"Thousands of troops march north, thousands of red candles shed tears."
"How long will the wedding date be postponed? Look in the mirror and adjust your red makeup."
"Infatuated, don't think about it. I have Alang as my teacher."
"The red gauze curtain is raised again, and the bride's old clothes are restored."
After carrying his daughter and sitting down on the sofa, Chen Mo took out his computer, logged into the online literature platform, and found the five-character poem "Chu Ge" posted under the Luoluo account of Listening to Stories.
The title was marked - promoted work.
In the comments below, many people initially praised this five-character poem. One of the netizens with the ID name Yuluo Qiankun even gave a simple appreciation of the poem:
[This five-character poem is very sad! It is conceivable that the girl had just left the palace, and on her wedding night, her husband was recruited into the army and marched north with thousands of troops. The girl was left alone in the empty room. Her tears were like red candles on the table. She had shed all her tears. She was arranging her increasingly messy makeup in front of the bronze mirror. She didn't know when her Alang would come back to spend the wedding with her. 】
[Perhaps the girl's thoughts were conveyed to Alang's heart. The war to the north was over. The victorious army returned, and Alang was among them. In that new room, new red candles were lit again. Although the girl was a bride, her wedding dress had turned into old clothes. 】
However, someone soon revealed the true identity of Luo Luo who had listened to the story, and the trend suddenly reversed.
As a result, some people who claimed to be the cultural figures of traditional poetry and poetry began to judge Shen Xingluo unscrupulously. They were a little flattering towards Shen Xingluo, but they did not take it too seriously. After all, he was only a child less than five years old.
But towards Chen Mo, these people were not so polite:
[Such a mouth-watering poem can actually pass the audition. No wonder I don’t dare to stand up on my own. I even push my daughter in front to block the wind. It’s really embarrassing for a man. 】
【well! I feel so unworthy for this girl that she has such a father. 】
【Who says it’s not? People who use their daughters to make money in the online novel circle are simply scum. 】
[I think this poem is pretty good, and the official has agreed to let dad participate as a behind-the-scenes person. Why do you want to compete with them? It's really hard to worry about eating carrots. 】
[Is the person upstairs a fan of the author? Then can I also invite someone to participate as a behind-the-scenes person? 】
[Of course, you can, but the premise is that you have to be a little kid under eight years old; then you have achieved certain achievements in a certain area; and finally you have to call the invited behind-the-scenes person dad or mom. 】
[Hahaha~~~Even so, the people behind the scenes can’t be invited just by asking. 】
[I wonder if everyone’s focus is wrong. The quality of this poem is average, and no matter how you look at it, it is not qualified to pass the audition. 】
[Upstairs, from what you said, it sounds like you are very powerful. I wonder if you are participating? If you participated, did you pass? If you don't pass, don't blabber here. If you pass, you can show off what you wrote. 】
[Of course I passed. Since you want to see it so much, I will let you see what poetry is. 】
【……】
However, after this person posted the poem he wrote, within ten minutes, he was mercilessly scolded by a netizen.
Although the poem he sent passed the audition, it was quickly pointed out that it was not original at all.
Later, some netizens posted another poem with the same title. The structure of the two poems was exactly the same, but some words were changed in the previous poem, and the meaning of the poem also changed.
The reason why netizens identified it as not being original is because the author of the poem posted later is an old professor at the Cultural College of Yancheng University, and is also the vice president of the Yancheng Poetry Association.
Seeing these comments, the corner of Chen Mo's mouth twitched: How the hell does a plagiarist have the nerve to judge the poem he spent days and nights writing?
He absolutely couldn't bear this and immediately posted a comment:
[Hello everyone, I am the father of Luoluo who is listening to the story. After reading so many comments from everyone, I can accept it whether you are praising it or criticizing it. But how could a plagiarism dog have the nerve to judge the poem I wrote? I think this person must have a special relationship with the old professor. Otherwise, how could he dare to plagiarize so confidently? 】
The comment area, which had gradually cooled down, became lively again, and the debate started again, but this time everyone's goals changed, and they all pointed their fingers at the person just now.
It didn't take long for his identity to be inseparable.
No matter how he refuted it, it was of no use, because among the netizens there happened to be the grandson of the old professor, which was equivalent to the personal identification of the person involved.
Moreover, Chen Mo would also say something from time to time, which had the effect of fanning the flames.
"How is it? Isn't dad very powerful? A few words turned everyone's attention!" Chen Mo put the computer on the coffee table and pinched his daughter's face with a smile.
The latter chuckled: "Well, dad is great, but why does Luoluo think he is full of tea skills as everyone said?"
"You are full of tea skills. Don't let your children learn bad things. Dad is acting in legitimate defense and reasonably diverting strategic targets. This is how he is a senior strategic sniper!"
"Oh, dad is a strategic sniper, and Luoluo is a strategic observer. Let's fight the bad guys together!"
The father and daughter were laughing happily in the living room. However, at this moment, in a dormitory of the Cultural College of Yancheng University, a man who looked to be in his early twenties suddenly slammed the mouse on the desk.
"Damn Tong Ziqiang, you bastard. He won't participate in the Poetry Culture Festival, so why are you here to gain a sense of presence?!"
However, no one heard his angry curse, and of course he did not dare to curse in front of his face, because Tong Ziqiang was the grandson of his teacher Tong Mingyuan.
After venting, he shifted his target to Luoluo who was listening to the story.
This time, he didn't care whether the other party was just a little girl under five years old. He scolded her no matter how ugly or disgusting she was.
However, he didn't know that on the other end of the network connection, there was a man with blazing anger in his eyes.
Anger and coldness coexisted in Chen Mo's eyes. He really didn't expect that this plagiarist would be so narrow-minded and would vent his anger on a little girl.
The next moment, his hands were tapping on the computer keyboard.
For an IPD address that cannot be hidden, he can still find it with his current ability. Not only can he find the location of the other party, but also the identity information of the other party.
"Haha, you are a junior at Wenhua College of Yancheng University, oh? You are actually the proud student of old Professor Tong Mingyuan?"
After finding the information he wanted, Chen Mo handed the computer to his daughter: "Luoluo, now daddy authorizes you to hack the bad guy's IP so that he can never speak on it."
"Okay, Dad, watch out. The super smart and invincible cutie will take action and shut him up forever!"
While his daughter Shen Xingluo was taking action, Chen Mo was not idle either. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message using his certified V-Bo account: Yancheng University Cultural College @ Mr. Tong Mingyuan, your student Zhao Guangming Not only did he plagiarize your poetry works to participate in the Poetry Culture Festival, but he also insulted a little girl and hoped that you would give him a beating. If you turn a blind eye, I will personally take action when the time comes. To be a scholar first, be a human being. How can a person who doesn't even know how to be a human being be a good scholar?
(To be continued!)
