank them here..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath, looked at everyone, and repeated his speech like he did on some TV shows.

Anyway, it's just some meaningless words like thank you to the judges, thank you to all my colleagues, etc.

After finishing his speech, Lu Yuan bowed very humbly.

As he bowed, applause broke out. The host next to him smiled and slowly prepared to walk onto the stage. Just as he was about to say something with the microphone, he suddenly saw Lu Yuan still standing there and had not left the stage.

Why didn’t you step down after receiving the award?

Anything else?

Lu Yuan did not go down, but stood on the stage in a daze for about ten seconds, as if waiting for something.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Seeing that Lu Yuan had no intention of stepping down, Chen Xi looked at Lu Yuan strangely.

"Ah, that's all..." Lu Yuan shook his head, but still stood on the stage.

"and you……"

"Um, can I ask a question?"

"Excuse me."

"Well, is there anything else to be awarded? For example, that... bonus or something... when will it be given to me..." Lu Yuan looked at Chen Xi with suggestive eyes and leaned close to Chen Xi and lowered his voice.

“…”

"Don't get me wrong, I don't write poetry for the bonus, I write for my feelings, for the vast number of farmers..." Lu Yuan saw that Chen Xi's face looked a little strange, so he quickly explained in a low voice.

"The bonus will be given to you through the backstage. Just go down and report your card number." Chen Xi took a deep breath, and his originally gentle eyes instantly became quite helpless.

It would have been fine if Lu Yuan didn't explain, but once he did, Chen Xi suddenly felt that Lu Yuan was just as bastard as his grandfather said.

Lu Yuan's talented image suddenly collapsed and he looked like a money-hungry person.

"Oh, oh, oh..." Lu Yuan finally felt relieved after hearing this. He even felt that his steps became lighter. He walked off the stage happily, completely ignoring the slight discomfort in Chen Xi's expression.

money!

Fifty thousand yuan, that's a lot of money!

Pooh!

Would I bow down for that 50,000 yuan?

Am I so tasteless?

Of course I am not that kind of person!

After stepping down from the stage, Lu Yuan suddenly continued to act sanctimonious and sat down in his seat like some talented scholars.

…

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye the poetry meeting came to an end.

The ancient poetry supporters applauded again and loudly after Lu Yuan received the award and stepped down from the stage.

They even stared at the modern poetry supporters next to them with contented smiles on their faces.

The expressions on the faces of modern poetry lovers were very bad, as if they were holding their breath but couldn't let it out.

This feeling is terrible.

Classical poetry lovers were delighted.

After all, Lu Yuan's poem won first place with high scores, which has put the Modern Poetry Society under great pressure!

Lu Yuan undoubtedly became their hero. After Lu Yuan stepped down, countless people came to get close to Lu Yuan.

In the next few rounds of competition, all the supporters of ancient poetry are looking forward to Lu Yuan's performance. They hope that Lu Yuan can write a few more good poems to suppress the arrogance of the modern poetry society. It would be even better if he could overwhelm the supporters of modern poetry.

But unfortunately, all the papers Lu Yuan handed in were blank, and it seemed that he had no intention of helping the classical poetry lovers at all...

Without Lu Yuan as a variable, the entire poetry gathering returned to its previous state of being evenly matched...

"Brother, why don't you write?"

“I can’t write…”

"I don't believe that someone who can write two poems so quickly will not be able to answer any of the questions in the next exam?"

"Of course, because I have run out of ideas..." Lu Yuan nodded honestly.

"I understand. You are afraid of too much friction with the modern poetry side, so you deliberately give them some face, right? Brother, I didn't realize that you have quite the gentlemanly demeanor. This kind of character is really admirable!" After watching Lu Yuan eating the fruit calmly, Xu Xiaonian felt a trace of admiration from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes began to become hot when he looked at Lu Yuan.

There is a little bit of base taste...

"Ahem, ahem...this..." Lu Yuan was instantly at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing this.

I told the truth again, and no one believed me.

What's going on?

Is it true that I can only tell lies now so that people will believe me?

Can people only believe you if you brag about your talent?

He only knew a few ancient poems by heart, so it was normal for him to be able to match the topic. So it was true that Jiang Lang had run out of talent...

He actually didn't want to pretend to be so talented, but...

Others don’t give him a chance!

…

The poetry reading finally ended with an impassioned summary by the host.

The young talents gradually dispersed amidst waves of high-pitched singing and business flattery.

Naturally, Lu Yuan was also flattered by these people.

Of course, Lu Yuan felt guilty and felt a little embarrassed when he was praising others. He kept saying that he had run out of ideas, that he only had three tricks, and that he really had no talent.

Naturally, no one believed Lu Yuan's words.

Everyone thought that Lu Yuan was being modest. Even Chen Xi, who was following behind him, felt that Lu Yuan was being too modest.

It even seems a bit hypocritical.

Mr. Chen had originally planned to take Lu Yuan and Chen Xi out for evening tea and for them to get to know each other. He felt happy when he saw the way Chen Xi looked at Lu Yuan. He thought there was a chance. However, after Lu Yuan received a phone call, Mr. Chen had to give up for the time being.

Lu Yuan hung up the phone, his face slightly solemn.

"Old man...I have to hurry back."

"Go back? It's so late..."

"I just received a call. My movie seems to have finished shooting early. The assistant director drank a little and seemed to be unable to control his emotions. I have to go over and take a look..."

"Can't control your emotions?"

"Yeah, it seems a bit serious."

"Do you need me to send someone?"

"No, I'll go over and take a look first."

"Okay... Then I'll ask the driver to take you first."

"Well, thanks, old man."

"Don't say that. If you have anything, you must call me, okay?"

"clear!"