I’m Really a Superstar

The pen falls.

The word is completed.

This poem has just finished a sentence, and nothing can be seen for the time being. The first thing everyone noticed was Zhang Ye's calligraphy. When they saw Zhang Ye's seemingly loose but sharp brush strokes, many young women watching the excitement The teachers all screamed, and several teachers and professors who were really knowledgeable about calligraphy also looked stunned. They hurriedly walked into a few positions to take a closer look, and then were stunned again!

"This word..."

"This calligraphy is so brilliant!"

"Ordinary amateur calligraphers can't write this kind of characters!"

"Is this running script? I haven't seen this style of running script before. It feels a bit like regular running script, but it's not the same."

"The handwriting is so beautiful!"

"I never thought Zhang Ye could write such good calligraphy!"

"This is also the first time I know that Teacher Zhang's calligraphy is of such a high level!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Liao Qi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.

Several teachers from Tsinghua University looked at each other.

Only Su Na's expression remained unchanged. Once upon a time, the Calligraphy Association held a dinner party on the anniversary of its founding, and brought a calligraphy master to celebrate Wu Zeqing's birthday. Su Na and many people in the Calligraphy Association had already seen Zhang Ye's calligraphy skills. Su Na felt that the best piece of writing by Zhang Ye was "Poetry of Mulan". All the characteristics and styles of Zhang Ye's running script were vividly displayed in that piece. Most people would not say that they wrote like this, but just followed it. Even pedal copying can't produce Zhang Ye's calligraphy style. This kind of running script can be said to be Zhang Ye's only one, and no one can imitate it for the time being!

Naturally, people in this world don’t know that Zhang Ye’s calligraphy actually imitates the handwriting of Wang Xizhi, the famous calligraphy sage on earth. Although Zhang Ye hasn’t had enough experience in calligraphy skills, he may still lack a lot of strength. , but even if there is one or two percent of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, it is enough to shock people in this world. The name of calligraphy sage is not for nothing, and it is not self-proclaimed by Wang Xizhi. It is the affirmation given by history!

"Absolutely awesome!"

"This word is really pleasing to the eye!"

"If we were to compete in calligraphy, Professor Liao would be completely defeated."

"yes,

But this time the question was about poetry. "

Many people were full of praise. After being amazed by Zhang Ye's calligraphy, everyone slowly began to pay attention to Zhang Ye's poems and wanted to see what Zhang Ye could do under the topic of "husband and wife", which he was not good at. look.

Suna squeezed in.

Dean Pan stepped forward.

The poem is as follows:

"Husband Remembers Wife"

With dry eyes, I look at the distant mountains and across the water.

We have seen each other several times and know each other.

I am afraid of drinking a glass of wine when the pot is empty.

It is difficult to write a poem in harmony and rhyme.

Getting lost prevents people from being separated for a long time.

The news was not returned late.

The solitary lamp keeps watch in the lonely night.

The husband remembers his wife and the father remembers his son.

After finishing writing, Zhang Ye also left a note of his own.

After one final glance, Zhang Ye nodded with satisfaction, put down his brush, walked out of the crowd, and went back to the oven to eat. This time, he ate grilled mushrooms.

A lot of people were left cheering!

"What a poem!"

"The whole poem revolves around the word 'remember', and the description of the husband's thoughts and feelings for his wife is so desolate and beautiful!"

"ox!"

"I thought that Teacher Liao's poems had reached their peak, but I didn't expect that Teacher Zhang is still Teacher Zhang, and he deserves his reputation! It's not worse than Teacher Liao's poems at all! And you must know that Zhang Ye is not married yet. The title of 'husband and wife' itself It's not a field he's good at. If you take this into consideration, and consider the fact that it's improvisation, it's even better to illustrate Zhang Ye's skill!"

"Professor Zhang is still so talented."

"Well written!"

"This poem is just like his calligraphy, it's really amazing!"

"Teacher Zhang did a great job!"

"Ha ha!"

Dean Pan nodded heavily, feeling very good.

Su Na gave Zhang Ye a thumbs up from a distance.

Most of the people in the female teacher group also laughed and praised. Sure enough, Zhang Ye did not let them down. He really didn't let up at the critical moment h

A female teacher said with a smile: "We won the last round, right?"

Ma Qi from the Chinese language group frowned and said, "Why did you win? Teacher Liao's work is also very good. At least in terms of writing, I think Teacher Liao's word choice is more sophisticated."

A male teacher from Tsinghua University nodded and smiled: "I also think Teacher Liao's poems are better and more beautiful."

Su Na disagreed, "It must be Teacher Zhang's poems that are better. There's no need to ask!"

A female professor looked at the male teachers and said, "Hey, you guys can't afford to lose, can't you?"

"Why can't you afford to lose? Originally, Teacher Liao's writing was pretty good. Who wins and who loses? It's really hard to tell. After all, there is no superiority in art. Everyone has a different opinion." Someone from the male teacher group said.

