"Wow! I've been waiting all day, and the blogger has finally posted something, but what's the meaning of this post?"
"Exactly, could we all have guessed wrong? And you're just too damn talented!"
"I used to think that all talent was just boasting, but after seeing this blogger, I realized that some people really deserve to be called 'talented'."
"No wonder he won the modern poetry competition; no one else could write a poem in one day!"
...
Those netizens who had just started following 'Qinglian Jushi' suddenly discovered that this guy had posted another update.
Everyone initially thought that this guy's latest post was a response to netizens' speculation about his gender.
But unexpectedly, the content of the post was:
Everyone guesses I'm a man, so what would you say if I presented this poem?
'I said...you are the April day of the human world...'
Laughter... lit up... the wind... light and agile...
...
Upon seeing this, netizens were stunned, and their judgments from yesterday began to waver.
"Seriously, this is definitely a poem that only a woman could write; it's so delicate and ethereal."
“I said yesterday that Qinglian Jushi might be standing on the third floor, probably to lead us to guess that she is a man.”
"The third layer! Why don't you just say she's in the atmosphere? But I also think this poem was written by a woman."
"This doesn't make sense! Who can switch between male and female so easily? It's too hard to guess, I have no way to deal with it!"
...
"I'm dying of laughter. This Qinglian Hermit is really good at this. He just won't tell you anything about himself and makes you guess."
"They're so mysterious, yet so talented. I'm really curious about who's behind them now."
"Can anyone spill the beans? Who exactly is this Qinglian Jushi?"
Didn't he or she participate in a modern poetry competition? How come there's not a single piece of information about it?
"Exactly, exactly! The organizers of this competition are so incompetent! They didn't even know the author's identity?"
...
Upon seeing this, Zhou Wenhao, the president of the Modern Poetry Association, blushed.
He felt that these netizens were subtly criticizing him, and that not knowing his identity meant he was incompetent.
"It's really unreasonable. People say they have social anxiety, so I can't force them to!"
Besides, such talent definitely needs to be recruited by the Modern Poetry Association so that it won't be wasted!
Thinking about this made Zhou Wenhao feel much better.
He quickly sent a private message to Qinglian Jushi, saying that he had completed the association's membership procedures for the other party.
In other words, from now on, Qinglian Jushi is a member of the Modern Poetry Association.
"Even if we can't find out their specific information this time, we still need to get their contact information. We can't keep contacting them via private message every time we need something!"
Zhou Wenhao thought to himself.
Fortunately, the 'Qinglian Jushi' on the other end replied very quickly:
"Okay, thank you, Chairman Zhou. If you need to deal with that kid surnamed Xu in the future, just let me know!"
Upon receiving this reply from 'Qinglian Jushi', Zhou Wenhao felt that his efforts over the past two days had not been in vain.
However, he still remembered the matter of asking for contact information, and it was too troublesome to always send private messages, so he sent another message:
"Qinglian, I've already arranged the timing for dealing with that brat surnamed Xu; it will be on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
You don't need to worry about the specific arrangements; just contribute your expertise in poetry...
By the way, could you please give me your contact information? That would make it easier for us to stay in touch.
"Another person asking for my contact information. If I hadn't had similar experiences before, I wouldn't know how to reply!"
Upon seeing this, Xu Lu smiled and replied:
"Okay, Chairman Zhou, this is my mobile number: 138…………. You can contact me directly if you need anything."
In fact, Xu Lu would never give out his contact information.
He had no intention of contacting Zhou Wenhao directly, so he only gave out a virtual number generated by the AI butler 'Zhenweis'.
If Zhou Wenhao does make that call, it will be answered by 'Zhenweisi' and then handled.
With Zhenweisi's extraordinary abilities, generating a voice that is indistinguishable between male and female would be a very simple matter.
Xu Lu said he had a similar experience because he had given Wu Leilei such a virtual number before.
Of course, at that time it was given out under the guise of 'the contact information of the person in charge of special effects technology at DaXu'.
Xu Lu later asked 'Zhen Weisi'.
It was learned that director Wu Leilei had indeed made several phone calls, and he had a very pleasant conversation with this "person in charge" on the phone, as if they were old friends who had just met.
As I was lost in thought, 'Zhen Weisi's' voice rang out from beside me:
"Mr. Xu, I have received a call from Zhou Wenhao, the president of the Modern Poetry Association. Do you have any instructions regarding the content?"
"There are no specific instructions. You create a voice that the other person cannot discern the gender of, and you are free to improvise the rest."
Xu Lu said with a smile.
'Zhenweisi' immediately replied:
"Okay, Mr. Xu, the conversation with Zhou Wenhao has started. Would you like to listen in?"
"No need, I have other things to do!"
Xu Lu originally wanted to listen to it.
But when the knocking sounded at the door, he stopped thinking about it.
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