The system invites me to be a teacher

Seeing the number of people who followed the question, Confucius and Mencius suddenly understood why Long Aotian would be the first to rush up.

Because it is a knockout, the team that scores first in the first link will definitely become a target.

If you grab the question yourself, you might be targeted by other teams.

Even if it is not targeted, there will not be too many teams willing to follow to write poetry.

This will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of promotion.

What Confucius did not expect was that such a problem that caused him so much headache, Long Aotian only took the stage once, and it solved it perfectly.

It is worthy of being the student with the most ghost ideas in Class 1 of Zhiyuan Senior Two.

Zhang Yue smiled and said: "In this case, let's look at the specific content of this first poem title.

Poem title-home, please make a poem related to home."

What?That's it?

After reading the question, the faces of the contestants who just chose to follow the question were all excited, while those who didn't follow the question were all sad.

For nothing else, this question is really too simple.

When describing poems about family, you don’t practice too much, okay?

Just copy a song and get a high score is the least bit of a problem.

According to the regulations, this competition requires the contestants to compose poems on site, but it is not absolute.

As long as your poems have not been published publicly, they can be used.

In fact, this kind of composition-related competition can be played like this.

It's a pity that most of the questions are artificially designed to prevent this from happening, and they usually choose some more biased questions to eliminate.

It's just that these people have forgotten that such a poem title with a wide range of meanings is easy to copy by themselves, and others will only copy it better.

When Zhang Yueyi started shouting, everyone was busy with the tablet.

Because almost none of them created on-site by themselves, soon, all the contestants entered the poems and clicked OK.

"Brother Yang's poems are really awesome. It deserves to be the number one in last year's poetry contest. It's 666!"

Long Aotian was the fastest, almost before and after his feet, he became idle, and then gave a thumbs up to Yang Ziwen, who was also finished next to him.

That's right, among the 18 teams selected this time, Han Qingyun belongs to the team.

After being hit by Confucius and Mencius’ membership in the Ancient Prose Union Association, Han Qingyun was a depression at the time.

Later, Li Yifu hurriedly left, and he and Confucius and Mencius returned to the Art Auditorium, also depressed for a while.

But Han Qingyun deserves to be the top teacher of Siwei Middle School, and soon recovered his fighting spirit:

What about becoming a member of [Ancient Chinese Association]?Today I will beat you on this stage and let you know who is the best teacher.

Hearing Long Aotian's praise, Yang Ziwen couldn't help asking: "Did you see the poem I wrote?"

Long Aotian nodded naturally, showing a "what do you think?" expression.

Then he clasped his fists like an ancient knight and said: "Your poem is awesome. I dare say it is definitely the best work in the sky and the earth, ancient and modern at home and abroad, there is no one."

Unexpectedly, after he had said this, Yang Ziwen not only did not show the slightest excitement, but bowed his head in shame.

It is not that Yang Ziwen is humble and low-key, but that this poem he wrote is not his own work, but is from Han Qingyun.

Regarding the narrative of home, Yang Ziwen himself wrote several poems. Although they are good, none of them can be compared with Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun's poem was written by accident recently. Not many people know it, and it fully meets the requirements of the poetry contest.

In fact, with Yang Ziwen's pride, under normal circumstances, he would not do this.

But in the last link, Long Aotian's routines were too cruel, Yang Xueba couldn't see anything on the surface, but he had long wanted to make a difference with this guy.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that Long Aotian was playing in this round, he immediately rushed out, even playing a little trick in order to win.

Now he really won, but Yang Ziwen did not have the sense of accomplishment he imagined.

His voice became like a worm: "This poem was written by me before, and it has been polished many times to reach the current level. If I were to write poems on site, the quality would definitely be much worse."

Because he didn't dare to tell the truth, Yang Ziwen could only find such an excuse to comfort himself.

Who knows Long Aotian said: "Brother Yang's words are wrong. As the saying goes, regardless of black cats and white cats, those who catch mice are good cats.

So I think that no matter when you wrote this poem, or whether you wrote it yourself or not, as long as you can win, it is a good poem."

"This...I..." After hearing the other party's last sentence, Yang Ziwen thought that Long Aotian had seen through the truth of his copying of poems, and his shy face turned white instantly...

At this time, Zhang Yue stood on the rotating stage again, and he smiled: "Okay, time is up.

Contestants who participated in writing poems can now check their scores through the red button."

Bang bang bang...

After hearing Zhang Yue's words, 18 players pressed the buttons at the same time.

There was no surprise, everyone was happy, except for Long Aotian.

Zhang Yue smiled and said: "It seems that everyone's grades are good, Long, it is estimated that even if you win this question, it is difficult to get too high a score."

Long Aotian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Teacher Zhang, I just hope that our team's basic points will not burn out because I have been deducted as a negative number. Then I dare to hope to win.

Zhang Yue was taken aback for a moment: "Does Student Long have so little confidence in himself?"

Long Aotian said: "It's not that I have no confidence, but that I have said before, you [Poetry Scorer]...it is not allowed!"

"Uh……"

Zhang Yue was choked and speechless.

Just now about this matter, Long Aotian and McCarthy almost quarreled, and Ju Yiqing was tossed to the ground.

Zhang Yue was still glad that he was not on stage at the time, but he didn't expect it would be his turn so soon.

"Ahem...I will announce first, the highest score in poetry evaluation among all the teams that compose poems with 1345!"

With a soft cough, the host Zhang chose the same as Ju Yiqing and directly ignored Long Aotian:

"He is... classmate Yang Ziwen, with a score of 8.9. Congratulations to Yang Ziwen and also congratulations to the Siwei Middle School Teacher Han team!"

Bang bang bang...

Applause rang, everyone looked at this Yang Xueba with admiration.

How about they were the champions of last year's poetry contest, and they would be the first with any shot. This is truly talented and superb!

After everyone calmed down, Zhang Yue began to recite the scores of other players.

8.3, 8.1, 8.0, 8.0...

Unexpectedly, among the remaining 17 people, except for one with a score of 6.7, there is no one with a score lower than 7. No wonder these players are so happy.

After Zhang Yue finished reading one by one, he pointed to the big screen behind him and said: "Next, the big screen will show the poems of these 17 contestants. Everyone present can appreciate the evaluation and then judge the accuracy of the [Poetry Scorer]. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of words appeared on the big screen, and the first poem in the upper left corner was Yang Ziwen's poem.

"Home-My Concern"

"Home is a harbor,

Is a paradise where every soul inhabits,

...

Some say

Home is a culture

Some say

Home is a wonderful time

..."

The sixteen lines are eloquent, and the word "home" is displayed vividly and vividly in simple and timeless language. No wonder it gets a high score of 8.9.

Only the four of Han Qingyun's team were startled, but after a brief silence, no one said anything.

"Okay, the scores are announced, and the poems are also read. I think everyone is already very clear in their hearts. I will announce the results of the contestant Long Aotian."

After hearing Han Qingyun's words, the other players calmed down.

Rao is that they are sure they can win, but how much they will win is still unknown.

Just now Long Aotian's "Su Muzhe" was 5.9, and I wonder if it will be higher this time.

Some people have even begun to calculate, if you press 5.9, your team will have to write a few poems to advance to the top ten.

Zhang Yue said: "Long Aotian's "Lone Step by the River Seeking Flowers" scored, uh...9.5!"