I’m Really a Superstar

Off the court.

In the spotlight of everyone, Zhang Ye returned to his seat.

The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition was pushed to the highest point by the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". Everyone became more and more excited and very interested in the final selection results of this poetry competition. Now the top ten are all people from Meng Dongguo and his Writers Association. , and even the eleven and twelve places were gradually occupied by them, with an overwhelming advantage, but Zhang Ye's explosion made the outcome of the event full of suspense and uncertainty!

"Teacher Zhang, awesome!"

"Well done! You didn't embarrass our literary frequency!"

"The people from the Writers' Association are silent, right? Let them have fun! They are all honest now!"

"Haha, Teacher Xiao Zhang, remember to sign your name for me later. I have to keep it for my collection."

The people in the literary broadcast were all sitting in the same area. As soon as Zhang Ye came back, everyone gave him a thumbs up. Even Tian Bin, Jia Yan and Wu Datao, those people who didn't deal with Zhang Ye, now gave him a thumbs up. They didn't dare to say anything, and they couldn't say it out loud. The poem also left them dumbstruck!

Zhao Guozhou was originally sitting at the outermost seat, but now he patted a few subordinates around him and changed seats with them, "Xiao Zhang, you have once again impressed everyone!"

Zhang Ye said: "Thank you, leader, for your affirmation."

Zhao Guozhou asked: "Why not canvass votes?"

"No need, right?" Zhang Ye didn't think it was necessary. "In fact, everyone is not stupid. Everyone has the ability to appreciate art. If they think my poems are good, they will vote for me. If they think other people's poems are good, they will vote for me." , I will vote for them, and canvassing for votes doesn’t make much sense. This is not a draft competition, but a purely literary exchange, so it’s better to be more pure.” What this guy said was high-sounding.

Wang Xiaomei said: "You are quite open-minded."

Zhao Guozhou asked the readers of Literary Frequency: "Where do you think Xiao Zhang can get? Teacher Xiaomei, what do you think?"

"For me, just in terms of the quality and literary quality of the work,

Teacher Xiao Zhang must be the first. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. I don’t know if other listeners will buy it. Vice Chairman Meng Dongguo’s poem is also very good. Some people may think which one is better. It is possible. "Looking at her watch, Wang Xiaomei praised the girl on her wrist, "Besides, there are only more than twenty minutes left. "

"twenty minutes?"

"Ah, yes! The voting is almost over!"

"Oh, there's no chance of that. I can't catch up!"

Everyone is a little regretful. What an amazing poem, but because of time issues, we couldn’t get good results!

Behind me, Sister Zhou from the literary broadcast came back alone. In order not to block the view of the people behind her, she bent over and walked lightly. As soon as she got here, she squeezed in, "Make way, Liu Er, Zhou Er, let Sister Come over." He arrived at Zhang Ye's side in a blink of an eye, "Hey, are you here, the leader?"

Zhao Guozhou nodded, "Why did you go?"

"I pretended to go to the bathroom." Sister Zhou said with her mobile phone: "I actually wanted to show Xiao Zhang the voting results. There is no Internet in the auditorium, so I can only watch it outside."

Aunt Sun asked with concern: "How is it?"

People from other art stations also turned their heads, curious to know.

Sister Zhou pointed out to them with her mobile phone that there is no Internet now, but the information and web pages before disconnection can still be seen, "Xiao Zhang's "Shui Diao Ge Tou" has caused a sensation. He finished reading it three minutes ago. The staff of the poetry website just added the voting option, and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has more than 900 votes. If you look at the comments, netizens are going crazy with their messages, and the comments are all crazy!"

Numerous messages were displayed on the mobile phone screen.

"God!"

"This word is invincible!"

"Do you want it to be so powerful?"

"Who is Zhang Ye? Why haven't I heard of this teacher before?"

"Did I hear you correctly? I thought I heard Meng Dongguo and someone from the Writers' Association wanted to criticize and comment on Zhang Ye's poems? Use him as a negative example? The poems have come out, why is there no one to criticize and guide them?"

"I laughed, I really laughed!"

"You guys from the Writers' Association are so funny! Their faces are swollen from being beaten!"

"Haha, I have always supported Teacher Zhang Ye. I don't think anyone will dare to say that Teacher Zhang Ye can't write poetry in the future. I don't think anyone will dare to say that Teacher Zhang Ye's works are not literary!"

