Standing on the stage.

The expression on Wu Zhiqi's face looked very calm.

But he also knew in his heart that he needed to see himself next.

He glanced at the assistant beside him, that is the young man.

The young man quickly came back to his senses and hurried to the electronic writing board.

As an assistant, all he needed to do was when Wu Zhiqi read out the poem.

He wrote the corresponding words on it.

Finally, these words will appear on the big screen on the stage through the power of technology for everyone to appreciate.

So to be an assistant, you must first write very well.

The assistant is ready at this moment.

Wu Zhiqi looked at everyone and said slowly: "Hello everyone, I am Wu Zhiqi and a professor in the Chinese Department of Longdu University.

Today is our Mid-Autumn Festival.

Therefore, I also prepared a poem for everyone during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Please listen next!"

After the words fell, there were waves of applause from the scene.

Qingshui Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Wu Zhiqi.

But I saw Wu Zhiqi walking back and forth on this stage.

The top of the Great Hall was open today, so when he looked up, he saw the full moon.

After walking back and forth for a while, he began to recite slowly.

"Mid-Autumn Moon": Wu Zhiqi."

As soon as I opened my mouth, many people felt that their ears were like they were pregnant.

This is a very pure broadcasting cavity.

It sounds very, very comfortable.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is bright and bright from Mid-Autumn Festival. I know how many of it is, and how long it is."

As Wu Zhiqi spoke, the assistant immediately took action and slowly began to record the poem.

When I heard this poem, many people's eyes lit up slightly.

"This seems to be the way of writing Yi Qin'e?"

"Remembering Qin'e, the tunes of the poems are mostly used tone and rhyme, with five sentences in the upper and lower stanzas, and the last three sentences in the second stanzas, with the same number of words. It seems that Professor Wu used a more conservative writing method this time, and I don't know if it can be done..."

They said silently.

"I like Qin'e's writing style? Haha, Qingshuijun, it seems that you should have won this time."

"Yes, I didn't expect him to use this way of writing."

Several cherry blossom people were also whispering.

And at this time...

Wu Zhiqi paused, and his face seemed to be hesitant.

Then he looked at the assistant and continued to recite: "Don't talk about the weather and waxing, and it's a good time in the world. I wish you a good time every year, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is common!"

After he finished reading, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a little surprised expression appeared on the faces of others.

"Is there a way to write a palindrome between Qin'e?"

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"Haha! I deserve to be Professor Wu, good!! Well written!"

"good!!"

At this moment, everyone on the Long Country team clapped and showed excited smiles on their faces.

"What a good poem..."

Su Jiayin couldn't help but say something.

"Yeah? This... is also acknowledged?"

Fang Ye was stunned.

In fact, this kind of poetry is really ordinary in his opinion.

"Isn't this good? Well, it's really a lot worse than yours, but it's really good."

Su Jiayin said seriously.

Fang Ye opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

OK, OK.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this system is so awesome, what has the cultural level of this world changed to?

It's really good intentions!

There was also applause in the Cherry Blossom Country and the South Country.

"I am worthy of being the champion of the previous session, and my level is indeed very high!"

"Yes, but Kiyomizu... should be no problem, right?"

Their eyes fell on Qingshui Jian.

Qingshui Jian opened his eyes, and a confident light flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "I will definitely win this game."

Hearing this, they laughed.

Next, other people also began to play with poetry.

Fang Ye listened, there was only a numb feeling.

"So far, Professor Wu's "Mid-Autumn Moon" is the best!"

"Yes, it seems that we have a lot of hope of winning!"

"Okay, okay, please don't be toxic! Don't forget that the genius from Sakura Kingdom has not yet appeared!"

"Genius? Tsk, he is only in his early twenties. He is just a genius? He must have been crushed!"

"It's hard to say, don't forget, the Guangdong Provincial Cultural Association is the end!"

"That's different. What kind of people are from the Guangdong Cultural Association? Even Fang Ye can be sent on. Even if they lose, they won't feel strange at all!"

...

In the live broadcast room, everyone slowly found a little hope.

Wu Zhiqi's song "Mid-Autumn Moon" gave them a lot of expectations.

After waiting for one poem after another to end.

Finally, it also fell to the Sakura Country.

"Qingmizu-kun, please give me!"

"Go!"

They looked at Qingshui Jian and said slowly.

Qingshui Jian slowly stood up and walked towards the stage.

The moment he walked onto the stage, bursts of shouts came from the stage.

"Qingmizu-kun! Daddy!"

"Come on! Shimizu-kun!"

The voice is very high.

"It seems that that guy still has a lot of fans." Fang Ye smiled and said.

He heard someone snorting next to him: "What's the use of having so many fans? We are comparing real talents and knowledge here!"

The man glanced at Fang Ye.

Fang Ye felt that he was hinting at himself.

But I didn't say anything, just a faint smile.

"I am Qingshui Jian. The culture of our Sakura Kingdom has been passed down from the Dragon Kingdom since ancient times. This is something that everyone knows!"

Qingshui Jian spoke, and his Chinese was very standard.

Fang Ye listened and said in his heart: It seems that the world after the magical modification is OK... At least many people are speaking Long Guo dialect.
To be continued...