I’m Really a Superstar

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The party scene.

Teacher Leng's class is whispering.

"With three more shows, it will be Mengmeng, right?"

"This show is almost over, too late."

"Mengmeng, forget it, there is still a chance next time."

"Yes, you can't read "The Farthest Distance in the World" again, right?"

"Every one of these is a poem recitation. Now the famous love poems have been read, and I can't find any classic works."

Cao Mengmeng is very popular with her classmates, especially those little boys who like her very much, and they all make suggestions one by one, and they don't recommend her to come to power.

Lily also smiled and said, "Don't go, what a shame."

Teacher Leng looked at Mengmeng and said, "The famous love poems have indeed been read, and the other poems, the famous and classic ones, are nothing."

Cao Mengmeng stomped angrily, "I will recite it regardless"

Zhang Ye knew that the little guy was someone who liked to be in the limelight. He didn't know how long he had been preparing for this day. Mengmeng's temper was as stubborn as his own, and it was impossible not to let her go. Zhang Ye sighed and hurriedly used his mobile phone to search the Internet for her to see if there were any suitable love poems.

As a result, Cao Mengmeng suddenly looked at Zhang Ye, her eyes suddenly lit up, then she stood up and squeezed over, pulling Zhang Ye up to death, "Brother, come with me.

Zhang Ye was stunned, "Yu?"

"Are you here?" Cao Mengmeng dragged him out of the auditorium.

Outside is the hall with a rest area, where several parents smoke.

Cao Mengmeng found a place where no one was around, and looked at Zhang Ye with small eyes, "Brother, I'm in trouble with my sister, you can't ignore me."

Zhang Ye raised his phone, "Didn't I just help you find a suitable love poem?"

Cao Mengmeng stared at her small eyes and said, "You are a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Peking University, and you still use it to find other people's poems? You can make me a random one."

Zhang Ye fainted: "Do you think Chinese cabbage, you just write it down when you say it?"

"Every time you write a poem, don't you just write it? Isn't it all created on the spot? I don't care. Anyway, I want you a love poem that can't be worse than "The Birds and the Fish". I have to give that stinky Lily to Did you see her attitude just now? Did you see it? It's disgusting." Cao Mengmeng kicked the sofa in the lounge area with her foot angrily, she was so cute.

Zhang Ye was helpless, "Then what kind of poetry do you want?"

"Love, from a woman's perspective" Cao Mengmeng asked.

Zhang Ye touched his nose and said gloomily, "It's too late. It's your turn now, right?"

"If you can write it in time, I can read it." Cao Mengmeng said excitedly: "Brother, you can't write it, right? It's all fake in the media to brag about you?"

Zhang Ye gave her a sideways look, and he really liked it, "I can't write it? You are joking with me, joking, isn't it a love poem from a female perspective, wait." After saying that, Zhang Ye said He took out a pen from his arms, which he took with him to sign, "Do you have any paper?"

On the table was a seller's flyer with a white back.

Cao Mengmeng couldn't take care of that much anymore, so she brought the leaflet and "give it"

Zhang Ye was sitting on the sofa and laying out the paper. After thinking about it for a while, he already had an idea in his mind. Let's just say this poem. Anyway, it was from a woman's point of view, and it was also a soft and beautiful love poem. There is no use in the mind, it is really a waste, Yu Cui can save the third sister. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye no longer hesitated, and began to write with a brush. The paper was a real estate brochure, which was not very good. However, Zhang Ye had read the calligraphy skill experience book, and the handwriting was still relatively good-looking. It only took two or three minutes and one line Lines of verse jumped out on the paper.

It's written.

Zhang Ye handed the manuscript to her, "Look at the words you don't know, I'll tell you how to read them, and where to break the sentence. I'll read it again for you to listen to."

Cao Mengmeng nodded very seriously, "Okay"

five minutes later.

Zhang Ye returned to the auditorium and took his seat.

Cao Mengmeng didn't go back, she went directly to the backstage and waited to play. At this moment, the little girl's face was full of joy and excitement. She actually didn't know how good this poem was. Artistic level, there is no such appreciation ability, but Cao Mengmeng is full of confidence, why? There is no reason, because this is a poem written by her brother or is Zhang Ye's poem written on the spot today. How awesome is it? Cao Mengmeng has seen it from the Internet. There are countless followers and thousands of admirers. Qian, she understands very well that even the worst modern poem written by her brother has 400,000 to 500,000 hits. Zhang Ye's worst performance is better than the average poet and junior literary worker. The best works are great

Can this song be bad?

Of course not possible

Cao Mengmeng jumped and hummed a little song, ready in the background, she couldn't understand the meaning of the poem, but she just had to read it

inside the field.

