(The second update is here! Come and have some tickets or something?)

The lights are sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Wanyue are still competing, adding a bit of inexplicable fighting spirit to the stage. The sound of the guzheng and the pipa are surprisingly very consistent and matched.

For some reason, Liu Feifei compared Chu Qing with Ouyang Hua.

Ouyang Hua has always been talented, always arrogant and romantic. He has always been the focus of everyone's attention when he was studying, and has always been an awesome person!

But Chu Qing was not like this. When he was studying, Chu Qing was always unknown. If he hadn't suddenly entered the entertainment industry, even others would not have noticed this person's talent!

Yes, talent!

However, now his talent suddenly explodes.

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the cold...

Liu Feifei suddenly muttered these two lines of poetry softly, staring at Chu Qing on the stage with beautiful eyes.

Chu Qing is so charming, so conspicuous and dazzling.

"I know it's not snow... because there is a faint fragrance..."

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the scene when Ouyang Hua was chanting poetry.

It seems that it can be copied!

Wait, is the word plagiarism a little too serious?

I am imitating, and I am learning from it!

Then, Chu Qing began to learn from Ouyang Hua's actions.

While reciting these last two sentences, Ouyang Hua suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Damn!

Ouyang Hua wants to curse her!

Isn’t this the action I did when I recite poetry?

You, imitate my actions?

He looked around and found that the people around him had no other eyes. The people around him, including the elderly on the stage, had a hint of emotion and admiration in their eyes...

Moreover, for some reason, Ouyang Hua felt a sense of irony.

I know it's not snow...

What is snow?

White, pure and flawless...

Ouyang Hua's previous poems always brought snow to set off a person's spotlessness.

However, Chu Qing's two sentences were very straightforward, this is not snow.

No matter how handsome, good, elegant, and excellent you are, I am not you.

Because you can't emit a floating fragrance. No matter how beautiful the snow looks, it doesn't have any fragrance. No matter how handsome or elegant you are, you are just an embroidered pillow!

When he heard this, Ouyang Hua suddenly wanted to curse himself!

Dry!

You are so fucking, learning my actions and sarcasticating me so much, are you interesting? I don’t agree!

Dry!

He copied me!

He copied my actions

Don't you see that he is so shameless?

However, when Ouyang Hua looked at everyone below, he found that none of these people had reacted!

After Chu Qing finished reciting the poem, the audience burst into applause instantly. Off the audience, several young ladies were chanting Chu Qing's poems.

This poem is not difficult to understand, it is even very ordinary and simple.

However, the meaning here is very profound...

Moreover, although Chu Qing's actions in reciting poems are quite similar to Ouyang Hua, his temperament is completely different.

call!

After Chu Qing finished reciting the poem, he bowed and hurriedly walked off the stage...

Behind him, Jiang Xiaoyu and Wanyue looked at each other, and both of them were unwilling to admit defeat!

The two of them have no similar rhythms, and they are quite compatible with this poem!

After the three of them stepped down, everyone's eyes and expressions were different...

envy?

envious?

admire?

There are all kinds of eyes.

Of course, Chu Qing didn't care about this, because another person was about to take the stage next, and these people looked at others again

Well, what is this?

Just as Chu Qing sat down, he suddenly saw a few large cut watermelons on his table!

Red, so succulent!

His eyes lit up.

watermelon?

I happened to be thirsty.

So, Chu Qing looked at no one paying attention to him, so he started to chew the watermelon with no grace...

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Damn, isn’t it good for you to come with watermelon early?

Fuck! I've been thirsty for so long.

"..." Liu Feifei happened to see Chu Qing and felt complicated.

Can you pay attention to your image?

"..." Jiang Xiaoyu was speechless.

Brother Qing, can we be more elegant? You are a talented man at least!

"..." Wanyue smiled at Chu Qing, very satisfied.

Qingzi eats watermelon so handsomely and uniquely!

I like this sense of reality very much.

Qingzi, I want to give birth to a monkey for you...

The next time is the other talented people.

Talented men went on stage to recite poems with arrogant expressions.

However, perhaps because Chu Qing's operation was so stingy, the poems recited by the talented man who came to the stage always made people feel that it was not right...

At least it tastes very wrong.

Once a person's aesthetic is improved, if you continue to appreciate something a little bit, you will feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Well, the old men feel that the more I hear it, the less I feel.

After about twenty minutes, the end of the third game finally came out.

"Chu Qing, twenty! Ouyang Hua, fifteen points, Xu Haoran, ten... Murong He, five points..."

Old Man Liu came on stage and read the score.

Twenty or fifteen points?

Is the gap so big?

Damn it!

Ouyang Hua was stunned!

Five points?

Is there a five-point gap?

Xu Haoran was also stunned.
To be continued...