What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

He glanced around first, and then slowly spoke.

"When the time is up, please ask the waiters to send the collected works to the second floor. The guest judges will cross-screen and leave the best works for publicity, and finally the top thirty will be selected."

After saying that, the maids downstairs came upstairs one after another carrying trays.

In the lobby on the first floor, everyone watched eagerly, and those who knew each other began to whisper, expressing their own nervousness.

"Senior Brother Xiao Han, do you think I can advance? Although I am confident in my poems, I am still a little nervous~"

The thin classmate turned his head and looked at Xiao Han eagerly.

Before Xiao Han could open his mouth to comfort him, he immediately said again.

"How about I read it out? You can rate it~"

As he spoke, the thin man's eyes lit up and he opened his mouth to read his new poem.

Hearing this, Xiao Han suddenly became anxious.

The lessons learned from the past are still fresh in his mind, how could he be allowed to do it again.

Xiao Han immediately stretched out his hand and pressed his mouth with lightning speed.

Brother, please calm down. He still remembers the song about climbing a mountain in the morning.

After looking at the camera that was about to hit him, Xiao Han felt sad.

"Junior brother, your poem must be fine. Let's discuss it privately later~"

Xiao Han leaned over and comforted softly.

It wasn't until the thin man whimpered and nodded that Xiao Han let go of his hand.

"Senior brother, this song is even more exciting than the one in the morning. Are you sure you don't want to listen to it?"

The thin classmate was still a little unwilling, so he came over and said seductively.

"Let's compete first, and we'll talk about this later when we get back."

Xiao Han glared at him and turned back to look at the second floor.

Seeing that Xiao Han stopped paying attention to him, the thin classmate shut up angrily.

The interaction between the two was captured by the close-up camera, and friends could see it clearly.

"Don't mention it, let him say that based on the principle of appreciating art, I would like to see what other amazing works he creates~"

"This classmate really wrote a good poem. Don't keep it private, share it quickly~"

"Hey~, the thoughts upstairs are not pure. Is that poetry? Are you serious? That's called art. Come on, count me in~"

"I'm a newbie, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Please answer~"

"Girl upstairs, you'd better not know. Come on, come with my brother, he will explain it to you alone~"

For a time, Xiao Han's friends were extremely excited and posted barrages to express their dissatisfaction.

Good things should be shared, hiding them is not a good comrade.

Seeing the increasingly biased barrage here, Ma Liang closed his eyes helplessly. He couldn't afford to offend this person.

The thin man next to Xiao Han is the son of another entertainment giant. He is low-key, cautious, and does a good job in finishing work.

So he is not famous in the circle.

But it’s not something to be trifled with.

As long as it doesn't cause a big mess, just let him go~

Out of sight, out of mind, Ma Liang turned his gaze to the side.

As time passed, an exclamation sounded from upstairs.

A literature professor from the school stood up excitedly and looked at the work in his hand in disbelief.

How could a piece of this caliber appear in such a childish competition?

At this time, he was relieved that he could not save face and came to participate in this show.

If he didn't come, how could he see such an excellent work.

Thinking of his old friend's mysterious smile at that time, he felt a little enlightened.

Although he searched his memory and couldn't find the impression of this poem, he was still a little suspicious, fearing that he didn't know which poetry collection this poem was borrowed from.

With trembling hands, he took out his cell phone and started searching on it.

After a long while, he took a long breath and felt relieved.

Looking at the folded corners, he now wondered who the author of the poem was.

Fitting with today's theme, Mei is likely to be played live.

Even the previous inventory was top-notch work.

He couldn't figure out how someone with such talent could come to participate in such a competition.

Moreover, this calligraphy is extraordinary, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.

He stretched his head and glanced downstairs, but there was no one who could match his position.

Shaking his head he sat back.

"Lao Hu, what's wrong with you? You were so shocked~"

Next to him, the professor who came with him put down his work in disappointment and turned to look at Lao Hu.

Lao Hu is usually quite calm in school, why is he so irritable here.

Hearing the movement next to him, Lao Hu came back to his senses.

As both a professor of literature, he was eager to share the confirmation with his old colleagues.

"Lao Li, come here and take a look and see what I found!!! You would never expect to see such a work here~"

Lao Hu said excitedly.

Lao Li was stunned by what he said, and his curiosity was piqued.

He was also curious about what kind of work could make someone with such high eyes like Lao Hu lose his composure.

Instructing the maid next to him to take away the tray in front of him, Lao Li stood up and came behind Lao Hu.

He looked intently at the paper in Lao Hu's hand.

Just glancing at it, the calligraphy alone made his eyes light up.

Read softly:

"Plum blossoms~ There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance."

After reading it, he was stunned on the spot.

How could such a poem appear here?

Totally unreasonable~

Thinking of the way Lao Hu lost his composure just now, he now understood a little bit.

This is exactly like using anti-aircraft cannons to kill mosquitoes and openly bullying others.

This is no different from a professor who specializes in literature sneaking into primary school students.

He even suspected that some master of poetry was making a prank.

"How's it going? Aren't you shocked? I didn't expect that I would gain so much by going through the motions here. I want to see who has such a bad taste later~"

Seeing Lao Li's expression changing, Lao Hu said with a smile.

He is now looking forward to announcing the ranking as soon as possible and seeing who he is after the name is revealed.

He is easy to make friends with.

The two looked at each other and wrote the word "excellent" behind the number 26.

Reluctantly, he put the poem back on the tray and passed it to the next judge.

Their actions had already attracted the attention of others on the second floor.

When the tray was passed, I couldn’t wait to pick up the first piece of work.

It still brought an exclamation.

“Good poem~”

Then there was nothing more to follow. I only saw what he wrote on it with a pen and put it aside alone.

The next person looked at his reaction and felt a little itchy.

Could it be that there really are some remarkable works in this kind of competition?

Even more anxious than them were the contestants downstairs.

Looking at the movement on the second floor, several people from Fucheng and the disciples from the aristocratic families in the front row raised their chins proudly.

Presumably it was their works that caused a sensation.

This is a live broadcast for the whole country, just waiting for it to be a blockbuster!

Thinking about it, they were a little excited.

Xiao Han is still the old god.

He knew the power of the work he submitted.

This is a famous piece written by Wang Anshi in his previous life, so one can imagine the impact it will have.

Looking around, Xiao Han felt that it was too cold from a high place and he could see all the small mountains at a glance.

This wave is really a bit bullying~