Downstairs seating area.

Zhang Ye came back, but there was no movement.

Only Teacher Leng looked over, "Where's Mengmeng?"

"Go backstage." Zhang Ye said.

The middle-aged editor of the newspaper said Khan: "She is really going to read "Flying Birds and Fish" again? Haha, your little sister is really persistent, not bad."

Zhang Ye smiled vaguely, "I don't know either."

Teacher Leng smacked his lips and said, "This Mengmeng, really, just doesn't listen to persuasion."

On the stage, the poem recitation program also ended, and it was a group of performances.

The hostess came up again and said with a smile: "The next program, poetry recitation, performer - Cao Mengmeng, everyone is welcome."

The applause is sparse, not very enthusiastic, there is no way, seven or eight poems are recited in a row, and they are all popular classic love poems that everyone has heard countless times, no matter how good the poem is, after listening to so many I was tired, so the enthusiasm of the teachers, parents and students at the scene faded, and the next program was the poetry recitation. Everyone was not so interested, and many people yawned.

"A poem again?"

"It's boring."

"There's something wrong with the schedule of this show."

Many people muttered a few words.

Only the people in Teacher Leng's class raised their spirits and were very concerned about this recitation.

"Ah, Mengmeng is on"

"Did she really go?"

"Why didn't you cancel the show?"

"Mengmeng is really too heartless."

"Have to listen to "The Birds and the Fish" again? I'm dizzy"

Mengmeng's classmates are all dumbfounded, and some people worry about Mengmeng.

Lily was very happy, and said with a smile: "When the time comes, everyone, listen to me and Mengmeng's recitation of "Flying Birds and Fish" is good." She recited it first, and already had all the advantages, even if Mengmeng recited it later Well, it's impossible to beat her, and she'll be scolded. After all, it's a poem that Lily recited, so Lily really hopes that Cao Mengmeng will come on stage to show her ugliness. She can finally watch Cao Mengmeng's joke once.

The hostess stepped back.

Cao Mengmeng stepped onto the stage from the side curtain and walked to the podium in small steps, because the poem was recited by a taller boy from high school, and the microphone was also set high, Cao Mengmeng was struggling on tiptoe Reached the microphone and adjusted the adjustment down.

"Oops" his foot stumbled and he almost fell.

When the hostess saw it, she quickly came to help with a smile.

Mengmeng's actions are very cute, but it amused many parents in the audience.

"The little girl is so cute."

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Laughter, mostly well-intentioned.

Zhang Ye also smiled and looked at the third sister on stage expectantly.

Lily and the other classmates all stared at the rostrum, and Teacher Leng also looked at Cao Mengmeng worriedly. Both Mengmeng and Lily belonged to her class. If they really said the same poem, she would lose face as the head teacher. It will not look good, and the school leaders will blame her for not coordinating well.

The middle-aged parent of the newspaper snorted and said to Zhang Ye, "Your sister was in a hurry just now, why is she so confident now?"

Teacher Leng noticed it when he saw it, "Did you find a new poem?"

Another student's parent, a lesbian, said, "But the famous love poems have been read out today. What other works can she recite?"

When the microphone was adjusted, Cao Mengmeng stood there quietly and suddenly closed her eyes - this is the recitation technique Zhang Ye taught her. If you can't express this poem with emotion, then start reciting from the action. This will at least make people feel that you are emotional, which is opportunistic.

one second……

three seconds...

five seconds...

Cao Mengmeng didn't say a word.

"Eh, what is this?"

"Why don't you recite it?"

"Did you forget the words?"

The following students and parents looked at each other in confusion.

The principal of No. 15 Middle School also frowned, especially the hostess. Just when she was about to go up to remind Cao Mengmeng, when Teacher Leng and the classmates were all worried...

Cao Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes.

"If I love you - I will never be like a climbing lily flower, I will show myself off with your tall branches; if I love you - I will never learn from an infatuated bird, repeating monotonous songs for the green shade; not only like a spring, sending it all year round Come to cool solace; not just like a perilous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even sunlight, even spring rain. No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree Together. Roots, clenched in the ground; leaves, touching in the clouds. Every gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branch, like a knife, like a sword , also like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a valiant torch."

when I read this

The principal has been stunned and almost shouted out a sentence

Teacher Leng and the middle-aged editor of the newspaper were also dumbfounded.

Then more and more parents and teachers from No. 15 Middle School gradually widened their eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

Cao Mengmeng recited:

"We share cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts."

"We share fog, haze, and rainbow."

"It's as if we're separated forever, but we're forever attached to each other."

"This is great love, and constancy is here"

"Love--"

"Not only love your stalwart body."

"Love the position you hold on too."

"The land under your feet."