The competition began.
As everyone ate, they laughed and competed with each other. Before the topic was announced, the male and female teachers' teams were already fighting for the food.
"Don't fight for it!"
"It's ours, haha!"
"Put down my chicken wing!"
"Man, I just grilled it, how did it become yours?"
"We can't beat them, Teacher Zhang, come and help!"
"Ladies first, do you understand!"
"Wow, the scallops are delicious, the scallops are delicious!"
In the end, everyone split into two groups. One group stood in front of the grill on the north side, while the other group stood on the other side. The two groups had a clear demarcation line and no one showed any signs of weakness. Although this was a game and also a way to relax, no one wanted to win against the other. Everyone had a strong sense of teamwork and honor — well, except for Zhang Ye, who did not have any interest in such a competition.
Zhang Ye did not care about anyone and just focused on eating. Among all the flowers, he only had one position for himself. If he lost, he would drink for the female teachers' team. Everything else had nothing to do with him.
"Come on!"
"Stop fighting, let's compete."
"Who's going to have the topic first?"
"The ladies."
"OK."
"Then we'll be going first."
"Same old rules. Let's choose three judges first and let them decide the winner."
In the end, three teachers volunteered to be the judges. No one chose them and just decided on them. One of them was Li Rui from the Chinese Literature team, another was a male teacher from the School of Foreign Languages, and the last one was a retired professor from Tsinghua University who was in his sixties.
The judges took their positions.
The female teachers whispered to each other for a while before announcing the first topic. "For the first round, let's compete on song continuations. Each person will sing a line, and the next person will have to sing the last word of the previous person's lyrics." This was an old topic that was mandatory every time. It was also the area that the female teachers were good at.
The morale of the male teachers did not lose out.
"Alright!"
"Come on!"
The song continuations began.
The first person to sing from the female teachers' team was Su Na. "When will the moon be clear …" was Zhang Ye's song. Her singing was average, but at least she did not run away.
A young history teacher from the male teachers' team took a step forward. "There was a sudden rain in my heart …"
A teacher from the female teachers' team sang with a grin on her face. "I don't know where to go in the middle …"
Each person sang a line and they were evenly matched.
It was not until the scene reached its climax that the winner was decided unexpectedly. One of the female teachers sang a line, and the end of the line fell on the word "kiln". There were too few lyrics that started with this word. The next male teacher was stunned for a long time and did not follow up.
More than five seconds passed.
The three judges announced that the female teachers' team had won.
The female teachers were the first to win. They celebrated by high-fiving each other!
"Hehe!"
"Hehe, it was too easy!"
"Teacher Chu has done a good job."
"Let's drink!"
"I've lost the bet!"
The male teacher, who didn't continue singing, took a bottle of beer with a frown and gulped it down. It took him a lot of effort to drink. One look and you could tell that he wasn't someone who usually drank. After drinking, he was a little tipsy and said, "It's time for us to set the topic for the next round. Our topic is to compete in imitation." He mentioned the topic so quickly. Clearly, when the female teachers were discussing the topic, the male teachers had already thought about it.
A female teacher asked, "What should we imitate?"
That male teacher said, "Imitate an action or expression. One person will do it, and the other person will imitate it. Then they will switch. Whoever can't imitate it will be considered the loser."
"This is new."
"I've never done this before."
"Sure, no problem."
"I accept your challenge. Come on!"
The female teachers were all very confident.
For the first action, a male teacher who was already prepared walked out with a smile. He bent over the ground and did a one-handed push-up. He bent his arm and did a one-handed push-up. Even Zhang Ye would not be able to do this. This was a form of strength and muscle support. Most people would not be able to do it.
In the end, there was also someone capable on the female teachers' side. A skinny young female teacher walked quietly to the center of the stage. She used both her hands to support herself, then quickly pulled her left hand back and imitated the male teacher's posture by putting her left hand behind her back. She actually managed to do a one-handed push-up for a second, but due to her lack of strength, she only managed to do it for a second. Although she did not last as long as the male teacher, she still managed to do it.
The male teachers were all amazed.
"Damn!"
"She can even do that?"
"Which teacher is this?"
"I know her. She's not a university teacher, but a deputy team leader of a key high school's Chinese Literature team. When she was in her teens, she seemed to have practiced dancing or something. She's very fit."
"That's so awesome!"
"Even I can't do that!"
The female teachers were also clapping and cheering!
"Teacher Ku is so cool!"
"Teacher Ku, you're amazing!"
"Haha!"
Then, this teacher, whose surname was unknown, got up and performed her next move. She swung a big cross downwards. "Who wants to do it?"
The splits were still relatively common, but that was only for women with extremely flexible bodies. For a man, even if his body was very flexible, the splits were still too difficult.
However, there was no lack of capable people among the male teachers.
