"How could this happen? How could this happen! Damn it, damn it all!"
Zhou Wenhao slapped his thigh hard, his face turning completely black.
If a fortune teller saw his face at that moment, he would definitely come over and say something like, "His forehead is dark."
Fortunately, there was no fortune teller with Zhou Wenhao at the moment, otherwise his mood would definitely be even worse.
Even so, President Zhou was extremely frustrated.
He had worked so hard for so many days, originally hoping to rely on this newly won-in Qinglian Hermit to "eliminate" his "lifelong enemy" and also regain the ground he had lost last time.
To achieve this goal, Zhou Wenhao mobilized all his connections and ultimately organized tonight's Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering.
In order to create a greater impact, he also mobilized the association's funds and contacted several TV stations and a large group of online influencers.
In fact, without the investment in these 'hardware facilities,' even if the poetry exchange between Qinglian Jushi and director Xu Lu were brilliant, it certainly wouldn't have achieved such a phenomenal success.
Unfortunately, this explosive popularity did not achieve the effect that Zhou Wenhao wanted.
Because now, that 'young man surnamed Xu' has not only not lost face, but has instead received praise from countless viewers.
Of course, the 'Qinglian Jushi' also received praise.
These two people gained immense glory by taking advantage of this poetry contest.
However, the Modern Poetry Association, which originally hoped to take this opportunity to soar to new heights, failed to take off at all.
In fact, in the eyes of netizens, the Modern Poetry Association seems to be in the role of a 'villain'.
This resulted in the audience praising the two poets in the poetry contest, but no one praised the organizers of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival.
The phrase "making wedding clothes for others" aptly describes Zhou Wenhao's current predicament.
What upset him even more was...
The 'Qinglian Hermit' he had painstakingly won over turned out to be an ungrateful wretch.
President Zhou has been so respectful and tolerant of scholars for so long, and he has put up with that guy's bad temper for so long. What has he finally gotten?
We got nothing!
And that kid even argued with me several times, which still makes me feel frustrated when I think about it now!
"Damn it, if I had known this would happen, why would I have bothered with this? I didn't get any benefits, and instead, I just let others profit. Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Zhou Wenhao grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he became somewhat incoherent.
...
However, sadness is only for a minority.
Most people's attention was still focused on the two "experts" present.
The sight of the two masters preparing to compete in other types of poetry particularly energized everyone.
Without keeping people waiting long, a new work soon appeared in the blank space under the account 'Qinglian Jushi':
'I stand leaning against... the high tower... the wind is gentle... gazing into the distance, spring sorrow... darkens... rising on the horizon...'
...
'My clothes grow looser... I have no regrets... For her sake... I have grown thin and haggard...'
As expected, it did not disappoint everyone.
This time, the type of work written by "Qinglian Jushi" was no longer "Ode to the Moon", and the genre also changed to a ci poem.
Upon seeing the content, countless viewers were amazed:
"It's so beautiful, truly exquisite! Without the limitation of the 'moon-themed poem' genre, Qinglian Jushi's limits have been raised even higher!"
"'I will not regret it even if my clothes become looser...' My God, can a human write poetry like this?"
"Alas... I'm uncultured, so I can only use 'Holy crap' to describe my current feelings."
"Compared to the Qinglian Hermit, I feel like I'm practically no different from a caveman..."
...
"Now I realize that the difference between a genius and an ordinary person is the same as the difference between an ordinary person and a dog."
"Hahaha, the person upstairs is being too pessimistic. Dogs can't read, but at least you can."
"I've decided, I'm going to use the last two lines of this poem as my status update right now, hahaha, nobody can take it from me!"
"Damn it, I was just about to say that. Now I'm giving you a chance to take it back and let me say it!"
...
The audience went wild.
The level of this poem is so high that even an ordinary person can see that it is extraordinary.
Even with so much poetry as a foundation, everyone was still stunned and gasped in shock.
Of course, everyone also gained a clearer understanding of what a genius really is.
The consequences of this poem were clearly more than just the audience's frenzy.
As for Zhang Xi, a bystander, his feelings could be described as 'terrified'.
Because he discovered that his friend seemed to have more than just lost his mind; he probably had gone 'crazy' too.
He cautiously asked again, saying:
"Old Shen, what did you just say? Could you say it again? I didn't quite understand."
Fortunately, Shen Zizhen, who was standing nearby, quickly fulfilled his request, saying with a confident expression:
“I said I wanted to become a disciple of this Qinglian Hermit and learn from him how to write poetry…”
Before Shen Zizhen could finish speaking, Zhang Xi jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end.
His voice rose eight octaves, becoming shrill as he said:
"Are you crazy? Old Shen, you're a famous poet, why are you suddenly taking on a master? You..."
However, Shen Zizhen was also very excited and retorted loudly:
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