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

Chapter 176

The more lonely you are, the more lonely you will be.

Loneliness!

Professor Gu Yuanwen held up the microphone and said with a smile:

"Two days ago, I read a book called "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and was quite touched."

"Sometimes life is like a lonely journey. We are afraid of loneliness, but we also enjoy loneliness."

"No one can easily bypass these two words."

"Why don't you write a poem with these two words as the title."

"The time limit is ten minutes, and everyone has only one chance."

"After writing, you can hand it in to the rostrum, and we old guys will review it one by one, comment on it, and give it a score."

"Finally, the best one will be selected."

After Professor Gu Yuanwen finished speaking, he returned the microphone to the staff.

Then, with the announcement of the female host,

The first round of literary competition, poetry writing competition, the timer begins.

In the hall.

It became a little noisy for a while.

Some authors scratched their heads and immediately discussed with their friends next to them.

Some began to frown and ponder, nitpicking on words.

The authors at Jiang Chen's table were no exception.

Everyone was silent, racking their brains to think about their poems.

Even Xu Mengyao bit the pen and thought about it with a sad face.

Only Jiang Chen, after a little hesitation, actually picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

The dragon flew and the phoenix danced, elegant and generous.

Zhang Hanming on the side had been observing the state of several young people at the table.

Seeing that others were thinking hard.

Jiang Chen had already started writing.

He was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that Jiang Chen had an idea so quickly?

He was curious.

He couldn't help but take a closer look.

But he saw that Jiang Chen had really written a poem on the paper.

However, the sentence is a bit strange.

Jiang Xue

No birds fly in the mountains,

No traces of people on the paths.

An old man in a straw hat and a raincoat is alone in a boat,

Fishing alone in the cold snowy river.

Zhang Hanming glanced at it quickly.

Although he didn't read it carefully.

He found that the few lines of poetry written by Jiang Chen didn't seem to read very smoothly.

He was a little confused.

This... can also be considered a poem?

After Jiang Chen finished writing, he seemed to be quite satisfied with the poem.

He didn't mean to modify it at all.

He just put the rice paper aside.

He continued to taste the cakes and tea on the table.

After eating the plate in front of him, he actually asked the waiter to bring another plate.

That leisurely look is really annoying!

Zhang Hanming immediately started to wonder.

Wait!

Is this guy reliable? If he rashly accepts this idiot as a student, won't it tarnish his reputation?

While the old man was pondering.

Other people at the table seemed to have ideas.

They all started writing.

They wrote down their poems that they had been thinking about.

"Jiang Chen, are you done?"

Zhuo Shutong was the first to finish.

She picked up the rice paper and blew on it, waiting for the ink to dry.

Then she looked up at the people around her.

Other male authors were still frowning and pondering, occasionally revising their poems on paper.

Only Jiang Chen seemed to be fine.

He ate a bite of cake and a sip of tea with relish.

"Oh, I've finished."

Jiang Chen pointed to the paper on his desk.

Hearing this.

Zhuo Shutong was stunned for a moment.

So fast?

She thought she was fast enough.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen was faster than her.

She looked in the direction of Jiang Chen's finger.

Sure enough, she saw a poem on the paper beside her.

However.

After reading just the first sentence, the corners of her mouth twitched.

Thousands of flying birds are gone from the mountains?

Tens of thousands of human paths are gone?

What the hell is this?

"This... is the poem you wrote?"

She looked at Jiang Chen with a strange expression.

"Yeah."

Jiang Chen nodded.

He wrote this poem casually.

He hadn't planned to participate in the literary competition tonight.

But he was afraid that the authors around him would start writing, and even the silly girl Xu Mengyao received a piece of paper and pen.

If he didn't write a word.

It's really a bit weird to be idle.

So.

He also received paper and pen and wrote an ancient poem in reverse.

Anyway, no one here should be able to recognize it.

Seeing Jiang Chen admit it, Zhuo Shutong was speechless.

What a mess.

It doesn't make sense to read.

"You... this is also a poem?"

"Yes."

"Then can you give it to me and take a closer look?"

Jiang Chen raised his head and glanced at her, but waved his hand:

"Forget it, most people can't understand my poem."

Hearing this.

Zhuo Shutong was a little unconvinced: "You mean, I don't understand poetry?"

Jiang Chen said lightly: "Whether you understand poetry or not, you can't understand this poem."

He was actually right.

He was the only one in the world who could understand this "anti-poem" at a glance.

Because this poem represents not only the lonely artistic conception in it.

It is also the cultural sustenance of his world.

It is the lonely Jiang Xue, and also the lonely self.

Who can understand the meaning of this?

"You......!"

Seeing Jiang Chen so arrogant, Zhuo Shutong was a little angry.

Her teacher was still sitting here.

Even if she couldn't understand it, could her teacher not understand it?

Jiang Chen was too frivolous!

Zhang Hanming on the side came back to his senses.

Hearing Jiang Chen say this, he was a little angry.

This kid.

He is indeed a little arrogant. He just sang two songs and won the first place in the art competition.

He is so arrogant that he doesn't even take him seriously?

He also listened carefully to Jiang Chen's two songs.

Although they are suitable for the occasion, the lyrics and music are only above average.

What is there to brag about?

He frowned slightly.

But Zhuo Shutong gritted his teeth, looked in the direction of the rostrum, and said:

"Okay, since you have finished writing, I will help you hand it in."

Since Jiang Chen said that he couldn't understand the poem he wrote.

She wanted to see what rank those nonsense words could get under the comments of several old professors? !

If the professors are criticized for nothing at that time.

She must laugh at this arrogant guy!

Jiang Chen waved his hand: "Forget it."

He really didn't plan to participate in the literary competition, so he naturally didn't plan to submit his own poems.

Zhuo Shutong snorted coldly: "I think you don't dare to submit it?"

Jiang Chen picked up a glass of wine: "Whatever you think."

Zhuo Shutong saw that Jiang Chen looked unmoved.

He gritted his teeth, but he couldn't do anything about him.

He had to go to the rostrum angrily and submit his poems.

The other male authors at the same table all looked at Jiang Chen with strange expressions.

They didn't expect Jiang Chen to be so arrogant.

Although the two songs just now were really good.

But when it comes to writing articles and poems, they should be their strong points, right?

In this aspect.

Even they didn't think they could surpass Zhuo Shutong.

But this guy said that Zhuo Shutong couldn't understand his poems at all.

For a while.

Everyone shook their heads, left the table, and went to the rostrum to submit their poems.

Even Xu Mengyao, after biting the tip of her pen for a long time, actually wrote a poem on the paper.

She walked towards the podium with great interest.

Soon, only Jiang Chen, Han Xueer and Zhang Hanming were left on the table.

Zhang Hanming's face looked a little bad.

Han Xueer looked at Jiang Chen with interest with her beautiful eyes.

Here.

Perhaps she was the only one who knew the true level of Jiang Chen's literary talent, which was definitely not worse than any other author.

So, she was very curious.

What kind of poem was written on Jiang Chen's paper?

Even the most talented woman in Kyoto couldn't understand it?

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