Looking at the jade-like, crystal-clear, and moist little earlobes that were like the most beautiful pearls and agates in the world, Ye Xiao Bei listened to the jade-like person in his arms gradually breathing in a daze. He suddenly let go of the red and tender thing that was entangled with him and gently sucked the BABY's crystal-clear earlobes, teasing them.
Baby felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her delicate body that was leaning against the wall seemed to have been pulled out of her bones by Ye Xiao Bei, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ye Xiao Bei hugged her tightly, and there was no gap between their bodies.
A moan that was so soft that it made all the men's ears perk up in an instant finally rang out. It made people's ears turn red and their hearts race. It made people's blood boil.
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The Chinese poetry was not dead. This sentence was very apt in the New World. If a kid could recite hundreds of poems at a young age, he would definitely be called someone else's child. The first television poetry competition attracted the attention of countless people.
One had to know that the live broadcast of the Poet King Contest was not something that ordinary people dared to participate in. They had to compose poems on the spot!
Without deep accumulation and extraordinary reaction, how could he compose a good poem without knowing the topic?
However, since this was the first time the competition for the Poet King was being held, almost all the members of the provincial and municipal poetry clubs participated. Even many poets from other cities came to try to amaze the world.
Due to the large number of people, Ye Xiao Bei was placed in group B during the preliminaries. There were nineteen people in the same group as him, and including him, there were exactly twenty people.
During the preliminary round, the rules were to use a unified answer mode. The judges would randomly set the questions. No one knew if they would give a spring breeze or an autumn moon. If they did not have the real thing, they would definitely not pass.
Ye Xiao Bei sat in the contestant area, looking at the bunch of old men in their thirties and forties bragging about each other. He felt that it was funny.
"Hey, isn't this Teacher Liu? I've heard so much about you! Your "Autumn Feelings" was truly sincere and sincere. It was a good poem that made people praise it!”
"Ah, if it isn't Teacher Wang! That was just a small trick of mine. It's not worth it, not worth it!”
"Mr. Zhang, I went to the park recently and came across something. Listen to me…"
"Wow! Not bad, not bad. The scenery was good. The park scene was right in front of him with just a few words. It was well written!”
A middle-aged man had a face full of smiles as he cupped his hands one by one. When he cupped his hands to Ye Xiao Bei, he was stunned.
"Eh, can family members enter the contestant area too?”The middle-aged man asked.
When everyone looked over, they looked at each other, completely not recognizing this young Ye Xiao Bei in front of them.
"Oh, I'm not a family member. I'm a contestant. I'm here to compete!”Ye Xiao Bei giggled and pointed at his number tag.
Number eight, this number was not bad.
"Competition? " You're so young…" The middle-aged man snorted through his nose and passed by Ye Xiao Bei before cupping his hands towards an old man beside him."Aiyo, Teacher Zhang, you're here too. You're the pillar of our poetry club!”
Everyone returned to their previous appearances, and no one paid attention to Ye Xiao Bei.
Heh, this group of old fellows still look down on me!
Watch how Yours Truly will teach you guys a lesson later!
Ye Xiao Bei thought unhappily.
"All the contestants, you can go on stage now!”A staff member at the door called out, and the group left in a mess.
Ye Xiao Bei walked up to the stage. Aiyo, the decorations were all red and hot. There were flowers and beautiful dances, and there were also handsome men and beautiful women as hosts. This lineup was not small at all!
Thinking about it, it made sense. The competition for the Poet King was being broadcasted live on the provincial television station. When the finals came, it would be the focus of the entire country.
In front of him, there were twenty huge player seats. Ye Xiao Bei found number eight and sat on it.
In the studio, there were more than 500 audience members sitting in a dark mass.
Very soon, the match began. The live broadcast signal was connected and the lights were switched on. Ye Xiao Bei narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the stage. He saw Baby sitting on the stage, waving at him with all his might. He was even holding a shiny sign that said 'Xiao Bei, you can do it'.
Hehe, I also have the treatment of a celebrity! Ye Xiao Bei was very satisfied.
"Hello, everyone. This is Provincial TV Station 1. We are currently in the preliminary round of the Poetry King Contest. I believe that everyone has been waiting for this program for a long time, right?”The male host said in a clear and articulate manner.
"First of all, let us welcome the judge of today's preliminary round, the Director of the Education Bureau, Mr. Liu Tian!”the female host said.
"There's also our provincial station's Chief Su!”Su Xiangwen waved at the camera from the judges 'seats.
"The famous poet Wang Rushan!"
"Famous writer Mo Shuo!"
The names were announced one by one, and everyone below applauded enthusiastically, especially the last one, Mo Shuo. He was a super author who had just won the Nobel Prize!
"The contest for the Poet King officially begins now!”
The music started, and the singing and dancing continued. A beauty walked up with an envelope and handed it to the emcee.
"Alright, the first poem is in my hands!”As the host spoke, he opened the envelope and said,"The first question is a modern poem. Happy! Answer time, 15 minutes!"
Happy? As soon as this question was asked, everyone started to think hard.
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