Offstage.
Under everyone's attention, Zhang Ye returned to his seat.
The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet had been pushed to its peak by "Shuidiao Getou". Everyone was even more excited. They were also very interested in the final results of the poetry meet. Now, the top ten were all people from Meng Dongguo's Writers' Association. Even the eleventh and twelfth places were slowly occupied by them. They had an overwhelming advantage, but Zhang Ye's explosion had filled the competition's results with suspense and uncertainty!
"Teacher Zhang, awesome!"
"Well done! You did not embarrass our Literature Channel! "
"That bunch of people from the Writers' Association won't say a word, right? Let them be smug! Now they are well-behaved! "
"Haha, Teacher Little Zhang, remember to give me an autograph later. I want to keep it for my collection."
The people from the Literature Channel were all sitting in the same area. When Zhang Ye returned, everyone gave him a big thumbs up. Even Tian Bin, Jia Yan and Wu Datao, who were at odds with Zhang Ye, did not dare to make any sarcastic remarks. They could not say anything either. That poem had also left them dumbfounded!
Zhao Guozhou was originally sitting at the outermost area, but at this moment, he patted his subordinates beside him and swapped seats with them, "Little Zhang, you have once again made everyone look at you in a different light!"
Zhang Ye said, "Thank you, Leader, for your affirmation."
Zhao Guozhou asked, "Why didn't you canvass for votes?"
"There's no need, right?" Zhang Ye felt that there was no need. "No one is stupid. Everyone has the ability to appreciate art. If they think my poem is good, then they will vote for me. If they think other people's poems are good, then they will vote for them. There's no point in canvassing for votes. This isn't a talent show, but a pure exchange of literature. It's better to be pure." This fellow spoke logically and in a dignified manner.
Wang Xiaomei said, "You sure are open-minded."
Zhao Guozhou said to the people from the Literature Channel, "What place does everyone think Little Zhang will get? Teacher Xiaomei, what do you think? "
"To me, just from the quality of the work and its literary value, Teacher Little Zhang will definitely be first. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. I just don't know if the other listeners will buy it. Vice-President Meng Dongguo's poem is also very good. There might be people who think that poem is even better. It's all possible." Looking at her watch, Wang Xiaomei praised her wrist, "Besides, there's only about 20 minutes left."
"20 minutes?"
"Ah, right! The voting is almost over! "
"Aiyo, then it's hopeless. We can't catch up!"
Everyone felt that it was a pity. It was such an amazing poem, but it could not get a good result because of time constraints!
Behind, the Literature Channel's Big Sis Zhou returned alone. In order not to block the line of sight of the people behind, she bent her back and walked over lightly. The moment she arrived, she squeezed through, "Make way. Liu 'er, Zhou' er, let Big Sis pass." In a blink of an eye, she had reached Zhang Ye's side. "Eh, Leader, you are here too?"
Zhao Guozhou nodded. "Where did you go?"
"I pretended to go to the bathroom." Big Sis Zhou held her cell phone and said, "I actually wanted to let Little Zhang see the voting results. There's no internet in the auditorium, so he can only see it from outside."
Auntie Sun asked with concern, "How is it? How is it?"
The other people from the Literature Channel also turned their heads over. They wanted to know.
Big Sis Zhou held her cell phone and pointed it to them. There was no internet now, but the information and webpage before it was disconnected could still be seen. "Little Zhang's' Shuidiao Getou 'has already caused a stir. Three minutes ago, he finished reciting the poem and the website staff added in the voting options.' Shuidiao Getou 'already has more than 900 votes. Look at the comments. The netizens' comments are going crazy. The comments are exploding!"
The cell phone screen was filled with messages.
"God!"
"This poem is invincible!"
"Does it need to be so awesome?"
"Who is Zhang Ye? Why haven't I heard of this Teacher before? "
"Did I hear it wrong? I seem to have heard Meng Dongguo and someone from the Writers' Association criticize Zhang Ye's poem? Using him as a negative example? The poem is out, so why isn't there anyone to criticize and guide him? "
"I laughed. I really laughed!"
"The Writers' Association is a bunch of jokers! Their faces have been smacked swollen! "
"Haha, I have always supported Teacher Zhang Ye. I want to see who dares to say that Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't know how to write poems in the future? I want to see who dares to say that Teacher Zhang Ye's works have no literary value! "
"Towards the Teachers from the Writers' Association, I can only express my sympathy (XI) to them!"
