On the mountaintop.
The atmosphere among the teachers suddenly became lively.
"This is getting interesting!"
"Yeah, they're going to compete in poetry?"
"That's Zhang Ye's forte."
"Teacher Liao is not bad either. Teacher Liao Qi is not only an associate professor at Tsinghua University, he also holds a position in the Poetry Association. His poetry standards are very high."
"But he still can't compare to Zhang Ye. Who doesn't know how good Zhang Ye is?"
"Haha, that might not necessarily be the case. Teacher Liao is not bad either, but his poems are more artistic and not as popular as Teacher Zhang's poems. They are not as widely circulated, so they are not as well known. But you can't say that Teacher Liao's standards are not as good as Zhang Ye's."
"Yeah, I think the two of them can still be compared."
"Teacher Liao has been prepared for this."
"Yeah, to dare to compete with Zhang Ye in poetry, they must have come prepared. I'm looking forward to it!"
"Let's compete!"
"Teacher Zhang, go!"
"Teacher Liao, you can do it!"
Quite a few people started shouting and cheering, looking forward to it.
But Su Na blinked and gave Zhang Ye a look. She was also a member of the question setting team, so she naturally knew that Liao Qi and a few other teachers from Tsinghua University and Renmin University's Chinese departments were not very used to Zhang Ye. They were also unhappy that Zhang Ye, who was a "tumor" of the literary world and education world, was doing so well. Now that these people had come up with such a lineup, they definitely did not have good intentions or were plotting something. She gave Zhang Ye a look to remind him to be careful. As for his poetry standards, Su Na was not worried at all. She knew what Zhang Ye was capable of.
Behind Zhang Ye, the other two Peking University female teachers also quietly nudged Zhang Ye, as if to remind him of something. From this, it could be seen that even though everyone appeared to be amiable on the surface, talking and laughing earlier, the mimicry and lyrics were all just a game. It was all for entertainment purposes, but the topic this time was different from before. It was a little serious and seemed like they wanted to go head to head with Zhang Ye. Naturally, most of the Peking University teachers were on Zhang Ye's side without even asking. Peking University and Tsinghua University had been enemies for a long time, so when faced with such provocations and contests, there was no ambiguity in which side they stood on.
Referee Li Rui said, "Have the male teachers' teams decided?"
Liao Qi nodded.
"What about the female teachers?" Li Rui looked to the other side.
A female teacher from Tsinghua University smiled and said, "For our side, we will definitely send Teacher Zhang on stage. I don't think I need to elaborate on Teacher Zhang's poetry standards, right?"
Across from him, another male teacher from Tsinghua University also joined in, "That's right, I've long heard that Teacher Zhang can write poems, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. Teacher Zhang, come on."
The teachers from Tsinghua University echoed each other. It was as if they wanted to praise him first and then kill him.
But who knew that when Zhang Ye heard that, he immediately waved it off and said, "I'm not coming. We already agreed that I'm here to drink on behalf of the female comrades. I'm a man, and I'm not part of the female teachers' team."
Li Rui smiled and said, "The female teacher team has already asked for you, so you are now a member of the female teacher team. Since everyone has recommended you, will you come to the last round?"
Zhang Ye was sitting in front of a barbecue grill, minding his own business, "You guys do it. I'll eat my meat. My poetry level is only so-so." With regards to this poetry competition game, this fellow had no interest at all. "Oh right, Teacher Su Na's standards are very high. Teacher Su Na, go up."
Su Na: "…" Why should I go up!
Zhang Ye kept pushing the matter around and did not respond to the other side of the conversation.
If it were anyone else who was pushing the matter around, everyone would definitely think that the person did not have the confidence, was afraid of losing, or was afraid of making a fool of himself. That was why he did not dare to accept the challenge. But the person who said this was Zhang Ye, so no one would think that way. This was because Zhang Ye's ability to compose poems and lyrics was already well known to everyone. His works such as "The Furthest Distance in the World," "Dead Water," and "Gazing at the Mountains" were all there for all to see. His results were remarkable and there was no doubt about it. It was impossible that Zhang Ye did not have the confidence or was afraid of losing. If he did not accept the challenge, then there was only one explanation — Zhang Ye was not interested, or he simply did not have the mood to do so.
Everyone jeered.
"Zhang Ye, go up."
"If you don't go, no one from the female teachers' team will go up."
"Yeah, you're the only one in the female teachers' team who's good at composing poems and lyrics."
"This is the last round, and it will decide who wins and who loses. Everyone is having so much fun, but Teacher Zhang Ye, why aren't you giving them any face?"
"Right, let's compete."
After a long while.
When Liao Qi from the male teachers' team saw this, he immediately said, "Since the female teachers' team can't decide on who to send up, then I'll have to embarrass myself first. The theme is about husband and wife, right?"
Referee Li Rui said, "That's right."
Liao Qi asked, "Do you have a brush and ink?"
"Yes." A teacher over there smiled and said, "We specially prepared it for the usual competition. We knew that there would be a segment like this, so we've already prepared everything. Here, it's all over here." He and the other teachers arranged everything neatly and even set up the table. Of course, it was impossible to be so meticulous and particular on the mountaintop, so it was just a simple table with a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Everyone's appetite was whetted.
