I am a chef.
Fatty Wei remained silent.
He seemed to remember the fear he once felt at the mercy of Lu Yuan's cooking skills.
He no longer remembers anything else.
The only thing I remember is that the weather was very gloomy that day.
As gloomy as his heart.
Are you considered a cook?
He turned his head subconsciously and didn't look at Penguin Boy.
There is no other reason.
I just don’t want to see Lu Yuan’s shameless face.
although……
He was wearing a penguin mask.
"Wow, so you run a restaurant?" While everyone was stunned for a moment, Jia Jia walked around Lu Yuan and then looked at him jokingly.
"Well, I think he runs a restaurant."
"Wow, are we in for a treat today? I'm a real foodie, Penguin Boy."
"Well, my cooking skills may have declined a bit."
"Oh, okay, but even if it's a step backward it shouldn't be that bad..."
"Well, it's just so-so, haha."
"Haha, don't be so modest!" Jia Jia laughed. She thought this chubby penguin boy was quite interesting. At least he gave her a very stable feeling.
As for the identity of this penguin boy...
Well, Jia Jia would never be able to guess it.
"Jia Jia, do you have any other questions? If not, let's move on to the next one..." He Ming smiled and shook his head.
Mr. Lu's smoke bomb is quite big. If you are not someone who knows the inside story, you can't guess it at all...
It seems that the difficulty has increased exponentially.
"Oh, I have one last question..."
"OK."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jia Jia stared into Lu Yuan's eyes and smiled.
"No." Lu Yuan shook his big headgear and his voice sounded very natural without any trace of PS.
“Why do men who can cook have no girlfriend?”
"Should a man who can cook have a girlfriend?"
"That's right. Okay, Mr. He, I can't guess. Next one..." Jia Jia finally gave up after circling around Lu Yuan. She had no research on poetry and didn't pay much attention to it on weekdays, so even if she had the chance to ask questions, she wouldn't know what to ask...
"Haha, okay, let's move on to the next one, Shen Zhiwei, do you have any questions for Penguin Boy? By the way, you can only ask two questions..." He Ming glanced at Shen Zhiwei, who had been tragically serving as a background board outside the camera.
"Yeah!" Shen Zhiwei nodded, and after noticing the direction of the camera, he walked in front of Lu Yuan very seriously, and after a little thought, he smiled as if he understood, "Do you weigh more than 150 pounds?"
"no."
"Oh? Do you write mainly modern poetry or classical poetry?"
"Well, for now, I should be a classical poet."
"You are Mr. Guo Jingyao!"
"no……"
“…”
After seeing the rejection, Shen Zhiwei couldn't think of anything else for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he still shook his head.
He said he couldn't guess.
"An Xiao, you look ready to make a move. You can ask next..." He Ming knew that Lu Yuan's identity was now shrouded in a thick fog, which would probably be difficult to uncover.
"Is your hometown Jiangsu or Zhejiang?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you under thirty?"
"yes."
An Xiao frowned, looked up and down at the penguin boy, and then stared into Lu Yuan's eyes. There seemed to be a hint of sharpness in her beautiful eyes.
This sharpness seemed to be able to see through Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan also stared into her eyes, his gaze was very calm, as if he was fearless...
The two of them just stared at each other, just looking at each other...
"You should be Feng Ming, the youngest representative of the classical poetry school. No, you must be Teacher Feng Ming." An Xiao thought for a long time and finally came up with such a name. He doesn't have a girlfriend, he's not fat, he's a chef, and he's a poet...
An Xiao really couldn't think of a second person.
"I'm not..." Lu Yuan laughed.
He suddenly realized that it felt great to be the only one sober while everyone else was drunk.
He just stood there letting everyone guess, but no one could guess who he was.
Very comfortable.
“…”
An Xiao took a deep breath. She was really at a loss at that moment. She thought of almost all the modern classical poets who met the requirements, but still couldn't find any answer.
Could this person be a newly emerged but unknown poet? If that's the case, then it's normal that I can't guess.
But it's impossible. It's impossible for the program "Happy Camp" to invite such a poet with no reputation, right? Otherwise, aren't we just making a fool of ourselves? Unless the entire Shonan TV station is crazy, otherwise it's unreasonable...
An Xiao said he couldn't figure it out.
"Director Wei, do you have anything to ask?"
"I...I'd better forget it...I don't read much poetry on weekdays, so I can't guess it even if you ask...haha."
"Director Li, what about you?"
"Me too."
Fatty Wei really didn't want to act out this kind of bad-taste drama with Lu Yuan.
He was really shocked by Lu Yuan's move as a chef.
At this moment, he wanted to quietly serve as a background board and wait for the moment when the mystery was revealed...
As for Li Qi...
Seeing that Fatty Wei was just a background board, he decided to be a background board himself.
"Oh, okay, where's Shuyao?"
"I feel like you look like someone I know. I have a hunch that we must have met before. Have we met in the past six months?"
"Yes, I have met her." Lu Yuan looked at Liu Shuyao and smiled.
"Oh... I guess you are more than just a poet and a chef. Well, you should have other identities in the circle, right? My circle refers to the entertainment industry. Can you tell me another identity? Well, I suspect that your identity as a poet is just a cover!" Liu Shuyao asked this question very seriously.
She felt that the penguin boy's identity as a poet might be a cover. She thought that everyone might be confused by the identity of a poet. After all, in today's society, anyone who writes a poem can be considered a poet, right?
She can be considered a poet.
“Well, actually I’m still a singer…”
"Is he a singer-songwriter or..."
