Even Qiu Zhizhi himself stared at the score with wide eyes, feeling unbelievable.
To be honest, he felt that he was already playing at his full level, God knows why there was only such a score!
During the brief silence, the entire venue was in an uproar. Everyone's eyes turned to Qiu Zhiming for the first time. Wang Yusheng and Liao Fei who were next to him also felt ashamed.
There is no doubt that the reason why the Huaxia delegation's score is such a score is entirely because of the three of them holding back!
A trace of anger appeared in Lu An's eyes, but it disappeared helplessly.
He is completely suffering and can't tell now, after all, he was the one who insisted on giving three places to the Faculty of Arts before.
Originally, I thought I could invite Su Qiubai to show up, but in the end, these three idiots came!
The rest of the delegation also looked at Qiu Mingzhi and the three of them, and some wanted to go up and punch them.
Because of the appearance of Mo Yi and Gong Le on the opposite side, this exchange match has an extraordinary significance!
If they lose to them, it will not be as simple as usual. It is not an exaggeration to say that the cultural circles in China will probably be completely reduced to a joke in the future!
So in the previous works, these people are trying their best to win a breath.
In the end, all the hard work was in vain because of these three idiots.
"Hehe, I didn't expect a rising star in Huaxia to have such abilities... Fan Wencheng, are your teachers very good?"
Suddenly, Moy on the opposite side said aloud.
The taste of ridicule is very obvious, especially after seeing the introduction of Qiu Mingzhi and the others, and knowing that they are actually teachers from Beidu University, they turned their heads and looked at Fan Wencheng.
Sitting below, Fan Wencheng's face was ashen. He could refute what Moy said earlier, but he felt like a stick in his throat for this sentence!
No way, everyone could see that the three of Qiu Zhizhi were the teachers of their school, and before the game started, it seemed that all the students in the audience were shouting their names to cheer.
But now, this slap almost stunned him, and at the same time knocked down the entire Beidu University students.
The ghostwriter carefully selected by my school, but at this moment is shamefully thrown to the whole world, the feeling is indescribably aggrieved.
The secretary of the Faculty of Arts, who was sitting not far behind Fan Wencheng, also had a pale face.
He can almost meet him now, and after this competition is over, he will definitely be implicated because of Qiu Mingzhi!
Everyone knew that no matter how bad the Faculty of Liberal Arts was, it would definitely not have a few qualified teachers and insist on letting Qiu Mingming and the others go out to embarrass themselves.
The reason for this is entirely because of his indulgence!
As soon as he thought of this, Fan Wencheng turned his head and glanced at him. The secretary's legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.
Qiu Mingzhi felt like a thunderbolt at this moment, staring blankly at the score, his hands were shaking.
He admitted that he had never put his mind on learning, but this time... he was stumped!
He didn't want to get too entangled in this matter, so Lu An just let the game continue.
Immediately, the second game began immediately.
Still the same as before, everyone submits their works, and then the grader makes a score and judgment.
All the people watching the game are waiting. If they lost the previous game, if they can win this game, they can save some face!
As a result, after the final score came out, the gap with the foreign side was even bigger this time, and the difference was actually a full forty points!
The total score is 100, and the difference between the two sides is 40. This is a completely desperate gap!
There was no more sound in the venue, and everyone felt breathless. There was no way to vent that kind of aggrieved and angry, and they could only keep it in their hearts.
Not only inside the venue, but even outside the venue, all the Chinese people who watched the live broadcast were very angry.
But it was very helpless, especially after the scorer announced everyone's scores, and after seeing Qiu Mingzhi got a zero score again, someone finally scolded him.
"Is this guy a badass? How did he become a teacher at such a level?"
"Put a pig on it and you won't get zero points. What exactly does he do?"
"Shame on you, get out!"
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In the venue, there were also muffled scolding sounds, Qiu Zhiming's face was flushed, and he did not dare to lift his head down.
In the morning, he thought he had reached the pinnacle of his life, but now it turns out that... he fell into a big pit.
He could see that Fan Wencheng had the intention to kill himself!
But now that the game is halfway through, there is definitely no way to change players, and they can only bite the bullet and sit down.
The foreign exchange group was already laughing out loud.
The entire venue was full of their mocking voices, and at the same time, more people saw it following the live broadcast.
"At first, I thought it was a mistake to leave Huaxia, but now it seems that it is definitely the most correct decision! Such an environment is impossible to make any progress!"
"That's right at all. I really don't know what the teachers of Beidu University are like, and what the students of Beidu University will look like."
"Fan Wencheng, why don't you come up to the competition, I guess you won't lose so badly."
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These words and the smiles of these people were seen by almost all the teachers in Beidu.
Wen Xiaoshu, Long Ruoxuan... Almost all the teachers felt very humiliated, especially seeing Qiu Mingzhi and Wang Yusheng's worthless looks, they could not wait to go up and kick them off the platform!
At the same time, everyone wished that the game would end as soon as possible, at least not to continue to be so embarrassing.
However, there is a third game!
Some international forums are also discussing the ongoing game on a large scale, especially the mocking tone, which cannot be more direct.
In this way, the third game began.
To tell the truth, many Huaxia people have already turned off the TV, and even those who continue to pay attention have lost any hope that the Huaxia delegation can win.
After all, in the previous two games, the gap between the two sides was already very obvious, not to mention that there were three idiots on Huaxia's side, and it was impossible to win!
Even Lu An is the same!
One of the most contested content is articles!
Throughout the ages, Chinese literati valued the most, what level of articles they wrote!
Although the delegation is still very attentive, there is a feeling that it is useless.
I just wanted to end the game early, and then leave the venue as soon as possible, so as not to let this damn live broadcast continue.
The same is true for Lu An. Just as he was about to start writing an article, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind!
If... he chooses to write Su Qiubai's talent training plan now, will it produce different results!
You must know that Su Qiubai's manuscript was only an internal solicitation for Beidu University, so it is impossible to spread it to the outside world.
In other words, the grader will definitely not judge it as plagiarism, that is to say... it can be used as your own manuscript!
And after so many days of reading it over and over again, even if there is no way to write it all down, Lu An can still do it to a close degree!
Taking a last look at the proud smiles of Moy and the others on the opposite side, and the downcast expressions of everyone on his side, Lu An didn't hesitate any longer, and started writing directly!
Among the 40,000 words, Lu An selected a few thousand words that are more memorable! After all, this is a live game. If all of them are written, God knows when it will be written.
Even so, when he finally finished writing, everyone was waiting.
"Lu An, do you still want to turn the tide?"
Seeing Lu An finished his work, Moy couldn't help but said with a smile.
However, Lu An didn't give him a second look, and just handed in his work.
Immediately, the scoring began.
To be honest, Lu An was a little nervous at this moment, and he didn't know what kind of score Su Qiubai's manuscript would get.
And when the time comes, will this score be able to win against these guys on the opposite side
Lu An doesn't know all of this...
However, if he knew that the author of the manuscript was written by those literati in Chinese history, this worry would probably disappear.