An old professor with relatively high qualifications commented: "This is true. I think both poems have their own merits. Each has its own advantages. If I have to say which one is better than the other, there is no way to say that, otherwise I’ll just leave it to the judges and watch the three judges vote, whichever song gets more votes will win.”

"OK!"

"Look at the referee."

"agree."

"Zhang Ye will definitely win."

"Teacher Liao must win!"

Everyone looked at the three referees, waiting for the result.

Liao Qi himself also cared about this result, but the expression on his face was still relatively casual.

But compared to Liao Qi and several Tsinghua teachers, Zhang Ye didn't care that much. After he finished writing the poem and completing the task, he just put it aside and started eating and drinking when he should.

At this time, the first young referee spoke, "In my opinion, Teacher Zhang Ye's "Husband Remembers His Wife" is better. In comparison, I like the artistic conception of this poem better."

The female teacher group immediately laughed.

"Yeah!"

"well said!"

As a result, the next referee spoke, and Li Rui said: "I don't agree. The artistic conception of the two poems is actually similar and both are very good. However, in comparison, Teacher Liao's poem is obviously more focused on the theme. To be more clear, the topic we just gave is "husband and wife", and Teacher Liao's poems also show this to the maximum extent. There is a husband, there is a wife, and there is a wife. However, Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are more about husbands. Bian's mentality only expresses one aspect and psychological state of the 'husband and wife'. The poem must be a good poem, but for this topic, Teacher Liao must have won."

Many people think it makes sense when they hear it.

"Too."

"Well, as for the theme, it's still Teacher Liao's complete one."

"Yes, not to mention Teacher Liao's other poems, today's one is really good."

Li Rui voted for Liao Qi.

Zhang Ye and Liao Qi are now tied one to one, and it depends on the last referee.

The last referee was an older professor. He walked over and took a closer look at the two poems by Zhang Ye and Liao Qi that had been hung up. After a while, he turned back with a wry smile and said, "I can't tell the difference." The bets look good, otherwise it’s a tie and I’m abstaining from voting.”

"A tie?"

"sweat!"

"Then who wins?"

"No one wins and no one loses."

"Does it have to be an extra game?"

"If it's a tie, let's let it be a tie."

"Oh, it was almost, hee hee, I was waiting for the male teachers group to do a square dance together!"

The result was a draw, and many people actually accepted this result. It was just a game anyway, as long as they were not judged as losers or punished.

Liao Qi had no objection. He could completely accept a draw with Zhang Ye in the poetry competition. At this moment, he and several of their Tsinghua teachers had also glanced at Zhang Ye. Sure enough, just like Liao Qi and As a few people think, Zhang Ye is not as great as everyone says. If I have to say it, I can only say that Zhang Ye is an excellent literary worker, a master? He doesn't count! Liao Qi can rival him in every poem. How can Zhang Ye say that a master is not a master? That’s about it!

Ma Qi praised: "I think Teacher Liao's realm has made another leap. Is he going to take this path in the future?"

Liao Qi smiled and shook his hand, saying: "I'd better teach my book steadily. Writing poetry and lyrics is a hobby of mine, not my main job."

Li Rui also smiled and said: "You can write so well about your hobbies, how can you put us in trouble?"

Several teachers from Tsinghua University also praised him.

Over there, Su Na walked behind Zhang Ye and said, "Do you still want to eat?"

Zhang Ye hummed, "I have been using my brain too much these days, and I don't know why I am so hungry. I have consumed too much." He was not only tired from writing questions, he also used the memory search capsule to study quickly in the morning.

Suna pursed her lips, "It's settled over there, it's a draw."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I heard it, let's just let it go."

"Your poem today is indeed good, but compared with your previous poems, I don't think you have fully demonstrated it." Su Na said helplessly: "You are usually very competitive, but now you are not competitive at all. Well, when you wrote this poem, I think you didn’t even think about it, you just wrote it casually. If you were more serious, how could you not win against Teacher Liao Qi? This is not your true level. "

I can't beat him?

Did I write it casually?

Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing.

Next to them, there were also several female teachers from Peking University who said: "Oh, Teacher Zhang, you underestimated the enemy today. Teacher Liao made it clear that he came prepared, but if you still don't show your best performance, with your reputation, even if we tie, we will lose. If word gets out that Teacher Liao is on par with you in terms of poetry? Teacher Liao will definitely be in the limelight, and others will think that Peking University is not as good as Tsinghua University."

Suddenly, a person walked up from the bottom of the mountain.

——It’s Yu Fan, the leader of the Chinese proposition group!

Yu Fan was busy with the match before, so he arrived late. As soon as he came over, he was startled and said with a smile: "What's wrong? There's another competition? Who won this year? How are they divided into groups?"

Li Rui smiled and said, "It's a tie this year."

Yu Fan blinked, "Can we still draw?"

March said: "On the last question, both sides are tied."

I briefly introduced the situation to Team Leader Yu.

Team leader Yu was very interested and stepped forward, "Let me take a look."