As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 179

Zhuo Shutong was thinking.

She suddenly found Jiang Chen had picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

She frowned.

Why is this guy so fast?

Doesn't he need to think?

She looked up to see what Jiang Chen was writing.

But she found that the title on the paper had only three words: Slow down!

And under the title, there was a lot of incomprehensible content:

When you know what to do, you are still the same, and your heart is hurting, and the geese are passing by. The wind is coming late, how can he resist it? The wine is light, two cups and three cups, and it will be the hardest to rest. When it is cold or warm, it is sad and miserable, cold and cold, searching and searching.

.......

It took only two or three minutes.

Jiang Chen had finished writing and put down his pen.

He continued to sip the warm tea handed over by Xu Mengyao.

Zhuo Shutong shook his head gently.

This guy.

He wrote some nonsense again.

It's really a hopeless case!

However.

This time, she was too lazy to say anything more.

Jiang Chen was too thick-skinned, and it was useless to say anything.

Let's get him drunk later and then think of a solution.

Soon.

Twenty minutes passed.

This time, there were very few lyrics submitted to the podium.

There were only about ten in total.

Jiang Chen's table.

Only Zhuo Shutong and Jiang Fangshu wrote a complete lyric within the specified time and finally submitted it to the podium.

Perhaps there were too few people who submitted it.

There was no need to mark the papers in batches this time.

Several old professors directly divided the collected poems into several copies, circulated them for marking and grading.

Only five minutes later.

The results were counted.

It was still Gu Wenyuan who announced the results:

"This time the topic is more difficult, and the authors who failed to write should not be discouraged."

"Everyone just needs to keep in mind the lessons of history and not let the national disaster come again."

Applause broke out at the scene.

Then, he began to announce the final winner of this round.

"I have read all the poems. Unfortunately, only one qualified one can be selected in this round."

"It is "Sorrow of Parting" written by Zhuo Shutong."

Hearing this.

Some people envied, while others sighed secretly.

It seems that the poems they had just pondered over were not recognized by the professors.

"The clouds are light and the rain is continuous. The night is long and the people are still and sleepless. I am leaning on the dangerous building alone, and all I see is sadness. My eyes are blurred with tears, and my heart is haggard and lonely. Looking into the distance, thinking of the hatred for the country, my clothes are wet with tears."

"The past is like smoke and dreams, and the sound of the jade flute blows through the cold night. We met in the dream, but it was an illusion when I woke up. I was in a daze by the window, and my worries were hard to cut off. How can I bear it, and listen to the cicadas."

Gu Yuanwen held the microphone and slowly read the lyrics written by Zhuo Shutong.

"This poem is very well written, and it completely meets the question set by Professor Murong."

"It also expresses Song Siqing's sorrow and tears. It is a rare good poem."

"So, after discussion and scoring by several of us old guys, we decided to list this poem as the first place in this round of literary competition."

"The second and third place authors are Jiang Fangshu and Nie Yunkong, respectively. They both wrote good poems, and the artistic conception is clear, but the words and sentences are not perfect. I will not show them one by one here."

Applause rang out in the hall.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Shutong and Jiang Fangshu with envy.

These two people won the first and second place in the first two rounds in a row.

They are already the only two contenders for the literary champion tonight.

Whoever wins the third round of literary competition will get a prize of two million.

Zhuo Shutong was naturally very happy.

However.

She did not forget the "serious business" tonight.

That is to get Jiang Chen drunk.

She coughed lightly and winked at everyone.

So, a new round of toasts began.

Several male authors poured wine and clinked glasses with Jiang Chen.

However.

After a round.

Even Zhang Luodong, who had the worst alcohol tolerance, was already a little drunk.

But Jiang Chen remained calm.

It was as if he was not drinking wine at all, but water.

Zhuo Shutong and Gong Yiyi looked at each other.

There was some shock in their eyes.

This guy's alcohol tolerance is too good, isn't it?

How much has he drunk, but he is not drunk yet?

Is it possible that tonight's action will not succeed in the end?

What they don't know is that the alcohol content of this sake is relatively low.

For an old drinker like Jiang Chen, it is not so easy to get drunk.

On the stage.

The main

The host has announced the end of the second round of competition.

And the last part of the literary competition tonight has finally begun.

The theme of this round is "writing".

That is, writing articles.

There is no limit to the type of writing style, and there is more time.

The contestants only need to write their works within the specified time.

The person in charge of setting the questions is Professor Li Delong from Jiangsu and Zhejiang University.

He did not give a speech first like Murong Shan did.

Instead, he picked up the pen and wrote two big words on the rice paper.

Untitled!

When the staff raised the rice paper.

There was a burst of discussion in the hall.

Li Delong held up the microphone and smiled, "Although there are no requirements for the style of writing in this round, it is the most competitive round."

"Because everyone can start from the field they are best at and give full play to their literary talent."

"In the last round, Professor Murongshan's questions stumped many people, so I won't set any questions this round."

"No topic, everyone is free to express themselves and write whatever they think of."

"There are a total of 40 minutes."

"This is the last chance to win the two million prize in the end, come on everyone."

Seeing the authors flipping the paper and pens on the table, he smiled slightly and continued:

"During this period, if everyone is hungry, you can eat the cakes and snacks on the table at will."

"In addition, I also brought a few barrels of special wine from my hometown for everyone to taste."

"This is a specialty of my hometown and one of the sponsors of this event."

"Wait a minute, I will ask our staff to prepare some for each table to cheer everyone up."

Applause broke out at the scene.

Professor Li Delong's words were very friendly, which made everyone feel very good about them.

In addition.

In such occasions where literati gather, drinking is inevitable.

Under the busyness of the on-site staff.

New fermented rice wine was placed on the table.

The time for the last round of literary competition officially began.

The authors who planned to continue to participate in the competition all racked their brains to come up with ideas.

The authors who had given up began to taste cakes and drinks.

Jiang Chen's table.

Only Zhuo Shutong and Jiang Fangshu planned to continue to participate in the last round of literary competition.

Others knew that there was no hope of winning if they continued to compete.

Simply put down the paper and pen and watched Zhuo Shutong and Jiang Fangshu compete in the final competition.

Jiang Chen was naturally too lazy to write.

Writing a poem or a lyric was acceptable.

An article could easily be hundreds of words.

He was really too lazy to write.

At this moment, a staff member brought up the special fermented rice wine from Professor Li Delong's hometown.

Perhaps it was because Li Delong's introduction just now was quite interesting.

Several male authors at the table were very interested and tasted the pot of wine.

Even Xu Mengyao was no exception.

Of course, this silly girl did not forget Jiang Chen's "favor of not killing" just now.

After secretly taking a sip, she fanned her tongue while honestly filling Jiang Chen's cup.

Jiang Chen didn't think much about it.

He picked up the cup and took a sip directly.

This wine is really good.

It tastes smooth, not spicy, and has a hint of sweetness.

Wait...!

Jiang Chen suddenly widened his eyes.

This wine is...

.......