I’m Really a Superstar

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"Continue the competition?"

"But it's the same again, right?"

"Yeah, it's meaningless to compare poems."

"How about changing the rules and comparing them with others."

"Master Zhou, don't always focus on poetry. This is too beneficial to the other party. We are engaged in calligraphy, how can we compare with a literary person in literature and poetry?"

"That's right, let's change the topic."

"As long as it's not about poetry, anything else will do."

"Yes, it can be anything other than poetry. He will definitely not be able to do it."

Everyone was impressed by the literary skills of the young man in sunglasses. However, this was a calligraphy competition, so everyone was really not convinced. Many calligraphers lost face and raised objections.

Master Zhou smiled and said: "If you compare, let's continue drawing lots. The topics in the box are not only about writing poems and lyrics, but also other topics."

"good."

"Come on then."

Everyone was competing with the young man.

Master Zhou said: "This way, let's rest for two minutes and then start."

Everyone didn't have any objections. Those who drank water drank water, and those who were hungry had a snack.

Zhang Ye went to the toilet, walked into the antique restaurant, turned a corner, and entered the men's room. There was a person following behind him. This person seemed to be a disciple of Master Wei and a member of Master Wei's team.

"Wait a minute." Chen Mo stopped him.

Zhang Ye turned around and said, "Friend, what's the matter?"

Chen Mo looked at him and said, "Have you passed today?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "What does this mean? How can we do this?"

"Today is Master Wei's birthday. Is it interesting for you to go through such trouble? You are also a member of the circle, don't you understand the principle of respecting the teacher?" Chen Mo's tone was not polite.

Zhang Ye was amused, "I'm sorry, I'm really not from your circle. I know how to respect teachers and Taoism, but my teacher is not Master Wei, but Principal Wu, and my Taoism is not calligraphy, so what do you think?" Just don’t put one set on me.

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Are you still beating me?

Hehe, who are you?

Chen Mo taught him: "Leave a little room in everything so that we can meet each other easily in the future."

Zhang Ye said: "You guys just bullied Principal Wu, a female prostitute. Why didn't you leave some room for it? Can't you just help me?"

Chen Mo said eloquently: "Principal Wu is not completely in the calligraphy world after all. Everyone here has a relatively good relationship with Master Wei, and it is the old man's birthday. Naturally, when choosing the team, he went to Master Wei's side. How can we talk about bullying? It's just that? It's just a small competition, to add a little fun, no one cares about this. I believe that Principal Wu is not that petty, but it is you who made this competition sour."

Zhang Ye was amused by his theory and said: "You guys are really funny. A group of people bullied Principal Wu to win the lottery. You don't need to take it seriously when you say this is an ordinary competition. You don't mention using more to bully the less. Just say it is. It's just for fun, oh, now that we have lost, he also said that we must respect our teachers and leave some room for it, saying that we don't understand respect. How come you are the ones who are the ones who co-authored it? It is only right that you win the lottery prize of co-authoring. It makes sense, no matter what we do, no matter what we do? Apart from losing to you, no matter what we do, nothing is right?"

Chen Mo's eyes turned cold, "You are misrepresenting my meaning."

"But that's what you mean in your heart," Zhang Ye said, "I'm sorry, the seniority-based approach doesn't work here. I was invited by Principal Wu. I came to wish Principal Wu his birthday. What do other people think? Me, what you think of me has nothing to do with me. I know how to do it myself, so don’t bother you to set a route for me." After that, he went to the toilet by himself and stopped paying attention to him.

Chen Mo was also angry and turned around and walked away.

In fact, Zhang Ye didn't pay much attention to winning or losing in this competition. He only valued Wu Zeqing's attitude. Others bullied Lao Wu and made Lao Wu look bad. Zhang Ye couldn't bear it, so he stood up to help. That's it. Simple, now that he has won the lottery and made Principal Wu lose face, Zhang Ye doesn't care anymore. If he loses a game, he loses a game. His mind is not on the calligraphy world, so whether he loses or wins has no impact on him. But now, someone actually comes to him to argue with him, and even beats and threatens him? Then Zhang Ye still talks nonsense?

This guy is famous for being a jerk.

It's okay if you don't tell me about numbness. Now, buddy, I still have to win.

I'm telling you, you can't win a single game. Am I still afraid of your threats?

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The next game begins.

When it was time to draw lots, Chen Mo took a step forward and said, "Teacher, let me draw the lot."

Master Wei smiled and nodded, and said kindly: "Okay, Xiao Mo, go ahead."

Master Wei never made a move from beginning to end. Maybe he never planned to compete in person from the beginning. As a master of calligraphy, it would not look good if he won and bullied the juniors. It would be even worse if he lost.

Zhang Ye asked, "Who is this person?"

Wu Zeqing looked at the thirty-year-old man who was drawing lots, "He must be a disciple of Master Wei. I don't know his name. I don't know him. What's wrong? Are you so interested in him?"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said, "In the bathroom just now, he came over and beat me without thinking, asking me to respect my teachers, respect my elders, and love my young. That means I have done it."

