Wei Guowen and Vice Chairman of the Writers Association were stunned when they heard the first half of the sentence.

Zheng Qing also clenched her hands suddenly, her heart was filled with turmoil, and her eyes were instantly fixed on Su Hao's face.

He... is actually... so talented!

Not just them, the entire venue was stunned into silence by Su Hao's poem.

Those who can come here are all with a certain level of education. They can hear how good Su Hao's poem is!

A short seven-character quatrain writes summer so vividly!

Of course, some people did not understand the subtlety of this poem.

Take Xu Yu for example, but he could only follow the crowd and keep silent.

"Bah bang bang!"

Zhang Yuan, who was sitting next to Su Hao, stood up uncontrollably and clapped.

The silence in the venue was broken, and there was thunderous applause!

"Okay! This poem is great!"

“A ‘cherish’, a ‘love’, a ‘dew’, and a ‘stand’, I seem to see vivid nature!”

"Good poem! What a good poem!"

Some people even couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly!

"Su Xiaoyou, I... I want to ask, how did you come up with this poem?"

Wei Guowen reacted, his face became excited, he stood up and asked with a trembling voice.

Although he writes modern poetry, it does not mean that he does not love ancient poetry.

On the contrary, he is a fan of ancient poetry, but every time he writes an ancient poem, he is not satisfied, so he does not publish it.

Hearing the song "Little Pond" today, he suddenly became excited.

Hearing Wei Guowen's question, everyone's eyes instantly turned to Su Hao, staring at him with bright eyes.

They also wanted to know what mood Su Hao was in when he wrote such a poem.

Su Hao was slightly startled.

What did he say?

Could it be that he said that he moved it according to Blue Star's poems?

After coughing twice, he touched the top of his head and said, "The Immortal caressed my top, and my hair will be tied and I will live forever."

Wei Guowen was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily.

"Okay! What an immortal caressing my head, and tying my hair for immortality! I admire you, little friend Su! I give this poem 97 points!"

Out of 100 points, Wei Guowen gave it 97 points!

The Vice Chairman of the Writers Association looked at Su Hao with admiration in his eyes, took the microphone and said, "I agree!"

The literature professor of Zhehai University also nodded frequently: "In my opinion, this poem can already be included in the teaching materials, and I agree."

When they arrived at Zheng Qing, Zheng Yuanwu poked her with his arm.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and said, "I... agree."

In the end, Su Hao's poem received a high score of 97 points.

There was another uproar at the scene!

"97 points, this is a high score that has never been achieved in the past years!"

"It seems that Su Hao is different from the rumors. He is indeed talented and knowledgeable!"

"It seems that this year's number one has been announced."

The host was also a little excited. He picked up the microphone and said, "Congratulations, Brother Su. Is there anything else you want to discuss with everyone here?"

Su Hao turned to look at Xu Yu.

Meeting Su Hao's eyes, Xu Yu shrank back subconsciously.

A sneer appeared on Su Hao's lips: "There is nothing to discuss, but I have to thank Director Xu for giving me a chance to express myself.

But I also hope that Director Xu will learn more cultural knowledge in the future, so that the poems he writes will have more artistic conception instead of just a pile of rhetoric."

After saying that, Su Hao smiled lightly and sat back down.

If Su Hao said this on other occasions, people might still feel offended by Xu Yu.

However, since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other. Everyone here felt that literati needed some arrogance, but they appreciated Su Hao even more.

What's more, Su Hao's assessment is correct. Xu Yu's poem is indeed filled with rhetoric.

Many people even applauded.

Xu Yu's face had turned the color of pig liver.

His original intention was to embarrass Su Hao.

But now it's Su Hao who shines, and he becomes the embarrassed one.

"Brother Su, I was disrespectful just now!"

After Su Hao sat down, Zhang Yuan next to him hurriedly apologized to him, with shame on his face.

"It's okay, it's okay." Su Hao waved his hands quickly, "I don't take it to heart."

Zhang Yuan raised his head with a look of gratitude on his face: "Brother Su's mind is really different from others. I will need to ask you for advice more in the future."

"No matter where, I want to learn more from you." Su Hao's face almost froze with laughter.

At first he thought it was interesting to learn how these literati spoke, but now he just felt a little numb.

He really can't get used to being polite.

Li Yan picked up the water and handed it to Su Hao: "As expected, you are also very talented in writing poetry."

Su Hao took a sip of water and said jokingly: "Are you still a good fortune teller?"

"Do you need to count? The lyrics you write are different from those written by ordinary people, which is enough to prove your literary talent." Li Yan showed a confident smile on her lips.

"You're awesome!" Su Hao put down the water bottle and gave Li Yan a thumbs up.

The poetry will continue.

The first round of competition has ended.

In the end, Su Hao won the first place in the poetry competition with a high overall score of 97 points.

"Click, click..."

Suddenly, the reporters all focused their cameras on Su Hao's position.

Li Yan pushed Su Hao: "I'm going to receive the award."

Zhang Yuan on the side also smiled and stood up to make way.

Su Hao squeezed past the reporters and walked towards the stage.

The awarding guest was Zheng Qing.

Looking at the tall figure walking towards her, Zheng Qing's heart suddenly felt a little rippled.

Before, she felt that Su Hao was just an empty shell, but now, the appearance and the inside coexist, and the girl's heart suddenly overflows.

It seems that grandpa also has a good taste...

Su Hao didn't pay attention to Zheng Qing and walked quickly to the stage.

He only had one thought in his mind at the moment.

Thirty thousand yuan is right in front of you!

After taking the stage, Zheng Qing handed the gifts, a pen and a notebook into Su Hao's hands, and said with a smile: "Congratulations."

Su Hao nodded: "Thank you."

In an instant, the audience burst into applause.

The host came on stage, praised Su Hao a few words, and then asked him to leave.

Su Hao looked at the notebook and pen in his hand in confusion.

Where's the promised 30,000 yuan?

However, he was too embarrassed to stand on the stage and ask the host.

There were so many people in the audience, and he felt ashamed.

After stepping down, Su Hao hurriedly returned to his seat: "Li Yan, why weren't the bonuses given out?"

Li Yan was speechless. Compared with the honor of being the leader of the Poetry Club, Su Hao paid more attention to the bonus.

"A staff member will ask for your card number in a moment and will call you later."
To be continued...