Although Du Ziteng's face was extremely relaxed, all the teachers and professors present were from Huaqing University.

Moreover, they know Du Ziteng very well.

They all know that Du Ziteng likes Huang Jiamin.

However, at this time, Huang Jiamin showed a sweet smile to Zhang Xingxing, but an expression of resentment towards Du Ziteng.

Suddenly, everyone had a rough guess of what was going on.

Huang Jiamin was just about to question Du Ziteng.

Tao Chenxuan, who was standing on the side, frowned and said, "Okay, since you're here, let's put aside personal grievances for the time being, adjust your state first, and prepare for the literary competition." ”

After Tao Chenxuan finished speaking, he didn't go to see Zhang Xingxing again.

Young, immature, and unstrong!

These three words flashed in Tao Chenxuan's mind.

Although he already knew Zhang Xingxing's age in advance, after seeing it with his own eyes, it still made Tao Chenxuan show a look of disappointment that could not be concealed.

He couldn't understand why Huang Jianbang, the president of Huaqing University, would strongly recommend such a person to him?

Doesn't Huang Jianbang know that this literary competition is very important?

Even if you want your relatives and friends to show off on TV, you should divide the occasion.

The representatives of Huaqing University, after hearing Tao Chenxuan's words, suddenly felt a pang in their hearts, hurriedly sat upright, slowly closed their eyes, and tried to adjust their state.

They also know very well that now is indeed not the time to think about these things.

The literary contest is even more important! This is related to the honor of the entire Huaqing University.

Zhang Xingxing shrugged his shoulders and sat straight on the last vacant seat.

......

At this time, the representative office of the Huaxia Writers Association.

"Oops, the first round of today's literary contest was originally scheduled to compose poems! Hurry up, hurry up and contact the host and relevant personnel, and change it!" A bald old man with reading glasses glanced at his mobile phone and said hurriedly.

"Why?" said the member of the Huaxia Writers Association next to him, puzzled.

Because, Zhang Xingxing, a young man whom Mr. Cui Mubai values very much, has become a teacher at Huaqing University. At the same time, he is also one of the representatives of Huaqing University this time, and it is very likely that he will be their killer feature. The old man replied.

"Mr. Cui Mubai's poems, you know, the people he values, you have to guard against them!"

"If we lose to Huaqing University, then the last place in this literary competition is likely to fall to our Huaxia Writers Association. The old man continued.

After hearing the old man's words, everyone in the Huaxia Writers Association frowned.

After half a sound, someone said: "I agree! It's not that I'm saying bad things about Cui Lao, after all, Cui Lao is just a mortal." When mortals judge the quality of a poem, they will inevitably add personal emotions to it......"

"When the time comes, it will definitely not be good news for our Huaxia Association. ”

"Yes! ”

"Although I have prepared a good poem for this literary competition, for the final honor and victory of our Huaxia Association, I ...... I also agree. A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses hesitated.

Although the man with gold wire glasses said it so nicely.

But in fact, he was just afraid of himself, he really couldn't compare to Cui Mubai's disciples, and if he really lost, he would lose face.

"Okay, since we all agree, then I'll arrange it, and in the first scene, we'll compare paintings!" said the old man with a smile.

"Don't worry, it's on me!" said an old man with crane hair, relaxed.

Who would have thought that what was supposed to be a passionate, fair and just literary competition, at this time, in order to win and "honor", it had already begun to be ugly behind the manipulation.

......

"Jingle bell!"

With a burst of crisp music, after the sound in the convention center.

The male host, who was wearing a black tuxedo, combed his hair very brightly, and holding a microphone, walked to the stage with a bright smile on his face.

There was a burst of extremely standard Chinese dialect.

"Distinguished guests, dear people in front of the TV, and friends from the audience, good evening! I am your friend, Zhang Kaifeng. ”

Then, there was a routine burst of chirping, minutes-long advertising slogans, and praise for the show.

After a long time, Zhang Kaifeng said: "Okay, don't talk much (the sitting fungus, you have been talking for a few minutes), and the rules of the competition will be introduced below." ”

"The literary competition is divided into three rounds. The content of each round of the competition will be randomly selected by our computer in nearly 100 literary and literary projects such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., for on-site competition. ”

"Then our judges will make professional comments on one or more of the works of each team. ”

In the end, the judges and the audience in front of the show voted on. In this round of the team, the highest number of votes for the work is the team's results in this round. ”

"Now, let me introduce the participating teams. ”

According to the audience, sitting at the No. 1 table on the far left are teachers and professors from Huaqing University. ”

"At table No. 2 in the middle, there are teachers and professors from Kyungyang University. ”

"Table No. 3 on the right is the members from the Huaxia Writers Association. ”

The lights showing off on the stage, in an instant, all fell on the people of the three teams.

"Please give them the warmest applause. ”

"Bang Bang!"

The audience did not skimp on their hands and applauded desperately.

"Look, that...... Is it Teacher Zhang Xingxing Zhang?" In the middle of the audience, a man named Ma Wei of the class of 2018 was full of fat and fat, and wondered.

"No, Mr. Zhang is a traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis...... Hey, it seems to be really Mr. Zhang!" said another man named Wang Hongmao, who wore black-rimmed glasses and was as thin as a tree trunk.

The two are fat and thin, sitting together, which is a stark contrast.

"This ...... What's going on?" Ma Wei wondered.

"I don't know...... You say, our teacher Zhang, will we be very good at literature?" Wang Hongmao said.

"How is it possible! Teacher Zhang's medical skills are so powerful, and his martial arts are also very strong, if the literature is awesome, it will be too demonic, right? I guess I just came to make up the numbers, go on TV, and have a good time. Ma Wei waved his hand.

"Yes...... However, let's cheer for Mr. Zhang!" Wang Hongmao said.

"That's a must!Teacher Zhang Xingxing, I love you!" Ma Wei shouted.

", why do you call me love you......" Wang Hongmao seemed to see the people around him, cast a strange gaze, and whispered.

"What are you afraid of, they don't know who I'm calling...... Teacher Zhang Xingxing, I love you!" Ma Wei shouted again, the fat on his face shook and shook, and he was very happy.

The people around him didn't know who his name was, but Zhang Xingxing, who was sitting on the stage, knew.

Zhang Xingxing saw Ma Wei and Wang Hongmao in the audience at a glance, and listening to the shouts in Ma Wei's mouth, he almost stumbled and fell from the chair to the ground.

At this time, the 100-inch four-sided high-definition large screen on the stage jumped.

In the end, the three big characters of "ink painting" appeared on the screen.

The first round of competition events is hereby decided!

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