Rebirth of the entertainment industry

Chapter 383

Teacher Mu Junhao, the host on Wen Yue’s stage seemed a little dissatisfied with the number 49 who popped up suddenly, but for some reason, he glanced at the judges on stage secretly, and seeing that they were silent, he turned off the microphone. Then go to the stage and communicate with the staff in a low voice.

The audience was also discussing endlessly. Some said that the nature of this program is to discover excellent works, so why stick to the genre; , but was limited by the genre and didn't show it?

The girl in number 49 put on an unruly look, and glanced at number 50 next to her from the corner of her eye from time to time, which made many audience members feel the urge to hit someone.

After a while, the host returned to the stage and looked at Fat Brother and announced: "I checked the rules of the competition with the program staff just now. The first round did require the theme to be poetry, so your score for the poem just now is invalid. But we are also willing to give you another chance, if you have other poems, we are willing to re-evaluate for you, are you willing?"

In the last sentence, the host looked at the audience.

"willing!"

"willing!"

"We do!"

Fat Brother took the microphone, nodded after a moment of hesitation, and said, "Okay!"

Then everyone saw him put down the microphone, erase the words on the whiteboard, and write something quickly.

Everyone regrets and looks forward to it. Qin Yuanchun's unanimous support is enough to prove the excellence of this poem, but it is limited by the rules and the results are invalid. Can he write better works?
A few minutes later, Fat Brother greeted the staff and signaled that he had finished writing. The big screen went black, and when it was turned on again, an ancient five-character poem was projected on the screen.

Chivalry

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

…………

Qianqiu two strong men, Xuhe Daliang city.

It is not ashamed to be a hero in the world.

Who can book your Excellency, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra.

"it is good!"

In order not to affect the audience's vote, the host will not express his subjective intentions on the show, but seeing this poem, he couldn't help it!
The admiration for the ancient chivalrous men, the yearning for saving lives from danger and helping those in need, and serving the world for meritorious service are vividly reflected in this song "Xia Ke Xing". Not to mention that there is no such work in modern times, it is difficult to find a song thousands of years ago Comparable!
Sparse applause sounded from the auditorium, and then more and more people stood up and applauded, and then the audience stood up!
Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

How carefree and reckless this is, as if a living knight stands in front of everyone. If such a poem does not get No.1, who is qualified!
"No. 1! No. 1!"

"champion!"

"No. 1!"

Many viewers shouted that the show could end early, and contestant No. 50 was excellent in both poetry and poetry. In the second round of the competition, I believe that no one will surpass the song Qin Yuanchun.

The host smiled and looked at the audience. Although he really wanted to end the game early and award the championship to contestant No. 50, how could the show be recorded after the end of the game? up.

Contestant No. 49, the girl who is the second child and the third child of the world, panicked when she saw her "neighbor" shouting so loudly, and couldn't help shouting: "How can this work! The second round will be randomly selected !"

The implication is that if the questions asked by the judges are not "Snow" or "Winter", then the song Qinyuanchun is obviously useless.

As soon as these words came out, many audience members felt disgusted with contestant No. 49, and many audience members even yelled at her to get out!

She looks pretty pretty girl, it’s fine to be picky just now, why are you so ignorant now, for the poetry-loving spectators, they don’t care about the competition process or who wins the championship. It is enough to see amazing poems in the show.

Wen Wu was the first, but the strength of the No. 50 player was obvious to all. If he didn't take the first place, the audience would not accept it.

The host glanced at the judges on the stage and saw that they were watching their hearts, and then asked the staff to take away the microphone of contestant No. 49 with a bad attitude, and then announced the continuation of the competition.

Fat Brother was promoted as a matter of course, and when it was the turn of the second round to come up with the questions, the judges were a little bit in trouble again.

There was already a song "Qinyuanchun" in the first round just now. Wouldn't it be great if they asked other questions?
"What's wrong with this? The competition is all about fairness. Do we have to ask before setting a question, let us know who has a good poem, and then we will make a question? Then what is the prestige of our judges!"

Bao Zhiguo made a final decision and wanted to help the other three judges make up their minds.

"In your opinion, how should we choose the topic for this round?"

Deng Jiumei looked at Bao Zhiguo with a faint smile on his face.

"I think the theme of spring is very good!"

Bao Zhiguo replied with erratic eyes.

"Chun? Is it because Mr. Bao is especially good at writing poems about spring?"

Deng Jiumei still had that indifferent expression, but these words gave Bao Zhiguo the feeling that a thunderbolt rang in his ears.

"Mr. Deng, what do you mean by that?"

Bao Zhiguo stared at Deng Jiumei intently, as if he wanted to see something strange on her face, did she know something?
"It's not interesting. Teacher Bao, don't be nervous. I think it's better to use the battlefield instead. Teacher Mu and Teacher Wen, what do you think?"

For some reason, the other two who were named by her looked a little averted, and nodded in haste, without expressing their own thoughts.

This is different from what I said at the beginning!

Bao Zhiguo became anxious when he saw it, and kept trying to signal the other two to jump out and refute with his eyes, but Mu Junhao and Wen Yue didn't seem to see it.

Just kidding, you just give us 10 yuan each. If Deng Jiumei makes a big fuss and exposes this, you will be ruined. No amount of 10 yuan can make up for it!
"Now what I hold in my hand is the topic given by the four teachers - the battlefield!, the time limit is 5 minutes, the subject is not limited, and the countdown begins!"

The ancients wrote a lot of poems on this kind of theme, but modern people who have experience in the battlefield have at most played with sand when they were young. This theme is not easy to write.

As soon as the topic came out, Fat Brother once again became the focus of the audience, and everyone just wanted to know what kind of amazing poems this master would come up with.

As for the other nine finalists, you are frowning and looking at the sky, you are staring at the wall in a daze, you are writing and drawing, and the girl No. Staring at the position of the judges on the stage, his face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

battlefield?

In Fat Brother's memory, there are simply too many poems written on the battlefield. With so many poems, which one should I choose?

But the fat brother thought about it for a while, and he thought of it!
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, time is up!"

As the host announced loudly, the shortlisted contestants had different expressions, but except for Fat Brother, none of the other nine had a good face. It was still too difficult for them to write a poem with a 5-minute limit. Don't report any thoughts of winning the championship, just like the audience below, just be a spectator with peace of mind.

"Let's take a look at the works of ten contestants!"

The host smiled and signaled to the staff to help them show the contestants' works just now, and there was an uproar just after they were shown.

Seven out of ten people handed in blank papers!
Looking at the poems of the two people in front of me again, I suddenly burst into laughter again.

(End of this chapter)