The system invites me to be a teacher

Chapter 161 [Poetry Scorer] VS "Su Muzhe"

At this time, someone asked with doubts: "If the problem is grabbed first, the other teams will choose not to follow.

Or the lower-ranked team just abandons the title, what should I do?"

Everyone nodded their heads, because they would lose points if they didn't do a good poem. They might choose to stay on the line and wait for others to make a mistake.

Although this method is a bit limited, it is also a strategy.

It's just that if this is the case, the biggest possibility is to cause a cold field, resulting in the game not being fierce enough or even going on.

The organizer changed the way of the competition in order to increase the popularity of the competition.

If the game is forced to be suspended, let alone the heat, it may become a laughing stock.

Zhang Yue smiled when he heard the words, and said with confidence: "You don't have to worry about this at all. There is another rule [with a clear heart].

Before the start of the game, all teams have a base score of 60.

Starting from the start of the game, which team accumulates to 100 first will advance directly.

The elimination rate in this link is 10:1, which means that when 10 teams successfully complete the promotion, this link ends.

So sorry, the remaining 90 teams that failed to advance will leave the field with regret.

Also, if a team’s mentor grabs a question and no other team chooses to follow, the team will be promoted directly."

Everyone at the scene: "..."

Well, everyone finally understands, how can the organizers not think of loopholes that they can think of?

In the final analysis, in order to successfully advance in the competition, apart from a little strategy, the key is that you must have a good poetry level, otherwise it will be nothing.

At this time, someone asked: "Then I don't know how to ensure the fairness of poetry ratings?"

Hearing this question, everyone fell silent again.

Literary works like poetry are not like science test questions, where right is right and wrong is wrong.

Ask different people to judge the same poem, and the results may vary greatly.

If it's normal, let's forget it. If it is better or worse, everyone laughs and doesn't think so.

But now it's a competition, and it's still a top ten promotion that can affect your whole body.

Even if it is only a little bit wrong, it is possible to decide whether a team will stay.

Therefore, if you want to ensure the gold content of this competition, people have nothing to say. An absolutely fair scoring method is the top priority.

Zhang Yue did not speak this time, but waved.

Then a beautiful etiquette lady in cheongsam, carrying a sandalwood tray, walked onto the stage.

There is a white object in the center of the sandalwood tray, which looks a bit like a tablet computer, but is much thicker and has an irregular shape.

Ju Yiqing does not know when he will reappear: "I believe everyone has seen the things in the tray. Now I will introduce this product to you. It is called [Poetry Scorer], which is a high-tech item specially used to score poetry.

This item is equipped with a very special AI chip, which can not only judge the pros and cons according to the rhythm of the poem itself, but also recognize the artistic conception of the poem with high sensitivity, and then score it.

As for the effect... let's hear what we hear and see what we see."

With that said, Ju Yiqing opened the [Poetry Scorer] and began to input poems.

Watching her operate, Confucius and Mencius in the audience was in a daze, because Ju Yiqing actually recorded his song "Shang Li Yong."

"The Dapeng rises in the same wind in one day and soars for ninety thousand miles. If the wind stops, it will still be able to shake the water..."

Sure enough, while typing, Ju Yiqing introduced: "This is the work of a very promising member of [Ancient Chinese Association]. It has been praised by President Li and praised it as a peerless poem.

Now let’s see the score of this poem..."

Press the confirm button, and almost in the next second, the [Poetry Scorer] will display a score: 9.2!

Ju Yiqing explained: "Although the scoring range of [Poetry Scorer] is only 0~10, its coverage is very wide. Anything that can get a score of 6 or more indicates that the quality of the poems entered is good.

A score of 8 or more is a rare good poem. Once it exceeds 9, it has the qualifications to survive the ages.

I don't know which player is willing to come up and try it himself?"

After Ju Yiqing finished speaking, four or five people immediately raised their hands, including Long Aotian.

"Everyone just come up directly!"

So before Confucius and Mencius reacted, Long Aotian rushed to the stage with a rush, and then grabbed the first place with lightning speed.

Looking at this low-spirited guy, Ju Yiqing smiled and passed the [Poetry Scorer] and told him how to use it.

Poetry ScorerIt is very easy to use, just input the poem and click confirm.

Long Aotian took it and started typing.

Confucius and Mencius in the audience could see the corners of his mouth twitching, because Long Aotian typed a poem with the name "Su Muzhe"!

Always infatuated, ever drunk

Listen to the incense on the water pavilion

Drama drinking a thousand cups of men

In the apricot forest

Because of the past, the meaning of today

Hu Han's enmity, heroic tears must be poured out

Although thousands of people are coming

Quietly stand the Yanmen, there are no more words

That's right, this song "Su Muzhe" comes from "The Eight Parts of Tianlong", which is exactly the catalog of Tianlong.

Confucius and Mencius lent the original Tianlong from the system to Long Aotian for reading, and naturally it also carried the catalog word.

Confucius and Mencius thought that Long Aotian would look at the story, but he didn't expect him to memorize these words.

After inputting, click to confirm, [Poetry Scorer] shows 5.9 points.

Ju Yiqing smiled and said, "This classmate, you should have made this poem by yourself. It has a score of 5.9, which is almost a pass. It is still okay..."

As she was talking, Long Aotian's face turned black immediately: "You have a problem with the [Poetry Scorer]."

Ju Yiqing: "???"

Long Aotian shouted: "This "Su Muzhe" from Tianlong is the most classic of all the poems I have read, and there is no one.

You say 9.9 is too small, but only 5.9... funny???"

Seeing Long Aotian's inexplicable anger, Ju Yiqing was a little surprised.

But soon she returned to normal: "This classmate, I know you must like your work very much, but if you like it, we still have to respect reality.

Although the rhythm of this song "Su Muzhe" is okay, but the content of the foreword does not follow the words, it is good to have 5.9 points.

Otherwise, you first take your work back, think about it, and then carefully revise it, I believe its quality will be greatly improved..."

When Confucius and Mencius saw Long Aotian put out "Su Muzhe", he secretly said that it was not good.

Mr. Jin’s poem was written corresponding to the content of the story in Tianlong, and its catalogue function is far greater than the poem itself.

People who have read Tianlong will regard it as a classic, and even like ancient words, but if they have not read it, they will definitely be in the mist.

He was about to let Long Aotian come down. Who knew that this guy suddenly looked like a stabbed cat after hearing what Ju Yiqing said:

"Nonsense, do you think I don't understand words? The most classic of this first word is the meaning of the word itself.

'Always infatuated, I've been drunk since then' refers to Duan Yu's infatuation,'The drama of drinking a thousand cups of men's affairs' "Thousands of people are going to go" is about Qiao Feng's heroism and heroism. ?"

Then he pointed to the [Poetry Scorer] and said angrily: "This thing is just rubbish. If you don't understand anything, you can say it is high-tech."

After I finished speaking, I seemed to be puzzled: "Not only is it rubbish, the people who invented it are rubbish!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are all the students from Huaguo so uneducated?" A tall white man walked out of the backstage, looking at Long Aotian with a bad look.