Chapter 17 Lanbao can fly with confidence!
Everyone returned to the academy and discussed the poetry competition.
Zhu Lan has his own plans.
According to the plot in the original book, the champion of this poetry competition should be Zhu Qingyan, and the reward is any book of your choice from the third floor or below of Wanjuan Tower.
The Wanjuan Building of Longchang Academy is filled with rare and valuable books that are worth a fortune. The higher the floor, the more precious the books are.
As for the highest fifth level, only those above the level of dean and headmaster can enter.
There is a book of annotations in Wanjuanlou, which is related to the class exam next month.
In the original plot, it was because of that book that Zhu Qingyan achieved such a stunning success in the exam.
Zhu Lan decided to get this book.
According to convention, Class A and Class D do not participate in the academy's poetry competition.
The top students in Class A were not interested, and those in Class D were not qualified at all.
The classes B and C in the middle competed separately to ensure fairness.
However, Class D has performed well recently, and Dean Ouyang has allowed them to compete with Class C. Each class can nominate up to two people to participate.
When they gathered together to discuss candidates, Zhu Lan was the first to express his desire to participate, and then asked if anyone else wanted to join.
Qiao Youyou shook her head like a rattle:
"No, no, we don't have your photographic memory. Let's spend our time preparing for the next class exam!"
Participation in the poetry competition was not compulsory. Except for Zhu Lan, everyone else had the same idea as Qiao Youyou and wanted to concentrate on preparing for the exam.
Zhu Lan understood. As long as she could get the annotations, it would be the same to read them together with everyone else.
Ding Xiaoqiu has participated in several poetry competitions and has extensive experience as an audience member.
He told Zhu Lan that the poetry competition would be conducted anonymously. In order to prevent people from identifying the author through handwriting, the poems would be recorded and transcribed by someone and then published.
There was no need to write on the spot, and everyone felt more relieved after hearing this.
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Five days later, the poetry competition was held as scheduled in Wulei Pavilion.
There were four classes in total in Class C, and together with the students from Class D, they filled all the seats in the audience, and the teachers sat in the first row.
There were nine desks on the left side of the podium, and a scholar-like man sat on the right side, acting as the "poetry writer" who copied the works.
In the middle, there are several tall shelves placed side by side to display works and allow students to vote.
The dean is away recently, so Ouyang Ye is taking over as the host.
He went on stage, made a speech and began to read out the rules of the competition.
There are a total of nine students participating in the competition. There are three rounds in total, with the rules of nine to five and five to three. The final winner can get a mysterious reward from Longchang Academy.
The students in the audience were guessing what the reward would be, their eyes full of excitement.
"Look, look, it's time to go on stage!"
The participating students began to take the stage in order of their classes.
The first to come up were two boys from Class C. They looked straight ahead, as if they were the best.
It was Class C-2's turn. Zhu Qingyan was the first to go up, followed by another boy. There was a discussion from the audience, among which Xiang Wenyuan's voice was particularly prominent.
"Senior Sister Qingyan, Senior Sister Qingyan!"
He waved hard, wanting Zhu Qingyan to see him, but Zhu Qingyan's eyes swept in the direction of Class T, and Xiang Wenyuan couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"I heard that Senior Sister Qingyan has already been admitted to Class C-2 in just the first month of school. I think she will be able to get into Class B next month!"
"How is that possible? The brothers and sisters in Class B spent many years to obtain the status of Tongsheng and prepare for the examination for Xiucai.
No matter how powerful Senior Sister Qingyan is, how could she possibly learn to that level in just one month?"
"Don't tell me, I feel that the sister who teaches in the Dingzi class is also very capable. I think her last name is Zhu too?"
It was the turn of the students from Class 3 of C to go on stage. Originally they were Xue Mei and Wu Ming, but as soon as Wu Ming stood up, he was pulled back by Xiang Wenyuan.
"Just sit still!"
Wu Ming was thrown back to his seat like a chick. He nodded tremblingly and watched Xiang Wenyuan follow Xue Mei onto the stage.
Master Zhao from Class Three was chatting and laughing with Master Li from Class One. He glanced and suddenly saw Xiang Wenyuan on the stage. He was so scared that his eyes turned black and he almost fell off the stool!
This little bastard knows shit about writing poetry!
If I cause trouble at a time like this and make a fool of myself in front of other teachers, wouldn't I be ruining my reputation for the rest of my life?
Master Zhao frantically winked at Xiang Wenyuan, asking him to get out, but he didn't even look at them. It was as if his eyes were fixed on Zhu Qingyan.
Master Zhao was so angry that he wanted to take off his shoes and throw them at him.
Two boys from Class 4 of C also came on stage.
Following last was Zhu Lan.
"Why is there only one person in the T-class?"
"Don't underestimate her, it is said that this junior sister is very powerful!"
"Tsk, no matter how powerful she is, can she compare to Senior Sister Qingyan? Senior Sister Qingyan was enrolled in Class C-2, but this junior sister has been in Class D for a full five months!"
Ding Xiaoqiu listened to the discussions of the people around him. Most of them were not optimistic about Zhu Lan, and he felt unconvinced.
Humph, the junior brothers and sisters in Class D are all so awesome. When Junior Sister Zhu makes a move later, she will definitely scare you to tears!
A sharp whistle pierced the air of Wulei Pavilion, followed by a series of uniform and high-pitched slogans:
"Zhu Lan, Zhu Lan, there will never be any difficulties!"
"Zhu Lan, Zhu Lan, break the waves and set sail!"
The voice immediately drowned out all the discussions on the field.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that every student in Class T had a red band tied on their forehead with the words "Zhu Lan will win" written on it in large letters.
After Liang Zhou blew the whistle, he and Gu Chaoyang stood on a stool, each holding a long pole in his hand.
The two of them simultaneously propped up the long pole, and with a "crash" shake, an extremely eye-catching banner appeared -
"Don't worry, Lanbao, fly. We will always be with you!"
The font is vigorous and powerful, and it can be said to be a great style.
Ding Xiaoqiu secretly covered his mouth and laughed.
Hey, I wrote it!
Zhu Lan made a “yeah” gesture to everyone on the stage.
"Nonsense! What kind of place is Wulei Pavilion? It's full of unruly things..." Master Li's face darkened and he was about to scold.
"Master Li." Ouyang Ye's face was unusually kind. He pressed his palm down slightly, indicating that he should not worry about it.
Master Li had no choice but to sit back in his seat, looking unhappy.
"In the first round, students are asked to write poems on the theme of 'Mountain Moon'. There is no limit to the style.
The time limit is one stick of incense. When you are finished, write your work on a piece of paper, fold it and give it to the poetry writer."
Ouyang Ye lit the incense himself.
As the green smoke rose, the first round of the competition officially began.
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