“To the teachers of the Writers’ Association, I can only express (XI) my sympathy (WEN) and my sympathy (JIAN) to the teachers of the Writers’ Association!”

"If someone who can write lyrics like "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" doesn't understand poetry, then no one in the whole damn world understands it. Are the people in the Writers Association so short-sighted? Where is the vice president? I want to ask you now Well, is it you who don’t understand literature or Teacher Zhang Ye who doesn’t understand literature?”

"Go vote!"

"Yes, stop talking nonsense. It's important to vote first. We're running out of time!"

"The sailors have gathered! Although we may not be able to catch up, the gap is too far, but who are we afraid of? None of us are afraid! Even if we are alone and weak, we must contribute our strength to Teacher Zhang Ye! If not for anything else, it’s for Teacher Zhang Ye’s courage to fight for whoever he loves! We can’t be cowards!”

"coming!"

"Sailor sign in!"

"The vote has been cast!"

"My sword is horny again!"

Zhang Ye's fans all came to support, and countless other people who had just met him for the first time were moved by "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and supported him one after another!

…

"Only nine hundred votes?" Zhao Guozhou frowned.

Sister Zhou said: "It's just a moment, it's already a lot, right?"

"Sister Zhou, where is Xiao Zhang now?" Wang Xiaomei asked.

"Before I disconnected from the Internet, I had 925 votes, ranking 41st." Sister Zhou spoke for Zhang Ye: "It seems a bit low, but it was only a few minutes. If we go by the increase rate, There are definitely many more people than those in the Writers' Association, Xiao Zhang is so awesome!"

forty one? Zhang Ye was not satisfied either.

Aunt Sun sighed, "Oh, I definitely can't catch up. Don't think about it. They have accumulated two hours, and we only have more than 20 minutes. It's too big a difference. Moreover, those people in the Writers Association all have dozens of fans." Damn it, how many fans does our teacher, Xiao Zhang, have? We can’t even compare to them in terms of popularity.”

Sister Zhou smacked her lips and said: "There is hope then. Many listeners have just heard it and may not have had time to vote yet. There will be more and more. I think Xiao Zhang can compete for the top ten! No, the top six There should be hope!" He took out his mobile phone and said, "Look, except for the first place Meng Dongguo who is far ahead with 37,000 votes, but the rest are significantly lower. The sixth place is 11,000 votes. I think Teacher Xiao Zhang is definitely There’s something to catch up with! No matter how bad the tenth place is, it still has 8,500 votes. It won’t make it into the top six, but it should be possible to make it into the top ten, right? I think it’s okay!”

An editor of a literary broadcast said: "It's enough to be in the top ten. At least it can break the monopoly of those members of the Writers' Association, which will bring glory to our frequency."

"Right!"

"May God bless you!"

Everyone has accepted this helpless reality.

Sister Zhou suggested: "I think we can go to the toilet in shifts, five at a time, five at a time, and all vote for Teacher Xiao Zhang. The higher the ranking Xiao Zhang gets, the more glorious our frequency will be! I I just voted for Xiao Zhang!" The elder sister was very enthusiastic.

Zhang Ye was sweating profusely, "No, no, no, no, I thank you all, I really don't need it!"

What is this word?

This is Su Shi’s poem!

This is the world-famous "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!

Do you have to rely on your colleagues to pretend to go to the toilet and cast one or two votes or more to get ranked? This is too low-priced, this is too outrageous, people in his world would laugh to death if they saw it! Zhang Ye couldn't afford to lose this person anyway! If everyone really can't appreciate this song, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", there is nothing Zhang Ye can do, and there is nothing he can do if the votes don't come up.

do not care.

Just leave it to fate and see the results.

Zhang Ye has done everything he can and has worked hard. Can this great work by Su Shi help him turn around the situation? Can it help Zhang Ye get rid of the reputation of the Beijing Writers Association and clear his name? All he can do is wait and let the public judge everything!

five minutes……

ten minutes……

Time flies so fast. Even if Zhang Ye is looking forward to giving him a little more time and giving the audience a little more time, the watch will not stop and it will soon reach two o'clock!

"Okay, now the voting is closed." Zhang Huo announced: "We will wait for the staff at the notary office to count the final votes. During this interval, let's review the previous classic poems."

