The format of the competition completely copied a very famous ancient poetry competition in later generations. Su Jian still vividly remembered that competition.
She envied the contestants who stood under the spotlight and talked eloquently. They were full of poetry and calligraphy. After her rebirth, she tried her best to arm her brain with knowledge, so she could stand out and stand in her current position.
Jin Xiaohui stared at her fiercely.
"Su Jian, are you trying to trick me on purpose?"
What does it mean to play tricks on her? It’s because she doesn’t have enough knowledge, so who can she blame?
"Jin Xiaohui, if you are still not convinced, I will ask another question and if you can answer it correctly, I will let you continue the competition."
"No, you're just trying to make things difficult for me. I'll let Zhongli go out."
Su Jian made it clear that he was against her. Zhongli was a boy. He would definitely not deliberately embarrass her like Su Jian did.
If he deliberately makes things difficult, that would be too ungentlemanly. Let’s see how he shows off in front of his juniors in the future.
Zhong Li gave her a cold look, and that look made Jin Xiaohui shrink back in fright.
Oh my god, why are Zhongli's eyes so scary? It seems like he wants to eat her.
"It's not like the spring scenery, but it's better than the spring scenery. What show are you praising?" Zhongli suddenly said.
What?
What is "not like spring, but better than spring?"
She seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere, but when she was frightened by Zhongli's eyes, her mind went blank.
Jin Xiaohui anxiously asked for help from the contestants on the stage. Everyone was not a fool. Who would help her at this critical moment?
Even the director of education, the director of the TV station, and even the principal, director, and teachers of a high school are fawning over people. Only a fool openly provokes their faces on this occasion.
"I, I have never heard of such a poem. It must be compiled by you yourself."
Zhongli sneered, "You praise me too much. Just say you don't know if you don't know. Why do you think others are making things difficult for you?"
"Of course I know, you, you, you can test me!"
In a hurry, she spoke out what was on her mind, and the audience burst into laughter. Jin's parents wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground and hide.
After that, I even told my relatives and friends in a big way that they would watch the TV program tonight, and my daughter was completely embarrassed.
"You're such a bastard, you're a good daughter who still talks hard even when you're about to die. You've taught her a good daughter." Jin's father couldn't help complaining to his wife.
"Whose roots are like who? Xiaohui has the same moral character as your mother. She can't distinguish between occasions and talks nonsense."
"Why are you still scolding my mother?"
The couple was bickering behind the scenes, while their daughter was sweating on the stage.
Who said this sentence? What day does it represent?
After the question was given, Zhong Li watched Jin Xiaohui being embarrassed. In order to lighten the atmosphere, Director Guo made a joke and asked Jiang Renjiu to announce the correct answer.
"Life is easy, but it is hard to grow old. Every year there is a Double Ninth Festival. Today is a Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.
The autumn wind is strong once a year, not like the spring scenery. It is better than the spring scenery, with frost covering the vast river and the sky."
"Human life is easy to age, but the sky is not old. The Double Ninth Festival will come every year. Today is the Double Ninth Festival again, and the chrysanthemums on the battlefield are so fragrant.
The autumn wind blows vigorously year after year, and the scenery is not as bright as the spring scenery. But it is more magnificent than the spring scenery, with the sky as vast as the universe covered with white frost."
After Jiang Renjiu explained, he couldn't help but admired, "The old man's poem was written in 1929, a troubled autumn. From the poem, we can see that it was autumn, the Double Ninth Festival."
The student didn't know that Jiang Renjiu glared at Jin Xiaohui fiercely.
This semester he was assigned to teach a liberal arts class. Jin Xiaohui asked her questions in get out of class and after class. He wanted to train her well, but her performance tonight was really unsatisfactory.