"Let me give it a try." A skinny male teacher came forward. He adjusted for a long time and slowly pushed the cross downwards. But in the end, he could not go down no matter what. He gritted his teeth and turned around, saying, "Two of you, come and help me. Give me some pressure. I should be able to do it."
Two people came forward to help.
Press!
Press again!
In the end, he really went down!
The male teachers were all cheering!
"Beautiful!"
"Teacher Hu is going all out!"
"Well done!"
"I heard that Little Hu practiced Taekwondo as an amateur. Looks like it's true."
"Little Hu's ligaments are quite long!"
That male teacher got up with the help of the others. His legs were wobbling a little, and he was in so much pain that he nearly lost his life.
Then, the victor was decided by the next male teacher. When this teacher made his move, the female teachers all fainted to the ground. They saw him open his mouth and stick out his tongue. It moved up, up, and up, until it reached the tip of his nose.
"What the heck!"
"You can even do that?"
"This is too amazing!"
"..."
"It's over!"
The female teachers were speechless. After countless attempts, many of them still failed. Not to mention licking their own nose, many of them could not even lick the center of the human body.
The referee smiled and announced that the male teachers' team had won the second round.
Su Na waved and said, "Teacher Zhang, stop eating. Come and have a drink."
Only then did Zhang Ye put down the razor clam shell in his hand. He turned around and said, "We've lost?"
A female teacher said, "We've lost. It's all up to you now."
Zhang Ye nodded and walked over to pick up a bottle of beer. After brewing it for a while, he gulped it down in one gulp. As he drank it too quickly, this fellow was swaying a little. Part of it was the effects of the alcohol, but there was also the effects of the ice. The beer was too cold!
The competition was intense.
In the third round, the female teachers' team won.
In the fourth round, the male teachers' team won.
Until the end of the sixth round, both sides were still tied, three to three.
Zhang Ye had already drunk three bottles of iced beer. His alcohol tolerance was already quite low, so he was feeling like he couldn't drink anymore. His stomach was bloated.
But the others were having a great time. They were not tired of it and were laughing and chatting away.
"Teacher Zhang can't take it anymore?"
"Haha, Little Zhang can't drink anymore. Let's keep it up."
"Why don't we decide on the seventh round?"
"Agreed, let's decide on the seventh round!"
"Then who's going to set the question?"
"For the sake of fairness, the referee will set the question for the seventh round."
"Alright."
"Sure!"
"Victory or defeat will be decided in this round!"
Everyone unanimously agreed that the final round would decide the winner.
The Chinese Literature team's Li Rui took a step forward and said with a smile, "As for the topic for the final round, we've discussed it for a while and decided to have everyone compete on … poetry. As for the topic, I heard that there used to be a couple who lived on this mountain that we're on right now, and there's even a good story about them. So let's follow the trend and limit the topic to 'husband and wife.' Any kind of poem will do. Whoever writes a poem neatly, meticulously, and with the best mood will be the winner."
Poem?
Everyone was very surprised.
Among the referees, Li Rui was a member of the Chinese Literature question setting team. Even the teachers who were not part of the Chinese Literature team were well aware of Zhang Ye's poetry standards, so it was impossible for Li Rui not to know that this was Zhang Ye's area of expertise. It was also because of this that Zhang Ye first became famous. From the looks of it, Li Rui and the referees were biased towards the team of female teachers and wanted to give them a better chance of winning? But that wasn't right. A few people knew that Li Rui was not particularly interested in Zhang Ye's poems. In the past, when Zhang Ye was fighting with his peers in the literary circle, Li Rui and many of her peers had also ridiculed and ridiculed Zhang Ye on the internet. Furthermore, Li Rui and a few of the Chinese Literature team's teachers, like Liao Qi and Ma Qi, had also privately criticized Zhang Ye many times during the college entrance examination. They felt that his literary standards had been deified. Although Zhang Ye's standards were definitely very high, they did not think that Zhang Ye was as good as everyone thought he was. They felt that he was not at that level yet. At the top of the pyramid of the literary circle, there were only a few great masters left. Many people compared Zhang Ye to those literary masters and did not think that Zhang Ye was qualified.
Then what was the meaning of this topic?
Suddenly, Liao Qi stepped forward and said, "Let me do this round!"
It was no wonder that Li Rui insisted on coming up with a poem topic. It turned out that there were people on the Chinese Literature team who were not convinced of Zhang Ye's abilities and wanted to use this opportunity to test him out. This was something that had been prepared beforehand. Furthermore, the topic that they came up with was rather subtle. Everyone knew that Zhang Ye was very good at satirical poems, guillotine poems, and other scolding poems, so they did not dare to go head to head with Zhang Ye in this area. As such, they chose the topic of "husband and wife." This kind of poem topic had never appeared in Zhang Ye's works before. They wanted to limit Zhang Ye's performance and win against him.
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