Wu Zeqing said gently: "Are you ready to let this happen?"

"Of course it's impossible," Zhang Ye said, "I'm not a March 8th red flag bearer. The more he says this, the more I have to win. Now that we have won, we will win to the end."

Chen Mo has taken care of it.

The topic he picked caused an uproar

Master Zhou was also stunned and announced: "There is no need to draw the second lot. The topic of the next game - couplets, according to the previous rules, will be negotiated by both parties. One person will choose the upper couplet, and the other person will choose the lower couplet. If the answer is In the second line, the other party loses. If you can't answer the second line, the other party wins. Of course, it's not absolute. Even if you get the answer, it still depends on your calligraphy strength and how to judge the outcome. I will make a judgment because of the special nature of the couplet and the time of the competition. Extend it to ten minutes, okay, now you two see who makes the couplet and who makes the couplet."

couplet?

It turned out to be a couplet

Couplets and calligraphy are inseparable, but there are relatively few such questions, and few people won the lottery in previous years.

"Haha, now there's something good going on"

"It can be regarded as a new topic."

"As long as it is not poetry, there is no hope for young people."

"Xiao Mo is pretty lucky, he finally won this game."

"Teacher Su, this is your field. No one is more suitable to compete than you. Your accomplishments in couplets may rank among the top ten in the country, but few people can compare with you."

"Teacher Su, it's up to you."

"We can't let Xiao Wu win all the time. Our old guy will lose his face."

Chen Mo also smiled, glanced at Zhang Ye over there, and thought to himself, are you still talking nonsense to me? This time it’s not about poetry, I’ll see how you can win.

Su Na's father came out and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

Master Zhou also shook his head, knowing that there was no more suspense, Lao Su took action. In the field of couplets, few people could beat him, except for those few perverts.

But what made everyone a little strange was that Zhang Ye, who was opposite him, didn't react at all. He still sat there calmly, taking a sip of wine from time to time.

Master Wei smiled and said: "Xiao Wu, are you going to fight?"

Wu Zeqing also laughed after seeing the title, "You don't need me anymore."

Zhang Ye had already stood up, "Uncle Su, who asked the question?"

Father Su was very angry and waved his hand, "Young people, come up with the questions, haha."

"Okay, you're welcome." Zhang Ye walked to the desk.

The one with the most exciting expression was Su Na. The moment she saw that the winning question was a couplet, Su Na almost fainted. After seeing the postures and expressions of everyone in Master Wei's team who were sure to win, Su Na was even more excited. It’s dumbfounding. Do you really think you’ve won? You know shit

This is Zhang Ye

Poems, songs, couplets, articles, novels and speeches, nothing would be possible without him

Especially the attainments in couplets, Teacher Zhang Ye is a pervert.

Su Na couldn't help but think of the scene in the Beijing Couplet Competition. Every time there was a local couplet competition, there was a champion, but the championship was different and had different gold content. The other champions were won by competing with other players. He suffered a bloody blow and barely managed to win the championship with a negligible advantage, but what about Zhang Ye? Su Na had watched the video of that final on the Internet. Zhang Ye single-handedly challenged dozens of people. It was an overwhelming victory. The other players didn't even get a point and were beaten by Zhang Ye without any chance of fighting back. force

What causes it?

It’s because the difference in strength levels is too big

Su Na knew that her father was good at couplets and was a master at it, but even so, she also understood that her father might be able to win 10,000 people out of 10,000 people, but he would never be able to defeat Zhang Ye.

"Dad" Su Na said hurriedly.

Father Su looked not far away, "Huh?"

Su Na hurriedly winked and waved her hand, meaning not to let him go.

Su's father didn't understand and nodded with a smile, thinking that his daughter was cheering him on.

Chen Mo and the calligraphers also looked relaxed, looking at Zhang Ye with a smile, waiting for him to give out the first couplet. They believed that no matter what the young man in sunglasses gave out, Teacher Su would definitely be able to answer it. Come up and it will be perfect.

Immediately, Zhang Ye wrote a first couplet.

There were very few words, and he wrote very casually, as if he just started writing without even thinking. It felt like he was admitting defeat, but also like he wasn't taking it seriously.

——Lonely and cold, a widow with an empty window.

Zhang Ye raised his head and smiled, "I've written it."

"Okay, I'll do it right." Su's father walked up confidently amid the cheers of a group of people, and looked down at the couplet.

Then.

Then Father Su almost spat out a mouthful of old blood with a puff sound.

I'm going to fuck you, grandma. What's your mother's couplet? Do you want to be so cruel?

Zhang Ye is quite wicked, because this first couplet is an eternal statement on his earth. Even if it was the "Yansuo Pondliu" he wrote in the Beijing Couplet Competition, there were people in history who came very close to it. Although there are all kinds of problems in the second couplet, it is not neat and tidy, but this "lonely, cold and empty widow" has not even looked decent in the hundreds of years that he has been circulating in the world. There has never been a forced second line, let alone a neat confrontation and an artistic conception.

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It’s impossible for anyone to get this couplet right.

Even if someone can do it in the future, it will be hundreds of thousands of years later.