"It's starting!"
"Teacher Liao is very confident."
"Who do you guys think will win?"
"If Zhang Ye goes up, then his chances of winning are definitely higher. But if Zhang Ye doesn't go up, then there's really no one in the female teachers' team who can beat Teacher Liao."
"I think so too."
"A poem with the theme of husband and wife won't be easy to write."
Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers, Tsinghua University's Chinese Department's Liao Qi slowly walked up to the table and steadied himself. After mulling over it for a while, it looked like he was thinking of something. Then his eyes lit up and he raised his hand to firmly pick up the brush. It was as though he had already thought of something and started writing!
… …
The regular script was written vividly on the paper:
Tying the hair and becoming husband and wife.
Loving each other without doubt.
… …
Without any pause, the poem was completed in one go!
When Liao Qi raised his hand and put down the brush, the surrounding crowd could not help but cheer!
"Great!"
"This poem is so beautiful!"
"There's a concept to it!"
"The description of a husband and wife helping each other in times of hardship is so vivid! It's so great! "
"This poem is really not bad! It rhymes, the theme is clear, and the concept is rich. It's impeccable! "
"This poem will definitely win. Teacher Liao's skill is really high!"
"Yeah, even if Zhang Ye went up, he might not win!"
"That's true. Even if it was written by Zhang Ye, it wouldn't be as good as this, right?"
"That might not be the case. Zhang Ye's poem has more of a strength to it. I think it's much better than this one."
"Different people have different views. When it comes to art, it's always hard to differentiate between good and bad. In any case, I think that Teacher Liao's poem can be said to be perfect!"
The Chinese Literature team's Ma Qi applauded. "Professor Liao, good poem!"
Judge Li Rui also clapped and nodded. "How wonderful!"
Liao Qi smiled. "Thank you, everyone. I was just in the mood to express myself a little."
At this moment, a young man among the three judges looked at the female teachers and said with a smile, "Who wants to come up here? The question has a time limit of ten minutes. If no one answers it, won't they have to drink as punishment? "
Liao Qi smiled and looked at Zhang Ye.
Most of the others' gazes were focused on Zhang Ye.
But who knew that Zhang Ye did not even look at them. With his back to them, he was still eating, throwing scallops and oysters into his mouth like a glutton, unable to get enough of them. It was not that he was posturing, nor was he deliberately keeping a low profile. He really could not bring himself to compete with them in poetry. Was there any meaning to it?
The leader of the female teachers' team, a big sister, walked over. "Little Zhang."
"Ai." Zhang Ye mumbled as he ate, "Uh … what do you think?"
The big sister didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't eat anymore. We're all going to lose. It's a tradition every year. After the group competition, the losing team will not only have to drink as punishment, but also receive a collective punishment at the end. For example, we'll have to perform a group dance or run laps together. It's so embarrassing."
Zhang Ye nodded and continued eating.
Su Na also came over. "Teacher Zhang, go on!"
Zhang Ye said happily, "Your standard is also very high. Go ahead and write. I'll cheer for you."
Su Na smiled helplessly and said, "The standard of my poetry is not up to par. Furthermore, Teacher Liao's poem is at least five levels higher than my half-verbose poetry. I don't want to go up there and embarrass myself. It's all up to you now, Teacher Zhang. You have to help our female teacher team win this round!"
"That's right, Zhang Ye."
"Teacher Zhang, hurry up!"
"We're all depending on you!"
"Don't eat anymore, hurry up and go on stage!"
Many of the female teachers were chattering away. Some of the younger female teachers were more concerned about winning. Perhaps it was because they did not want to be punished, so all of them were staring anxiously at Zhang Ye, wanting to win.
Suddenly, a young male teacher from Tsinghua University spoke up from the crowd. "If Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't dare to go on stage, then let's get someone else to do it."
Liao Qi smiled.
Li Rui and a few others from the Chinese Literature team were also watching the show.
Don't dare?
Don't dare to go on stage?
When Zhang Ye heard that, he looked for the source of the voice and couldn't help but laugh. "I can tell that you guys are trying to goad me into doing it. Do you think that goading will work on me?" Following that, Zhang Ye put down the food in his hands and went on stage. "Yes, it's very effective!"
Su Na laughed, "Pfft!"
Liao Qi: "…"
Li Rui: "…"
The female teachers were all tickled by this!
After wiping his hands clean, Zhang Ye walked up to the counter and asked the three judges, "You're going to write a couple theme, right? There's no limit to the poem? "
Li Rui answered, "Yes."
Zhang Ye nodded and picked up the brush.
At this moment, everyone had already gathered around Zhang Ye. All of them were craning their necks to look at the Xuan paper.
Liao Qi and the others were also among them.
However, even with so many people watching him, Zhang Ye still looked listless. It was clear that he was not very excited. It was as though he had just picked up the brush casually and did not even use his brain to think about it. He raised the brush and hastily started writing on the Xuan paper.
It was in running script:
Withered eyes gazing at the distant mountains and rivers,
How many times have we met,
…
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