When the audience watching the live broadcast heard Young Master Hua's natural shift of the blame, they also gave him a thumbs up.
"What do you mean by an experienced host?”
"I originally thought that the scene just now was awkward enough. I never expected that the more I played, the more awkward it became.”
"I don't even know how to answer this. I think Jiang Sheng is going to fail this time.”
"Jiang Sheng's failure here doesn't affect his image in my heart at all. This is not something that a human can say.”
“……”
It was rare for the scene to be quiet. No one knew how to respond.
In the end, Yang Zhongwei's pleading gaze landed on Jiang Sheng.
Even Young Master Hua, who was usually talkative, was looking at Jiang Sheng quietly at this moment.
For a moment, hundreds of people at the scene and tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were waiting curiously for Jiang Sheng to speak.
Jiang Sheng's expression was still as calm as ever. He picked up the microphone and spoke calmly.
"There's a poem that goes like this: 'The bright moonlight before my bed is like frost on the ground'.”
"There's another poem: 'The river flows down three thousand feet, and I suspect that the Milky Way has fallen from the nine skys'.”
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet tall, and the stars can be plucked with one's hand!”
"The railing of the Han Sea is a thousand feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are condensed for thousands of miles!”
Jiang Sheng could recite a famous poem written with such exaggerated rhetoric for a day.
As the discussions gradually sounded behind him, he continued to speak in an indifferent tone.
"According to what the lady just said, it is wrong to see the moonlight shining through the window and think that it is like white frost falling on the ground.”
"Using the Milky Way to describe the waterfall is not right. In order to reflect the grandeur of the building, it is also wrong to say that it is like you can pick up the stars.”
"In order to describe the sorrowful mood, it is wrong to say that the clouds in the sky seem to have frozen!”
"According to this logic, China's thousands of years of literary heritage will be overturned and rebuilt by you!”
The 100-praise group behind him laughed lightly. After a moment of reaction, they gradually began to discuss intensely.
"You're quite good at criticizing people, but where did these poems come from? Although he didn't really understand it, it sounded very powerful!”
"Yeah, it sounds very imposing and artistic. Could it be a poem from the textbook?”
"I'll quickly check. What did you say?”
“……”
Amidst the increasingly heated discussion, Young Master Hua, who had a good memory due to his work, suddenly said,"
After quickly repeating the poem that Jiang Sheng had just recited in his mind, his eyes trembled, and his body seemed to have suddenly stiffened.
If Jiang Sheng had only said one line of the poem, he might have thought that he had missed out on such a good composition and hadn't read it.
After all, even though he had always had the habit of reading, there was no end to all the books in the world.
However, after saying so much at once, no matter from the wording and reconciliation of the poem itself, it was impeccable. The expression of the artistic conception was also so accurate.
It was impossible for such a few lines of poetry not to cause waves in the literary world.
It was impossible for him not to have read a single sentence.
Was there a possibility that Jiang Sheng had suddenly thought of these poems and was inspired to recite them at the last minute?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Young Master Hua's pupils widened in shock.
Other than Jiang Sheng's deep and imposing voice, there was only the silent shock on the big screen.
There were already many netizens who were quick to react. They searched the entire Internet for the poems that Jiang Sheng had mentioned just now, but they found that there was no record of them at all!
"I searched everywhere I could just now, but there were absolutely no records. It's too terrifying!”
"Quickly ask if Jiang Sheng wrote these poems himself. There's no such thing on the Internet!”
"In the past, I only thought that Jiang Sheng was the most eloquent person in the world. Now, I feel that he's not a human but a god!”
"I suspect that Jiang Sheng will be taken away by the national literary team for research after the show is over to protect our crystal!”
"With this level of education, you shouldn't be sitting with an internet celebrity. What kind of world is this!”
“……”
The 100 Likes group at the side of the stage could watch the bullet screen at any time.
After seeing the comments from the netizens, the 100 Likes group was silent for a few seconds before they started discussing even louder.
"Did he really write it himself?"
"Is there really no record? Show me your phone!"
"F * ck! How awesome!"
“……”
Shocked cries that could not control their volume traveled into Jiang Sheng's ears.
Jiang Sheng was slightly stunned and paused his speech. The first thought in his mind was:
" I think I've gone too far!!!"
He really couldn't bear to listen to the English auntie's words just now. In a moment of ecstasy, he forgot that many literary creations from his previous life didn't exist in this world!
There was no such thing, which meant that these were his original works!!!
Jiang Sheng stopped talking and also noticed Young Master Hua's comments.
She had long been eager to know if these poems were Jiang Sheng's own creation, so she quickly took the opportunity to ask.
"Teacher Jiang Sheng, you should have heard the discussions on the spot and the netizens. The poem you just mentioned is not available on the entire Internet. It should be your own creation, right?”
Young Master Hua looked at Jiang Sheng with a burning gaze, and an inexplicable excitement suddenly surged in his heart.
He had already thought it through. If Jiang Sheng agreed, he would recommend him to the station head after the show ended.
With Jiang Shengru's talent in writing, if he became a host, he would definitely create a legend in the hosting world.
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