"If a person who can write a poem like 'Shuidiao Getou' doesn't know poetry, then no one in the f * * king world knows poetry. Are the people from the Writers' Association stupid? And they're even the Vice President? I want to ask all of you now. Is it you who doesn't know literature, or is it Teacher Zhang Ye who doesn't know literature? "
"Hurry up and vote!"
"Right, cut the crap. Voting is more important. There's almost no time left!"
"Troll army, gather! Although we might not be able to catch up, with the difference being too great, have we ever been afraid of anyone? We are not afraid of anyone! Even if we are weak, we have to contribute our strength to Teacher Zhang Ye! Not for anything else, just for Teacher Zhang Ye's spirit of fighting bravely! We can't be a coward! "
"It's here!"
"Troll army signing in!"
"The votes have been cast!"
"My big saber is once again, again, again, again, again, and again!"
Zhang Ye's fans had come to support him. Countless people who had just gotten to know him for the first time were also moved by "Shuidiao Getou" and began to support him!
… …
"Only 900 votes?" Zhao Guozhou frowned.
Big Sis Zhou said, "It happened in an instant. It's already a lot, right?"
"Sis Zhou, what's Little Zhang's rank now?" Wang Xiaomei asked.
"Before I disconnected, he had 925 votes. He was ranked 41st." Big Sis Zhou spoke up for Zhang Ye, "It might seem a bit low, but it's only been a few minutes. According to the increase speed, he is definitely much more than those people from the Writers' Association. Little Zhang is really awesome!"
41st? Zhang Ye was also not very satisfied.
Auntie Sun sighed, "Hai, we definitely won't be able to catch up. There's no need to think about it. They have accumulated for two hours, while we only have about 20 minutes. The difference is too great. Besides, those people from the Writers' Association all have hundreds of thousands of fans. How many fans does our Teacher Little Zhang have? He can't compare to them in terms of popularity. "
Big Sis Zhou smacked her lips, "There's still hope. Many of the listeners have just heard it, so they might not have had the time to vote. There will be more and more. I think Little Zhang can fight for the top ten! No, there should be hope for the top six! " She took out her cellphone, "Look, other than first place Meng Dongguo, who is far ahead with 37,000 votes, the numbers behind him have dropped significantly. Sixth place has 11,000 votes. I think Teacher Little Zhang definitely has a chance of catching up! At the very least, tenth place has 8,500 votes. Even if he can't enter the top six, he should be able to enter the top ten, right? I think there's no problem! "
A Literature Channel's editor said, "Entering the top ten is enough. At least he can break the monopoly of those Writers' Association members. It can be considered as bringing glory to our channel."
"That's right!"
"May the Heavens bless him!"
Everyone also accepted this helpless reality.
Big Sis Zhou suggested, "I think we should take turns to 'go to the Bathroom'. Five at a time. Five at a time. We will all vote for Teacher Little Zhang. The higher Little Zhang's ranking is, the more glory our channel will have! I've already voted for Little Zhang! "The Big Sis was rather warm-hearted.
Zhang Ye was sweating profusely, "Don't, don't. I thank everyone, but there's really no need!"
What was this poem?
This was a poem by Su Shi!
This was the famous "Shuidiao Getou"!
He had to rely on his colleagues pretending to go to the bathroom to painstakingly cast one or two votes or more to rise in ranking? This was too degrading. This was too much. If people from his world saw this, they would laugh to death! Anyway, Zhang Ye could not afford to lose face like this! If everyone really could not appreciate this poem, and could not appreciate this "Shuidiao Getou", then Zhang Ye could not do anything about it. He could not do anything about the votes not rising.
Forget it.
He would leave it to fate and see the results.
Zhang Ye had done what he could. He had worked hard. Now, whether this great work of Su Shi's could help him turn the situation around, whether it could help Zhang Ye trample on the Beijing Writers' Association's face to clear his name, all he could do was wait. Everything was up to the people to judge!
Five minutes …
Ten minutes …
Time flew. Even if Zhang Ye was hoping for more time, and more time for the listeners, his watch would not stop. Soon, it was 2 PM!
