Fang Yun smiled and shook his head. He didn't expect that sending Chunwen would be so out of line.
However, the participants in the Spring Festival Literature Festival are young people after all. As long as there is no problem in studying, it is okay for them to be a little extraordinary in other aspects.
"Then, next, please start writing, three thousand new students. After that, we will select several tables of poems and essays to comment on and announce them to the public. Moreover, the selected table must submit their poems and essays as soon as possible. If they submit late, they will be judged as failures. Do you think this is unfair? That's right, because this is a Spring Essays Festival."
Zhang Zhixing showed a playful smile, and many old students also had similar smiles on their faces.
Many new students either shook their heads, sighed, or smiled bitterly, but there was nothing they could do.
The new students at the three hundred tables all worked together, some spreading paper, some grinding ink, some holding pens, and many were thinking while eating the food on the table.
When the new students were writing poems, Sun Renbing stood up and told some stories about the previous Spring Festival Literary Society, and some old students looked nostalgic.
Fang Yun held the brush but was slow to write, while the others at the table were whispering about the matter.
"What are you going to write? There are so many kinds of strange poems, but it is very difficult to write well, not to mention the many conditions. The most difficult thing is that you can't write too badly, otherwise you can only go to Kongcheng to be a pig."
"Look, even Fang Xusheng has trouble putting pen to paper, let alone us."
"Don't be anxious. Think about it carefully. With Fang Xusheng here to suppress the luck of the whole table, we will not be chosen first." Tang Yu said half-jokingly.
Even the people nearby looked at Fang Yun with a smile, and found that the paper in front of Fang Yun was indeed blank, so they felt relieved.
Soon, the two wooden boxes were carried onto the platform by the literary waiters and placed in front of Zhang Zhixing and Sun Renbing, while Li Fanming had already stepped down to participate in the literary gathering.
Zhang Zhixing clapped his hands on the two boxes at the same time and smiled, "There are 3,000 new students, with a total of 300 tables, divided into 10 rows and 30 columns. In the box on my left hand side, there are 10 paper balls with numbers from one to ten; in the box on my right hand side, there are 30 paper balls with numbers from one to thirty. Next, I will close my eyes and grab a paper ball from the box on the left. Renbing grabs from the box on the right, and based on the numbers on the two paper balls, we will choose which table's people will be the first to bring out poems and articles for us to evaluate."
Some people stopped hesitating and started writing quickly.
"Okay, then the two of us will begin."
Zhang Zhixing and Sun Renbing closed their eyes, reached into the wooden box with one hand, and each took out a ball of paper.
The old students looked at the two with interest, while many freshmen stared at the two paper balls. Only a few threatened, and many freshmen were a little nervous. Although this was a literary gathering mainly for fun, if you really go to Kongcheng to call a pig, you will definitely be laughed at by your classmates for the rest of your life. If you achieve something in the future, it will be a fun topic, but it is not a good reputation.
"This is the Holy Courtyard. The two of us are not strong enough to cheat here. We didn't use any of our talents just now. We just grabbed randomly. Okay, now let's open the paper ball."
Zhang Zhixing said as they slowly unrolled the paper balls and held up two pieces of paper facing everyone.
The number in Zhang Zhixing's hand is "seven", and the number in Sun Renbing's hand is "twenty-one".
Everyone's eyes fell on the table in the seventh row, column twenty-one.
Fang Yun also smiled and looked over, and after a closer look, he couldn't help but laugh.
Yan Yukong was actually right next to that table.
"Miserable! Miserable! Miserable!" A freshman next to Yan Yukong couldn't help but shout, which attracted a lot of good-natured laughter.
Zhang Zhixing chuckled and said, "Brother Yukong, it seems that you and Chongwenyuan are incompatible in the five elements! Write quickly. You still have a hundred breaths of time!"
Yan Yukong and all the people at the same table had bitter faces, frowned, and held their pens in thought.
"Ten breaths!" said Zhang Zhixing.
"Twenty breaths!" Zhang Zhixing began to tell the time.
"Thirty breaths!"
…
"Ninety breaths! Ten more breaths to go, everyone, get ready now! If you don't put down your pen by then, you will be considered a failure... One hundred breaths, stop! Start signing!"
The ten people immediately wrote their names. Then they all stopped writing, and a maid from the literary world came forward with a smile and collected the papers in front of the ten people.
"How miserable!" The scholar next to Yan Yukong began to cry again. Only three people had smiles on their faces, while the rest were smiling bitterly.
Zhang Zhixing took the stack of papers, read through them quickly, then picked out a page, scanned the audience, and said with a smile: "Yan Yukong's talent is well known to everyone, so this year's first poem for the Spring Festival Literature Festival will start with him. As for whether it is good or not, I won't say it yet, everyone, please listen..."
Zhang Zhixing paused for a moment and chanted loudly: "Spring water fills the spring pond, spring grass grows in spring. Spring people drink spring wine, spring birds make spring sounds."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yun nodded slightly. The fact that Yan Yukong was able to compose this poem in such a short time showed that he was indeed extraordinary.
"good!"
"good!"
New and old students cheered together.
Zhang Zhixing smiled and said, "There are three requirements for this literary gathering, namely, 'odd', 'spring' and 'simple'. So, let's ask someone to comment. As you all know, Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are good friends. Since Yan Yukong's poem was the first, Fang Yun should be the first to comment! Fang Xusheng, what do you think?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It is better to obey than to be respectful."
Zhang Zhixing added, "Since it is a poetry review, we should not only point out the advantages, but also the disadvantages! Fang Yun, you are very dissatisfied, right? Even if you are dissatisfied, you have to do it! Today, you are just a freshman!"
Everyone laughed. No one expected that this person, who had a very good relationship with Fang Yun, would choose to make things difficult for Fang Yun first.
However, everyone understood that Zhang Zhixing was deliberately avoiding suspicion, and it was a special kind of protection. He used this small matter to embarrass Fang Yun first. If anyone else used other things to embarrass him, Zhang Zhixing would step in to stop them. He couldn't embarrass one person repeatedly.
Fang Yun smiled and shook his head, then imitated the man next to Yan Yukong and said, "Poor! Yukong, whatever I say next is all forced. If you want revenge, go find Zhang Zhixing. He slandered you on purpose, don't blame me!"
Yan Yukong smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge this! I'll think about how to avenge it... Well... I'll find a way to make the new students suffer next year!"
Everyone smiled. The atmosphere of the literary gathering became more relaxed as the two top geniuses of the human race joked with each other.
"Stop talking nonsense, Fang Yun, and speak quickly!" Zhang Zhixing said in a rough voice.
Fang Yun thought for a moment and said, "There is no need to say more about 'spring', it is clear at a glance. As for 'strange', there are eight 'spring' characters in this poem out of 20 characters, but it is not abrupt at all. Moreover, the two 'spring' characters before and after each sentence echo each other, forming a spring painting in the poem, which can be regarded as 'strange'. As for 'simple', it only takes six concise and representative images of spring: water, grass, people, wine, birds and sounds. It can be called simple but not simplistic. All three characters are complete."
Zhang Zhixing smiled and said, "Look, I knew Fang Yun would flatter Yan Yukong, so now point out his shortcomings! Say it!"
Everyone looked at Fang Yun with a smile.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "Then I can only find fault with it."
.(To be continued.)