"Now, the annual poetry conference officially begins!"
Hearing the host's voice and applause from the front, Yang Lan panicked even more. She looked at the time and realized that it was already nine o'clock, but the paper in front of her was still blank.
"Xiaolan, the poetry conference has begun..."
Several roommates also knew that Yang Lan still hadn't written anything. They were all at a loss and didn't know how to help Yang Lan now.
"Take this first!"
Just when the girls were at a loss what to do, Tian Yuan thrust a piece of paper into Yang Lan's hands.
Several people raised their heads and stared at Tianyuan, as if they didn't understand what was going on now.
Tian Yuan had no choice but to wave his hands and said helplessly.
"I wrote this myself. Let's hold it up and hold it up. There is no other way now!"
At this moment, it is imminent before Yang Lan takes office.
After two more people, it's time for Yang Lan to take the stage.
Yang Lan held the pastoral "work" in her hands, but she still lacked confidence in her heart.
"You guys are really the best bad friends!"
Yang Lan was a little angry. Although she didn't really resent her roommates, Yang Lan was still a little unhappy.
Originally, Yang Lan had no intention of participating in this kind of activity. At first, several roommates proposed that she should participate in this poetry conference, but Yang Lan already refused. However, in the end, it ended up like this.
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Several roommates also looked at each other in confusion. After all, they were the ones who signed up Yang Lan to participate in the poetry conference, and they were the ones who signed up for Yang Lan to participate in the poetry conference, and this was without Yang Lan's knowledge...
If it weren't for a few roommates, I guess the person standing here now wouldn't be Yang Lan.
Yang Lan complained to Yang Bei in her heart that she failed at the critical moment.
Originally, Yang Lan thought that after Yang Bei agreed to her request, the matter would be absolutely foolproof. Unexpectedly, now that he was about to take the stage, Yang Bei seemed to have disappeared from the world.
If Tianyuan hadn't written a poem in time to top it off, Yang Lan wouldn't know what she should do now...
Yang Lan sighed and accepted the current situation.
Now Yang Lan only hopes that this poem will not put the class at the bottom. After all, this is a competition that the whole school class will participate in. If he is at the bottom, not only himself, but also the class will become the laughing stock of everyone.
Just when Yang Lan was about to take the stage with the poem written by Tian Yuan, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Yang Lan quickly took out his mobile phone as if grasping a life-saving straw.
After seeing that the person who sent the message was Yang Bei, Yang Lan almost jumped up with joy.
"The crew has some matters that have just been dealt with. I will send you the poem now."
Immediately afterwards, Yang Bei sent a document, and the name of the document was "Beautiful Campus".
The moment she saw the title, Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the poems written by Yang Bei were very consistent with her current situation. The theme of this poetry conference was to highlight the beauty of youth campus.
"Let us welcome the next contestant to the stage with a round of applause!"
The host had already read Yang Lan's name, and everyone in the audience began to applaud. Everyone present also turned their attention to Yang Lan, who was at a loss for a moment.
However, there was no time to put the poems on the phone onto paper again. In desperation, Yang Lan had no choice but to take the phone and go on stage.
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"Xiaolan, you have to work hard, I believe you can recite this poem to express your feelings, and represent your class to get a good place in this poetry competition!"
As Yang Lan walked onto the stage with her mobile phone, another new message from Yang Bei was sent over.
Seeing the encouraging message from Yang Bei, Yang Lan really relieved a lot of tension.
Tian Yuan felt a little relieved the moment he saw Yang Lan walking on stage.
From the beginning when he was anxious and restless, Tian Yuan has now figured it out. Anyway, this kind of competition is all about participation. Even if you don't get any ranking in the end, as long as you participate and work hard, it will be considered a success.
After Yang Lan came on stage, the roommates held their breath nervously. They were also nervous for Yang Lan. After all, most of Yang Lan's participation in the poetry conference was caused by them, so they didn't want to let her go.
Yang Lan is embarrassed in front of so many people.
Yang Lan came on stage, and the students in the audience started talking about it when they saw that Yang Lan didn't even have a manuscript.
"There's not even a manuscript for this..."
When the students in the audience saw Yang Lan, they immediately turned around and started discussing with the people around them.
"Yes, from the first glance, you can tell that they were temporarily arrested to fill up the number. It seems that their class is planning to give up, right?"
"But this is too exaggerated. I feel that their class will definitely be at the bottom this time..."
"Perhaps we really can't find anyone in a class who can participate in the poetry conference. This is also a matter of ability."
"..."
For a moment, the voices in the audience overshadowed the voices of Yang Lan and the host.
It's not like Yang Lan's roommates didn't hear what everyone said. They were also very angry. However, they didn't know how to refute each other, so they could only swallow their anger and listen to what others were talking about.
Yang Lan stood in the center of the stage, watching everyone whispering in the audience, and she didn't know how she should speak.
Tian Yuan stood in the audience. She just wanted to encourage Yang Lan to speak. Even if Yang Lan couldn't win glory for the class in this poetry conference, at least she would lose beautifully.
If you don't even try, then you have truly failed.
Several people in the audience stared at Yang Lan and discussed in low voices. After all, several contestants had already recited, and everyone's level was also uneven. It was obvious at a glance that several of them were temporarily brought in to fill the number.
However, this is the first person like Yang Lan who dares to go on stage with only a mobile phone.
When the judges in the commentary box saw Yang Lan, they all shook their heads silently. Just by looking at Yang Lan's posture, they knew that this was another fake one.
The judges were already a little impatient. They originally thought that everyone would take this poetry competition very seriously, but they didn’t expect that many people would really take it seriously. Many people were cramming before going on stage, and they also supported it after taking the stage.
Hemming and hawing.
Seeing Yang Lan's appearance, several judges didn't want to speak.
For a while, the scene was a little chaotic.
At the end, the host cleared his throat, which made the noisy scene a lot quieter.
"Let us welcome classmate Yang Lan to bring you an original poetry recitation - "Beautiful Campus". Please give us a round of applause and encouragement!"
Everyone was quite supportive and applauded in unison.
Yang Lan watched the audience in the audience applauding her. She took a deep breath and took the microphone handed to her by the host.