Chapter 342 A spontaneous, timeless masterpiece that astonishes South Korean netizens.
"Perhaps he's using this kind of casual conversation to stall for time, while thinking about his own escape route."
Before Park Young-soon could figure it out, another thin South Korean reporter next to him wiped his glasses and laughed.
"Perhaps..."
Park Young-soon nodded and turned his gaze back to the stage.
"May I ask a question, Yue Heng? How long do you typically need to create this?"
“If you need, we can reserve a private studio for you on-site.”
After receiving instructions from producer Ni Yongying, mentor Nami, sitting in the audience, suddenly spoke up.
Now, the words spoken by the host, Hua Shao, are irreversible.
The production team had no choice but to hurriedly look for other solutions.
My first thought was to give Wang Yueheng as much time as possible to create.
To minimize the difficulty of on-site creation.
"I already have an idea, and I hope the production team can prepare a larger whiteboard for me like they did last time. Thank you!"
Wang Yueheng gave Nami a grateful look and smiled as he spoke.
"Oh my god... they're going to have another live poetry writing session!"
"Haha, I like it! It seems like that's how 'Rice Fragrance' was written last time."
"This feels so familiar, Wang Yueheng is invincible!"
"I just saw a group of South Korean haters on an overseas website clamoring that Wang Yueheng was going to make a fool of himself. Let's see who the clown is now!"
"I support Wang Yueheng! I'll be a fan for life as long as he can write it!"
Inside the live stream room.
When the audience learned that Wang Yueheng not only did not request extra time for creation.
He even asked for a whiteboard to write poems on the spot.
They immediately erupted in excitement.
The gift-giving function was disabled in the official live stream room.
Many people flooded the screen with free flowers and hearts.
Countless flowers, accompanied by the cheers of fans, flooded the live stream screen.
"Huh? We just saw that contestant Wang Yueheng actually asked the production team for a whiteboard."
"According to our understanding, he had previously used this method to create the lyrics for 'Rice Fragrance' on the spot."
"I'm really curious to see what he'll write this time."
South Korean news anchor Hyun Jung-ah stared at the live footage, her expression showing surprise.
"It's just a pretense."
"Could he be cheating using an in-ear monitor?"
"Even if they cheated, it would be too late; the whiteboard has already been put up!"...
South Korean netizens watching the broadcast on the ANN news website also erupted in discussion.
For these overseas netizens.
The name Wang Yueheng is still quite unfamiliar.
Most people came for their own beautiful anchor, Hyun Jung-ah.
Most South Korean netizens are familiar with Wang Yueheng.
This is limited to the song "Nocturne," which previously dominated the South Korean music charts.
In addition, he is a newly debuted artist from China.
Therefore, they did not take his impromptu poetry seriously.
...
on stage.
A huge whiteboard, measuring two meters by one and a half meters, was pushed to the center by the staff.
Wang Yueheng, holding a marker, stood in front of the whiteboard with his back to the audience.
"I'm so nervous, is he going to just start writing right away?"
"There are so many foreign journalists here, you should at least prepare a draft, don't just do anything reckless..."
"I'm really worried he'll mess up this time..."
Seeing Wang Yueheng's posture as he wrote poetry on the spot.
Countless viewers immediately became nervous for him.
Many people at the scene even clenched their hands and stood up from their seats, staring at Wang Yueheng's back on the stage.
"Emperor Wenchang, Emperor Wenqu, Heavenly Official Bestowing Blessings..."
"May Yue Heng perform exceptionally well..."
Guo Dalin gripped the armrest of his chair tightly, silently reciting the names of the various star officials, and praying silently for Wang Yueheng on the spot.
Wang Zhan himself sat upright in his seat, calmly gazing at the stage.
They did not show any surprise or astonishment at this unexpected incident.
In my heart.
However, one can't help but feel a chill for Wang Yueheng.
Hopefully, he can perform at half his previous level, and this tense situation will be resolved.
"Shh~"
After pondering for about ten seconds in front of the whiteboard.
Wang Yueheng held up a black marker and began writing on the whiteboard.
The neat and clear clerical script characters, with their straight and square strokes resembling silkworm heads and swallow tails, appeared on the large whiteboard.
His calligraphy is as fluid and elegant as ever.
The footage was captured by focusing and zooming in on the camera, appearing on the large screen at the scene and in front of netizens in the live broadcast room.
Everyone present was captivated by Wang Yueheng's masterful calligraphy.
I couldn't help but whisper the words he had written on the whiteboard:
"All the flowers have faded, yet it alone remains radiant, captivating the small garden with its charm."
"Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight..."
Although many people do not immediately understand the poem's meaning.
But the calligraphy is pleasing to the eye and the seven-character poems are easy to recite.
It still creates a beautiful and evocative image.
"Hmm? Hidden Fragrance? Isn't that the title of that song from earlier?"
"Wow, this is a direct collaboration..."
"The songs derived from 'Inscription on Flowers in the Year of Ji Hai' have now been woven into a new poem!"
"Although I am not very well-educated, I still think this poem is very beautiful."
"Shh, keep watching!"...
In the audience seats below the stage.
Staring at the poem Wang Yueheng had just written, someone couldn't help but offer their comments.
Even Wang Zhan himself could no longer maintain his calm expression.
He leaned forward, trying hard to see every word Wang Yueheng had just written.
He was just thinking about what would happen if Wang Yueheng underperformed.
How should I smooth things over?
This way, the production team and Wang Yueheng could save face, while also minimizing the embarrassment for himself.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yueheng rolled up his sleeves and got right to the job.
The two lines of poetry had just been written.
Wang Zhan suddenly realized.
Wang Yueheng absolutely did not force himself to write it.
Such a seamless and flowing poem cannot be written by simply copying and pasting.
He ignored the gasps of amazement from the audience below.
Wang Yueheng continued to copy the poem onto the whiteboard with complete absorption.
Just as he wrote these verses.
The popularity points originally reduced the speed of improvement.
It clearly accelerated and started to rise again.
Just like the racing hearts of all the audience members.
"Clatter"
He casually tossed the marker in his hand into the whiteboard marker slot.
After finishing his work, Wang Yueheng turned around and clapped his hands.
Behind him.
A complete and naturally formed poem appeared on the whiteboard.
"All the flowers have faded, yet it alone remains radiant, captivating the small garden with its charm."
"Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight."
"The frost-covered bird, about to descend, first steals a glance; if the butterflies knew, they would surely be heartbroken."
"Fortunately, we have gentle verses to share, so there is no need for clappers and golden goblets."
Less than two minutes.
A complete seven-character regulated verse was then presented to everyone.
Such an astonishingly fast creative speed.
This left the audience stunned once again.
At this moment, on the official website of ANN in South Korea.
I witnessed Wang Yueheng write his poems on the whiteboard.
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