"Oh my god, the big boss behind the scenes is actually Auntie Li.”
"Kneel, kneel, kneel to Auntie Li.”
"Awesome, awesome. Auntie Li is still the best.”
"Auntie Li knows how to play!"
"Auntie Li is the real King.”
"It's simply, f * ck…"
"Obviously, Ye Shaoheng used his mother's phone to make the call. How could Yun Zhonghe be Auntie Li?
Don't you people even think about commenting?”
"We caught an honest man.”
"Catch him. Don't let him escape.”
"It's rare to see such an honest child these days.”
"Lock them up and sell tickets. At least we can earn a sum of money.”
"F * ck, it's true. Even Yun Zhonghe is Ye Shaoheng's alternate identity.”
"I'm sorry, my heart. Today, you shouldn't have to bear the weight.”
"Is there any law? Is there any law?”
"Why is this kind of person still alive? Shouldn't he be dragged to the laboratory for autopsy?”
"That's right. This kind of person is definitely abnormal.”
"There's a high possibility that it's an alien.”
"I predicted it from the beginning. Ye Shaoheng is definitely a transmigrator, and he has a system attached to him…"
"If it's a transmigrator, it's not easy to investigate because it's most likely a soul transmigrator.”
"Haha…"
"You guys have read too many novels."
"I've already thought about it. I'm going to Flying Deer to write a novel. I'll use Ye Shaoheng as the main character and write about what happened today.
If I don't earn money, I'll f * cking do a handstand to wash my hair.”
"Go ahead and write it. I'll give you a tip and make a full reservation.”
"It's been 10 years. I'm a 40-year-old middle-aged man, but I've admired a 15-year-old child for 10 years.”
" I started studying Yun Zhonghe's poetry collection after I retired. Now that I'm about to be buried, I've still worshipped him for ten years.”
"Haha, I'm dying of laughter…"
"Ye Shaoheng really doesn't care about human affairs.”
"When I was fifteen, I wrote that earth-shattering poem.”
"Sigh…why is the difference between people so big!”
“……”
Yang Mi had yet to announce the results.
However, her words had basically announced the results.
The audience in the live broadcast room wailed.
In 2012, Ye Shaoheng was only fifteen years old.
He had already written classic prose poems such as "See or Not,""The Petrel,""The furthest distance in the world," and "Farewell to Kangqiao."
Was this still acceptable?
More importantly, he liked to show off his skills on purpose.
He used Guo Erwei as a vest.
The first novel, Tiny Times, was written from a female perspective.
He deliberately led the audience to think that he was a woman for ten years.
Using Yun Zhonghe to write a poem was obviously a man.
To think that he could write a prose poem like " To the Oak Tree " from a female perspective.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
It was like a saber, a sword, and a halberd.
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a brave torch.
Pah!
You're a man…
No!
It should be you, a little man. How did you come up with such a poem?
Don't you get goosebumps when you write?
It was simply too abnormal!
After Yang Mi said this, it was as if her body had been drained of energy. She walked to the wall and leaned against it.
She looked up and saw that it was Ye Shaoheng's poetry collection. She didn't know which country's language version of his poem was in.
"What kind of person are you?”
She stared blankly at him, then sighed and muttered to herself.
Reba laughed and cried.
Tears slowly slid down her fair and delicate face.
On that beautiful face, there were crystal clear tears.
I used to admire your avatar, Han Shuang, and I used to admire your avatar, Guo Erwei. Now, my favorite poets are all you.
"You are everywhere, but which one is you?”
Reba blinked his eyes, and the tears hidden in his eyes fell again.
Zi Feng was the happiest, with a face that said,'Look, even Yun Zhonghe, who is known as the God of Poetry, is also my Brother Ye Shaoheng's alias.''
Extremely pleased!
Teacher He's eyes were blurred, and there was no expression on his face.
"Hey!"
After a long time, Mr. He sighed heavily.
At this moment, his well-maintained face seemed to have suffered a major blow. He seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
Mr. He had been the host of Happy Camp for more than twenty years.
Every episode's guests were all top existences from all walks of life.
Having seen too many geniuses, he thought that there were no so-called geniuses in this world that could make him look at them in a different light.
At this moment, he knew he was wrong!
It was ridiculously wrong.
The so-called geniuses that he had seen and interacted with before.
In front of Ye Shaoheng.
He could only be considered a mediocre person.
"Mimi, now that the evidence is conclusive, announce the results.”
Teacher He said in a desolate tone.
"Oh!"
