Sitting in the audience, Chen Feng smiled slightly when he heard Wang Zheng's words.
Just thinking about it with his toes, Wang Zheng must have wanted to do things with him again this time.
"I think this proposal is good, let me do it first."
Lu Hui stood up, walked onto the stage, took the microphone, pondered for a while, and said:
"The sea breeze is dyed by the light
The waves were rough at the same time.
The eagle spreads its wings three thousand miles,
The sun and the moon are on the line!"
Happiness!
The audience immediately applauded.
"What a rough wave!"
"This head is well opened."
"It makes me afraid to go up and show off literary talent."
"This poem is powerful and powerful, it is indeed a rare good poem!"
Hearing everyone's praise, Lu Hui felt very proud.
Not to be outdone, Zhang Ziwen stepped onto the stage, thought about it, and said loudly:
"Lonely sighed under the moon,
The night is full of frost and cold.
Caress the window lattice and the wind blows,
Go to Meng Yuan Ye faint!"
Happiness!
There was another round of applause from the audience.
"It's melancholy again!"
"He will do this, and write a set of bitter poems."
"I heard that his wife was chased by him."
"That's okay, I also wrote a lot of poems, why am I still single?"
Immediately afterwards, several people came to the stage to recite the poems they created on the spot.
Zhang Ziwen looked at Wang Zheng and deliberately asked loudly: "Brother Wang, you made this proposal first. You have to put on a song for us anyway?"
Looking at the gaze of the audience looking at him, Wang Zheng took the microphone and smiled: "Okay, then I will play a song. It is not good, so don't laugh."
"Who here doesn't know that Brother Wang is so brilliant, how dare we laugh at you?" Lu Hui flattered.
Wang Zheng smiled humbly and said:
"Thousands of hammers dig into the mountains—"
Upon hearing the first sentence, Chen Feng looked up.
Wang Zheng continued to read:
"It's like waiting for a while."
Chen Feng hooked his lips.
Wang Zheng used the poem he wrote on the blackboard that day to pretend to be forced.
"I am not afraid of being crushed,
Be innocent in the world!"
A poem, Wang Zhengnian's imposing vigor and soul.
Happiness!
There was thunderous applause from the audience.
"Good poem!"
"It's a good sentence,'Don't be afraid of being crushed, you must stay innocent in the world'!"
"Brother Wang is out on the expedition, and there will be no grass!"
"After hearing this poem, I realized that the ones I wrote before are simply nonsense!"
"Compare the previous poems all at once."
Hearing the compliments from everyone in the audience, Wang Zheng's heart was refreshed.
However, on the surface, he still pretended to be low-key and said: "If everyone here feels that there is anything in my poem that needs to be revised, even if it is proposed, I will accept it with humility."
Lu Hui yelled: "Brother Wang, you are too humble. Ask me to say that your poem is perfect and impeccable!"
Zhang Ziwen also followed flattery: "Brother Wang, you are simply our No. 1 poetic god in Rongcheng!"
"You guys are giving me face, you praise me well."
Wang Zheng looked at Fan Wenliang: "Old Fan, what do you think of my poem just now?"
Fan Wenliang nodded in approval: "Yes, it's not bad to memorize it."
Wang Zheng was taken aback: Could it be that Mr. Fan already knew that this poem was not his original?
He smiled awkwardly and asked, "Fan, what do you mean by this?"
"What do you mean, you know in your heart." Fan Wenliang said coldly.
Wang Zheng felt a little panicked.
This poem was indeed written by Chen Feng. After he saw it, he copied it down and recited it and took it to the Writers Association to pretend to be forced.
But in this matter, apart from him and Chen Feng, no third person would know the secret.
unless……
Unless Chen Feng has already told Fan Lao about this.
Wang Zheng pretended to be calm, and said with a smile: "Old Fan, I took a long time to conceive this poem. Don't you think that I copied someone else's work?"
Seeing Wang Zheng's thick-skinned face, Fan Wenliang sneered, "Unfortunately, I know the original author of this poem."
Wang Zheng felt a little in his heart.
It seemed that Chen Feng had indeed told Fan Lao about this matter just now.
However, only relying on Chen Feng's mouth to say nothing, and no evidence could be given, and he could not prove to everyone present that this poem was his original.
Wang Zheng simply carried the rogue to the end.
"Old Fan, since you said you know the original author of this poem, is he also on the scene?"
Fan Wenliang snorted coldly: "He is here, he is what I am going to introduce to you today, Rongcheng's new poetry god!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of excitement on the scene.
"What, the new poetry god has come?"
"Who is it, why didn't I see it?"
"I have been looking forward to it for a long time, he is my idol!"
"If I can see the poetry god, I will die without regret!"
When everyone looked around looking for the new poetry god, Fan Wenliang took Chen Feng's hand and stood up and announced loudly: "He is the new poetry god I want to introduce to you, Chen Feng!"
hiss--
Everyone present was silent.
A pair of eyes looked at Chen Feng with surprise, admiration, disdain, and indifference.
Wang Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Feng in disbelief: "Old Fan, do you think this kid is our new poetry god in Rongcheng?"
"Yes, the two poems I brought you to taste last time are his works!"
"So it was him..." If Wang Zheng didn't panic in his heart at this moment, it was obviously impossible.
Someone in the audience asked curiously: "Brother Wang, so this poem of yours is indeed a plagiarism from the god of poetry?"
"It's ridiculous to copy other people's poems to fool us!"
"Our Writers Association does not allow such shameless people to exist!"
Seeing everyone in the audience pointed the finger at him, Wang Zheng swallowed his mouth: "You have no evidence. How can you conclude that this poem was written by Chen Feng?"
He glanced at Chen Feng coldly: "No matter how much I say, we have a certain status in the literary world of Rongcheng. It is not guilty to copy a poem by a hairy boy to win your attention!"
When Wang Zheng said that, everyone felt reasonable.
Lu Hui looked at Fan Wenliang: "Fan Lao, I believe Brother Wang, he will never copy other people's poems. Is there any misunderstanding in this?"
"The clear one clears himself." Fan Wenliang looked at Chen Feng, "Xiao Feng, leave this to you to handle."
Chen Feng nodded and stood up slowly.
Wang Zheng looked at Chen Feng and sneered: "It turns out that you are a new poetry god, but even if you have outstanding literary skills and maliciously framed me to plagiarize your poems, the truth is excessive. Now everyone is present. You'd better explain this clearly. Give me an innocence!"
Chen Feng is about to give Wang Zheng a thumbs up.
I have seen someone who is shameless, but this is the first time I have seen someone who is as shameless as him.
Chen Feng gently curled his lips, ignored it, and walked straight to the buffet table.