As soon as the recording started, the poems of Meng Dongguo and Zheng Anbang were replayed.

Soon, a man and a woman from the Chengdong District Notary Office came up with a book folder and said, "It's ready."

Hostess Sun Mengjie smiled and said: "The comrades at the notary office have already done the statistics. I can't wait to know the results. I have to take a look first."

She immediately approached.

Zhang Huo was also too curious and looked at the ranking in the notary's hand.

It doesn't matter what this looks like, Zhang Huo and Sun Mengjie were all stunned on the spot, stunned!

When I saw the two hosts looking like this, there was a bit of commotion down there. I couldn't figure out what was going on, and I became even more curious!

"What's wrong?"

"The results are exaggerated?"

“Is Vice Chairman Meng’s poem votes too far ahead?”

A female comrade in the notary office held the microphone and said, "At 12:00 on September 8th, as of 14:00 in the afternoon, the votes for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest were notarized under the supervision of notaries Li Hai and Zheng Meihong of Chengdong District. Fair and effective, I will announce the top ten in the competition below!"

Zhang Ye concentrated his attention.

Zhao Guozhou, Wang Xiaomei and the others looked intently.

Meng Dongguo Dalei and others were relatively relaxed. They thought there was no suspense.

"Tenth place, Little Red Mushroom, "Aunt Yue'er", the number of votes - 9,300 votes!" said the female notary.

Upon hearing this, Da Lei smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations, this is a poetry competition. You can get top ten for writing fairy tales. This shows the skill of Teacher Xiaohong Mushroom."

Little Red Mushroom said: "Come on, don't flatter me."

The notary continued: "The ninth place, Da Lei, "Untitled", the number of votes - nine thousand eight hundred votes!"

Little Red Mushroom said happily: "You see, you are better than me. Who said your poems have a small audience? Look, the audience still agrees."

Dalei shook his hand modestly, "I'm actually not very satisfied with this poem. It doesn't express my style and artistic conception. It's normal for everyone's response to be low."

…

"Fourth place, Zhou Anyi, "Looking at the Moon", 16,001 votes!"

At this point, all the poems ranked fourth to tenth have been read, and without exception they are all from the Beijing Writers Association. Not a single netizen’s poem has been selected into the top ten!

“It’s time for third place!”

"I'm nervous, who could it be?"

"Why didn't you hear Zhang Ye's name?"

"Yeah, will it be third place?"

"It's not that high. He only has more than 20 minutes to vote. No way."

During everyone's discussion, the female notary read out the third place, "Third place, Zheng Anbang, modern poem "Mid-Autumn Festival", the number of votes... 19,822 votes!"

What?

Zheng Anbang is third?

Sister Zhou was anxious, "Where's Xiao Zhang! Why is there no Xiao Zhang!"

Tian Bin said: "No need to ask, it must not be in the top ten."

"There is a shady story! There must be a shady story!" Sister Zhou said angrily: "Xiao Zhang didn't even get into the top ten? Who would believe it! What a great poem!"

"Alas, it's all in vain."

"Yes, it's just that we were in a hurry, otherwise the result would be hard to predict!"

Some people with a literary and artistic bent regret it, some lament it, and some are dissatisfied with this result!

But when the female notary read out the second number, everyone fell silent. It felt like they had suddenly clicked on mute and there was a sudden silence!

"Second place, Meng Dongguo, "Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Rainy Night", the number of votes... is 40,588!"

second?

Meng Dongguo is second?

The audience was already in an uproar!

Meng Dongguo was also stunned, how is this possible!

Dalei and Zheng Anbang looked at each other, and a bad premonition suddenly came to their hearts!

At this time, everyone also had a shocking thought, isn't Meng Dongguo number one? So who is first? Who is the champion of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition?

The female notary paused for a moment, raised her head and said loudly: "The first place in the votes of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest, Zhang Ye! "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"! The number of votes..." At this point, the female notary also felt a kind of trembling. In fact, she and her colleagues had just seen the votes and rankings, but looking at it now, the female notary still found it incredible, "The number of votes for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is... one hundred and fifty-eight thousand, six hundred votes!"

One hundred and fifty thousand?

One hundred and fifty thousand votes? ?

I rely on you, my fifth grandma!

When the audience heard this, they were shocked!