“This is the third question…”
"Oh." Liu Shuyao shook her head and looked at Lu Yuan for a long time before finally closing her eyes. "I can't guess... But I know you are definitely not a poet, at least not one that is officially recognized!"
Lu Yuan was silent.
He didn't know whether he was officially recognized or not, and he had never even paid attention to it.
After coming to this world, he just plagiarized two poems...
Does this count as a poet? Lu Yuan thinks this is not the case.
"Okay, okay, Shuyao, you are wrong about this. He is a poet recognized by the official Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and his poems are highly rated by the official authorities...Okay, Little Bear, do you have anything to ask Penguin Boy?"
"Then... I want to ask, what type of songs do you usually sing?"
"Let's just rock and roll for now."
"Do you have a lot of followers on Weibo, at least over 100,000?"
"yes."
"Then you should be the rock celebrity on Weibo, Weird Rock!" The host named Xiao Xiong pushed his glasses, tried to look cool in front of the camera, and finally looked at Lu Yuan.
"no……"
“…”
Well, at this moment he was done for.
After the break, I continued to be his background board.
The audience below was also speechless. With so many conditions and so many questions, no one could figure out who this penguin boy was. This was really speechless...
The audience couldn't guess who this man was.
Although they couldn't guess it, they became more and more curious about the identity of this penguin boy...
Who is this person? He sings rock music, is an officially recognized poet, and is also a chef. This is really confusing.
Is there really such a person in this world?
"Penguin boy... we can't guess who you are. Okay, you win..." He Ming laughed. "Before the unveiling, I saw that all the guests had doubts about your identity as a poet. I wonder if you can recite a poem on the spot to dispel their doubts?"
"Ahem, ahem, Mr. He, please stop flattering me. I am not a poet at all. I am just an amateur..."
"Haha, no, you are being modest. Although you don't have many poems, they are definitely not comparable to those of an amateur. I have asked around, and many leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are full of praise for your poems."
"Haha, that's all flattering, flattering..." Lu Yuan continued to shake the heavy back cover.
"Mr. Penguin Boy, look, we and the audience are all looking at you. Why don't you recite a poem on the spot to dispel our doubts! Or recite a poem you have written." At this time, Jia Jia came to Lu Yuan's side and was very excited.
"Yes, just play a song for me." An Xiao also looked at Lu Yuan.
She felt it was really unbelievable.
"Alright, alright... stop forcing Mr. Penguin Boy. His identity as a poet is beyond doubt. You'll know once he takes off his mask..." He Ming looked at Lu Yuan in silence and felt that these people made Lu Yuan feel a little embarrassed. He was ready to brush aside this embarrassment. After all, writing poetry requires inspiration. If there is inspiration, then it's really easy. If there is no inspiration, then forcing is useless. Anyway, the show effect is not bad now. After Lu Yuan takes off his mask, he will probably get a bigger surprise. But at this moment...
"Okay... can I recite a modern poem?" Lu Yuan shook his bloated body and looked at everyone.
"good!"
"?" He Ming was a little stunned.
Really coming?
"Um, Mr. He, can I take off the voice changer? I'm not used to it..."
"Oh, just press this side."
"Is that so?"
"right!"
"good."
After Lu Yuan turned off the voice changer, he moved his body and then looked at everyone on the stage and the audience.
The audience's gazes were varied.
Expected, doubtful, negative, strange...
As for the people on stage...
All right.
Except for Fatty Wei and Li Qi, they were all quite curious.
Lu Yuan smiled.
He can still recite a few modern poems.
After all, everyone’s textbooks contain modern poetry when they were in school.
Lu Yuan took a long breath and cleared his throat...
At this moment, all the lights shone on him, and a strange glow seemed to emerge.
It's time to show off!
Liu Shuyao stared at the penguin boy in front of her, and the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.
As for An Xiao, he narrowed his eyes.
Modern poetry?
"The night gave me black eyes..."
Lu Yuan silently recited this sentence in a vicissitudes of life tone.
An Xiao was stunned.
She recognized it as Lu Yuan's voice.
Liu Shuyao was also stunned.
She heard it too.
“But I use it to find the light!”
Lu Yuan continued to speak the next sentence in a vicissitudes of life voice, but in this sentence, he added a hint of hope.
After saying these two sentences, Lu Yuan looked at everyone silently.
Everyone looked at him silently.
Why don’t you study anymore?
Is it brewing?
He Ming felt a little strange.
He was waiting for Lu Yuan to continue reading.
However, Lu Yuan did not read it again.
Just stay silent...
"I'm fine." Lu Yuan seemed to feel that the atmosphere would become even more weird if he remained silent. He subconsciously reminded her after not getting the thrill of pretending to be cool as he had imagined.
"???"
After hearing Lu Yuan say that he was fine, He Ming didn't react for a while and was still in a daze.
Just gone like that?
Two sentences.
No more?
Wait, if you think about it carefully, this sentence seems...
Anything?
…
"???"
"No more?"
"Just gone like that?"
"Just one sentence?"
"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light! This... seems to be a very philosophical sentence..."
"this……"
"It's a bit short, but I think this sentence is very thought-provoking."
"He took off his hood..."
"etc……"
"He is..."
"He is, he actually!"
“…”
There was a lot of discussion under the stage.
But after Lu Yuan took off his mask, the discussions suddenly stopped.
When they saw the familiar Lu Yuan, they remembered Lu Yuan's other identity.
That identity seemed to have been forgotten for a long time.
Those who don’t understand still don’t understand.
But those who understand will suddenly understand.
he……
He is indeed a poet.