"As expected, you get more talent points from shows that attract a lot of viewers."
These two rounds of poetry exchanges alone are far superior to the previous few days when I posted updates under the pseudonym 'Qinglian Jushi'.
That makes sense, though, because this time, it's not just the followers of the 'Qinglian Jushi' account who are paying attention to this.
There are also my 'original' fans, and the audience attracted by the Modern Poetry Association.
Oh, right, and there are also the viewers attracted by the post that just went viral…
Looking at the surge in his talent points, Xu Lu nodded in satisfaction.
This further solidified my belief in the necessity of starting this "poetry battle" today.
If you rely solely on the pseudonym "Qinglian Jushi" to post poems and lyrics, it will take a very long time to reach the level of "talented to the highest degree".
But now that things have been done this way, there aren't many talent points left to unlock the next stage of the 'Unparalleled Talent' skill.
Xu Lumo did the math.
He felt that if the two sides fought for another round, his talent value would be enough to reach the level of 'talented as six dou'.
As for whether I can reach the 'talented scholar' level tonight, that's hard to say.
However, we can set 'being exceptionally talented' as a small goal for tonight's Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering.
"So, we still need to work harder! Let's keep going, we can't keep the audience waiting too long!"
Xu Lu smiled and clicked on the blank box on the right side of the screen.
He used his photographic memory to search his mind, then his eyes lit up, and he quickly started typing away on the keyboard.
A moment later, four lines of poetry appeared below the background of the pseudonym 'Qinglian Jushi':
'Evening clouds...disperse...overflowing with clear, cold light...the Milky Way...silent...turning like a jade disc...'
'This life...this night...will not last long...the bright moon...where will we see it next year...?'
"This poem, which is said to be the most poignant poem about the moon, should be enough for the 'Qinglian Jushi' pseudonym to showcase."
So, from the perspective of the original author, which poem should be used to respond?
Xu Lu muttered to himself.
As the director and lead actor of tonight's grand spectacle, he has many tasks to complete.
So naturally, they are very busy.
One of the reasons was that his tone wasn't very good when he replied to Zhou Wenhao at the time.
Of course, another reason is that I feel I've used up most of the other party's usefulness, so there's no need to be too polite...
At the same time, on the split screen of the live broadcast, the poem from before appeared simultaneously in the blank frame of the Qinglian Jushi line, and the whole audience became lively again.
It has to be said, the atmosphere is quite eerie.
Whenever Qinglian Jushi (the hermit of the Qinglian Mountains) wrote a poem, the atmosphere at the scene would become lively.
Whenever Xu Lu produces a poem, the atmosphere becomes quite tense.
There was no other way, because most of the participants in this poetry gathering were internal members of the Modern Poetry Association.
They were already inclined towards their good brother, "Qinglian Jushi," so it's not surprising that this situation occurred.
For example, right now.
The members of the Modern Poetry Association seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
Clearly, seeing their good friend Qinglian Jushi write a third round of poems made everyone present feel proud.
"Good brother, you're amazing! This poem is of high quality, another masterpiece. It hasn't disgraced our association."
"There was a message in the internal group just now saying that as long as Qinglian Jushi wins today's match, he will become an honorary director of the association."
"Wow! The president actually offered such a high price? We have to win no matter what."
"Yes! Our Modern Poetry Association only has a few directors, who are the highest-ranking members of the association besides the president and vice president."
...
"Actually, I think an honorary director position is a bit too low. With Qinglian Jushi's level, I don't think it would be a big deal to give him a vice president position!"
"Well, that's true, but the association doesn't decide who becomes president and vice president based on talent."
Otherwise, the position of president would belong to the Hermit of Qinglian, because with the Hermit of Qinglian's talent, who could possibly be more capable than him?
"That's true. Chairman Zhou also said at the time that Qinglian Jushi has a social anxiety personality."
So it's quite a pity that he's not really suited for a management position!
...
Compared to the jubilant members of the Modern Poetry Association, Zhou Wenhao, as the president, was not in the same mood as the previous two times.
In the first two rounds, whenever he saw that Qinglian Jushi had published a poem, he couldn't stop smiling.
But this time, Zhou Wenhao didn't have much of a smile on his face.
The reason this happened was because he suddenly realized something: that kid 'Qinglian Jushi' seemed impossible to tame!
He was so courteous to others, so he tolerated their rudeness as much as possible, fully demonstrating the magnanimity of a prime minister.
However, what chilled Zhou Wenhao was that the other party never showed him much respect.
He had only given the other person one more instruction, but was met with a curt "Don't make a sound..."
This almost made Zhou Wenhao spit out blood.
Originally, he was trying to win over this Qinglian Hermit so that he could eliminate his 'lifelong enemy, Xu Lu'.
But now I realize that even if I win, it doesn't seem like I'll benefit much.
After eliminating Xu Lu, a man he disliked, Qinglian Jushi, appeared.
Zhou Wenhao was unsure whether this deal would result in a profit or a loss.
Therefore, when President Zhou saw that "Qinglian Jushi" had published another poem, he did not show much joy.
He even wondered if cultivating an enemy within the association might have more troublesome consequences than having an external enemy.
Of course, only President Zhou had such concerns. Shen Zizhen, also from the Modern Poetry Association, was only focused on clapping and cheering.
"Excellent! 'Qinglian Jushi' is still at his best. The artistic conception of this poem is very high and the meaning is profound. It is written very well, far beyond my ability. He is amazing!"
"Hey Lao Shen, if you're going to give your critique, then give your critique. Don't pretend to be a cultured person here. What's with this 'beyond your reach' stuff? Are you trying to show off your knowledge to me?"
Zhang Xi said something that left him speechless.
He felt that his friend had completely gone mad today.
It's probably because he was provoked by the fighting between "Qinglian Jushi" and "Director Xu Lu" that the other party is now speaking incoherently.
Zhang Xi expressed deep concern about this.
This is only the third round of the poetry contest, and Shen Zizhen is already like this. If it continues for a few more rounds, who knows what will happen to his opponent!
Thinking about this, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Xi's mind:
"However, if Director Xu Lu can't match up this round, there probably won't be any follow-up, and Old Shen will definitely become more normal!"
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