So, someone else?
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she quickly rejected it. She knew exactly what these people were capable of.
Or is someone hiding something?
This is the only possibility.
Oh, he's really scheming.
In order to ensure fairness, other poems were also read out to everyone. There were some good poems about plum blossoms among them, but they were not as good as the first one.
"Since everyone agrees on this judgment, let's reveal the author of the poem."
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
As the covered area was gradually peeled back, the name was revealed.
Mr. Wang was still very excited and looked around anxiously. When he saw the name, he was surprised.
Then she said, "The first place winner, the author of the poem about plum blossoms, is Zhao Chuchu."
The three words "Zhao Chuchu" exploded in the inn like a bomb.
The inn was dead silent for a moment, then exploded.
"Impossible, how could it be Zhao Chuchu? Did I see it wrong?"
"Zhao Chuchu is just a businesswoman, how could she possibly write such a good poem."
"This should be Zhang Tian's poem. Zhang Tian, please speak."
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Everyone was in disbelief, especially the dozen or so people who participated in the competition. Their reaction was even more intense. This poem could have been written by any one of them, but it definitely could not have been written by Zhao Chuchu.
Zhao Chuchu sat there calmly, and asked the waiter to make a pot of tea. She sipped the tea slowly amid the commotion, and her attitude showed a hint of smug joy.
The poem was quickly taken away by someone who didn't believe it, but the name line was written in black and white on the paper with only the three words "Zhao Chuchu".
"How could this be, Zhang Tian? It's your poem, right? Someone may have tampered with it." Chen Xiucai's student shouted anxiously, but what he said was ridiculous.
How could there be any manipulation in public?
Looking at her sleeve being pulled, Zhang Tian's already ugly expression furrowed her brows. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "This poem was not written by me."
It's ridiculous to try to claim that the poem is not hers.
With Zhang Tian's denial, everything was settled.
In the first game, Zhao Chuchu won.
The competition continued, and Mr. Wang asked the second question, which required writing a poem related to "mountain".
This time, Zhao Chuchu did not pick up the pen until the end. She started writing when the incense was lit.
"From the side, the mountain becomes a peak; from the front, it looks different; from different distances and heights, I cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, simply because I am within it."
The poem is finished and the pen is put down.
Among the ten or so people over there, some were still thinking, and some had just picked up the pen to write one or two words, but Zhao Chuchu had already finished writing.
"She must have written it randomly. The plum blossom poem in the first round must have been a lucky coincidence."
"It doesn't matter if I write fast, the most important thing is that the poem is good."
The dozen or so people comforted themselves in their hearts, but even so, their hearts were inevitably shaken.
After half an incense stick of fire, there was no doubt that Zhao Chuchu's poem won first place again.
The third round was a comparison, and students were required to write poems expressing their longing for each other during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Zhao Chuchu raised her eyebrows and without hesitation, wrote down a poem titled "Water Melody, When Will the Bright Moon Appear?"
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart." Just one line of poetry can bring tears to the eyes of some sentimental people who have been wandering outside for a long time due to various reasons.
In all three games, Zhao Chuchu won first place.
All three poems are classics that will be passed down through the ages.
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