Yang Mi's body left the wall and swayed to the front of the camera.
" Dear audience, after our investigation, we have confirmed the true identity of Yun Zhonghe, who is known as the 'God of Poets'.
His original name was Ye Shaoheng, male, 25 years old this year.
He was only fifteen when he published the Yun Zhonghe Poetry Collection.
Other than Yun Zhonghe, who was an alternate account.
He also had Zhi Tong, whose representative work was the Godly Brush Ma Liang.
An Tusheng, the representative of Snow White.
Guo Erwei, the representative of Fantasy City.
Han Shuang, the representative of 'The Forest of Norway
These four avatars.
So now I announce…
Zhi Tong, An Tusheng, Gu Le, Guo Erwei, Han Shuang, Han Han, and Yun Zhonghe were all Ye Shaoheng's underlings.”
…………
Yang Mi used this method to announce the results.
Those who had already accepted that Ye Shaoheng was Yun Zhonghe were once again stunned.
Brother, what are you doing?
Dominate the literary world?
Do you still want others to live?
If it was someone else, they could have any of your creative avatars.
He could immediately lie flat for the rest of his life.
Not only did you not lie flat, but you also changed your identity and caused trouble everywhere.
If this goes on, won't all the domains be occupied by you?
The most speed-conscious media workers had just finished Yang Mi's words.
They had already started to make videos or write scripts.
These self-media people.
They were all people who loved freedom and did not want to be restrained by others.
But today, after Ye Shaoheng's series of identities were exposed, they felt like they were going to work.
In just a few hours, they had written seven, eight, or even nine articles.
He had taken at least seven videos.
This workload was much greater than the 996 people who worked under the blessing, alright?
But he had to write it.
The survival of self-media depended on speed and nonsense.
Wouldn't it be stupid not to increase the popularity of such a big matter?
…………
Central TV office building.
Li Liyi, who had just returned to the office after a meeting, sat on the soft sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
Ye Shaoheng, oh Ye Shaoheng, aren't you having too many alternate accounts?
I've kindly made a special program for you.
Halfway through the broadcast, you told me that you had other accounts.
Fortunately…
This matter was resolved perfectly.
She closed her eyes and massaged her temples, preparing to rest.
He had never been so busy in so many years.
After all, Central TV worked according to the usual routine. They only had one or two last-minute programs a year.
Today was just an exception.
"Bang bang…"
Li Liyi had just closed her eyes when the urgent knocking on the door sounded again.
"Swoosh!"
Li Liyi suddenly sat up straight and looked at the door with a burning gaze.
A voice in his heart was shouting loudly.
Not an assistant, not an assistant.
"Please come in." Li Liyi tried her best to maintain her dignity as the station head.
The door opened.
To Li Liyi's disappointment, the old man was the assistant that she used to like, but now she hated.
"Sir, something happened again!" the assistant said in a panic.
Li Liyi's lips twitched, and then she asked in a dignified tone," Say, did Ye Shaoheng do something again?"”
The assistant's eyes widened in disbelief.
The station head was indeed the station head. He could even guess this.
"It's him."
"What is it?" Li Liyi tried her best to suppress the flames in her heart and asked through gritted teeth.
The assistant smiled and said,"He exposed another account."”
Li Liyi felt as if the world was spinning.
How many other accounts did this person have?
Was it over?
Now, she regretted that she should not have inserted this program into his program.
Otherwise, why would there be so many things happening now?
"What avatar?" Li Liyi asked.”
"It's Yun Zhonghe, who has written many, many excellent poems.”Afraid that Li Liyi did not know, the assistant added," It's Yun Zhonghe who wrote prose poems such as 'To the Oak,''The Street Lights in the Sky,' and 'A Generation'.”
"What?"
Li Liyi almost fell off her chair.
Yun Zhonghe!
That was Yun Zhonghe, the man she had liked for ten years.
It was actually Ye Shaoheng's avatar?
He was thirteen years old in 2010. The Yun Zhonghe Poetry Collection was published in 2012.
In other words, he was only 15 years old when he wrote 'Yun Zhonghe's Poetry Masters'?
Was this really a human?
"Sir, are you alright?"
Seeing Li Liyi's pale face, the assistant asked worriedly.
Li Liyi waved her hand with all her might." I'm fine."
Gather all the backstage staff who are working on today's " Taking stock of Ye Shaoheng's top ten works ".
Meeting in the conference room!"
The assistant's face stiffened. Another meeting?
Was the general manager planning to finish all the meetings for the year?
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