"Alright, the voting has ended." Zhang Huo announced, "Let's wait for the Notary Office's staff to tally the final votes. During this time, let's review the classic poems from before."
The recording was played. Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang, and Big Thunder's poems were replayed.
Soon, a man and woman from the Chengdong District Notary Office came up with a folder. "It's done."
The female host, Sun Mengjie, smiled and said, "The Notary Office's comrades have already tallied the votes. I can't wait to know the results. Let me take a look first."
She immediately went forward.
Zhang Huo was also very curious. He also looked at the rankings in the hands of the notary.
This look did not matter, but Zhang Huo and Sun Mengjie were stunned on the spot. They were stunned!
Seeing the two hosts in such a state, there was a commotion. They did not know what was happening, but they were even more curious!
"What's the matter?"
"Is the result very exaggerated?"
"Could it be that Vice President Meng's poem is leading by too much?"
A female Notary Office staff held the microphone, "8th September, 12: 00 AM, as of 14: 00 PM. With the supervision of Chengdong District Notary Li Hai and Zheng Meihong, the votes for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet are fair and valid. Next, I will announce the top ten of the competition!"
Zhang Ye was fully focused.
Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei did not look sideways.
Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company were more relaxed. They did not think there was any suspense.
"Tenth place, Little Red Mushroom, 'Auntie Yue' er '. Votes — 9,300!" The female notary said.
Upon hearing this, Big Thunder smiled and congratulated her, "Congratulations. This is a poetry meet. For you to be able to get into the top ten with your fairy tales, it shows Teacher Little Red Mushroom's skill."
Little Red Mushroom said, "Come on, don't flatter me."
The notary carried on, "Ninth place, Big Thunder, 'Untitled'. Votes — 9,800!"
Little Red Mushroom said happily, "See that? You are better than me. Who said your poems have a small audience? Look, the audience still agrees with it. "
Big Thunder modestly waved his hand, "I'm actually not very satisfied with this poem. It did not express my strength of character and mood, so it's normal for everyone to have a low response."
… …
"Fourth place, Zhou Anyi, 'Full Moon'. 16,001!"
At this point, the fourth to tenth places had been announced. Without exception, they were all people from the Beijing Writers' Association. Not a single netizen's poem was in the top ten!
"It's time for third place!"
"I'm so nervous. Who could it be?"
"Why didn't I hear Zhang Ye's name?"
"That's right. Could it be third place?"
"It can't be that high. He only had about twenty minutes to vote. It can't be."
Amidst everyone's discussion, the female notary announced the third place, "Third place, Zheng Anbang, modern poem 'Feelings of Mid-Autumn'. Votes … 19,822!"
What?
Zheng Anbang was third?
Big Sis Zhou turned anxious, "Where's Little Zhang!? Why isn't there Little Zhang!? "
Tian Bin said, "There's no need to ask. He definitely didn't enter the top ten."
"There's a conspiracy! There must be a conspiracy! "Big Sis Zhou said angrily," Little Zhang didn't even enter the top ten? Who would believe that! What a good poem! "
"Hai, it's like drawing water with a sieve."
"That's right. It's just that time was too tight. If not, the result would be hard to say!"
The Literature Channel's people felt regret, some sighed, and some were dissatisfied with the result!
But when the female notary announced the second place, everyone turned silent. It was as if the channel had been muted. There was complete silence!
"Second place, Meng Dongguo, 'Thoughts on a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night'. Votes … 40,058!"
Second place?
Meng Dongguo was second?
The audience was in an uproar!
Meng Dongguo was also stunned. How was this possible!?
Big Thunder and Zheng Anbang looked each other in the eye. A bad premonition suddenly surged in their hearts!
Everyone had a shocking thought at this moment. Meng Dongguo was not first? Then who was first? Who was the champion of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?
The female notary paused for a moment before raising her head and saying loudly, "First place in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Zhang Ye! 'Shuidiao Getou'! The number of votes … "At this point, the female notary's tone was filled with shock. In fact, she and her colleagues had already seen the number of votes and rankings, but looking at it again, the female notary still found it unbelievable." The number of votes for 'Shuidiao Getou' is … 158,600! "
150,000?
150,000 votes??
F * * k your Fifth Granny!
When the audience heard this, they were shocked!
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