Although, even the president could see that Zhang Huan's words could no longer be perfunctory.
And the reason why he was perfunctory was because of those few people.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't bear to look at him for relying on his old age and bragging about himself.
"Who the hell are these, so awesome and coaxing."
"Big names in the literary world? Their works don't seem to be that popular, right?"
"I'll check it out. I don't know if I don't check. I don't know whether they are powerful or not. Their children are very powerful."
"The college papers are all about me, how can it not be awesome?"
"Is there a research topic on my own works? I've learned a lot."
The performance of these people has attracted countless complaints, and when the audience checked out of curiosity, there were even more complaints.
As for them, they were very satisfied with Zhang Huan's retreat despite the difficulties.
He even patted Zhang Huan on the shoulder and said, "You are still young. It doesn't matter if you can't write. Just seize the opportunity to learn."
audience:"……"
Hearing such heartfelt words, the audience in the live broadcast room fell into isolation for a time.
Is this because you don’t know what Zhang Huan has written?
It is said that literati look down upon each other, does it mean that someone of almost the same level is required to do this?
Do you really have no skills at all and have no idea what you are writing?
The president is very embarrassed, but there is nothing he can do, who is so respected by others?
Also within the system, even if the senior person has the qualifications to rely on his elders, he can't do anything about it.
Even when he returned to the show this time, he originally wanted to invite several others.
It's a pity that these people insisted on coming and filled up all the places.
They like to travel at public expense, and they have to go abroad several times a year, euphemistically called exchange and study.
Now that I have this opportunity, why would I want to miss it?
At this time, the president could only smile apologetically with Zhang Huan, Xiao Sa and Bing Bing.
For such a situation, Xiaosha and Bingbing, who have been with CTV for a long time, can only say that they are not surprised.
Qiantang Chao had seen it, and these guys were still showing off on the way back.
When talking about poets and writers from all over the world, from ancient to modern times, they are all very familiar, and they are deliberately said to be very profound.
One said which great writer from which country he liked the most, and the other said which world famous book he was studying.
After getting excited, he asked Zhang Huan, "Young man, which foreign writer is your favorite?"
Zhang Huan, who was already drowsy, steeled himself and smiled.
"Teacher, my favorite foreign writer is Russia's Kuskaya. Her books have given me a lot of inspiration."
"Have you read Kuskaya's book? I recommend it to you."
The president next to him was confused, but these few nodded, "I've seen it."
"To be honest, this guy's book is just okay."
After responding, these people continued to immerse themselves in their boastful world and ignored Zhang Huan.
Bingbing was stunned for a moment and then whispered to Zhang Huan, "Who is Kuskaya? Why haven't I heard of her at all?"
Zhang Huan said angrily: "It would be weird if you heard about it. I made it up."
There is no such writer in Russia, so it is even less likely that any works exist.
If that's the case, what are these people looking at?
How did they come to the conclusion that the writing was just okay?
"Hahaha, this guy Zhang Huan is too bad."
"I was just about to do a search, and you told me that I was making it up?"
"What does it mean to gain fame and reputation? Now I completely understand it."
"The president was so embarrassed that he wanted to jump out of the car. He felt ashamed to see others."
Originally, the president thought he was ignorant and wanted Zhang Huan to recommend him.
As a result, I heard this cruel fact.
He was not embarrassed for himself, but for the seniors in his association.
Behind them, if Bingbing and Yang Jinli hadn't covered their mouths, they would have laughed and alarmed these people.
In fact, Zhang Huan, as the initiator, was quite surprised by this.
In his previous life, when he watched a certain fairy tale king tell such a story, he subconsciously didn't believe it.
He felt that this must have been made up by the fairy tale king. No matter what, it wouldn't be like this, right?
Who would have thought that at this moment, I would imitate something on a whim, and actually get such a result.
Perhaps it should be said that there are indeed people in the world who seek fame and reputation.
These few people didn't know that they had already shown their faces, and their faces were even more rosy after arriving at West Lake.
Zhang Huan didn't want to pay attention to them and deliberately walked away a few steps.
Looking at the West Lake in the distance, he stretched out and moved his body. The scenery in front of him made him feel relaxed and happy.
He stretched and recited something casually, "The West Lake is beautiful in March, and the spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sighing voice came from behind.
"Young man, your poem is almost meaningless."
He turned around and saw that these people had arrived behind him at some point.
Seeing this situation, he wanted to slap himself.
It's nothing, what are you talking about? I think you've attracted people, aren't you?
He said very modestly: "That's right, it's really not as good as the works of all the teachers."
This time, he was even more perfunctory.
So much so that these people noticed it.
"Young man, don't be dissatisfied."
"Just say that the first half of your sentence is too straightforward and simple."
"It's March now, and you just say that the beautiful West Lake is in March. What's the point?"
Seeing that he seemed unconvinced, several "reasonable" people commented on his poem.
Then, he continued to brag.
Let me first talk about which dynasty has been here, and then comment again after reading the poet’s works.
Then, read your own poem and compare it with the ancient poem just now.
There is quite a feeling that I am on the same level as the ancient poets.
Seeing that they criticized Zhang Huan for being useless, Bingbing and Yang Jinli were both unconvinced.
"You should refute them. Since when did you become so easy to talk to?"
"Hurry and finish the following poems and let them see what a truly good poem is."
In the live broadcast room, all the viewers had similar thoughts at this time.
"I think Zhang Huan's sentence is better than all the words written by these people combined."
"Zhang Huan, stand up and humiliate them severely."
Although everyone hopes that Zhang Huan can show off his skills and slap these old faces hard.
But Zhang Huan just smiled and said, "There's nothing else to say. Actually, I'm writing songs, not poems."
Writing songs?
Everyone looked at him in confusion, with the question written on their faces.
Zhang Huan started singing loudly, and his singing voice was very loud.
·Ah ah ah
·The beautiful scenery of West Lake in March
·Spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke
·Destined to meet thousands of miles away
·It’s hard to hold each other’s hand without fate
As he sang, he also took advantage of the situation and stretched out his paw, grabbing the delicate little hands of Bing Bing and Yang Koli at the same time.
Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room all gasped.
"Nima, this guy is waiting here."
"Nothing wrong, this is Zhang Huan."
"Rather than slapping some old guys in the face for relying on their old age, he is obviously more interested in Bingbing and Sister Koi."
"Beast, release your paws and let me come."
