Chapter 217： Li Fan is going to be eliminated?

As soon as the question in the second round of the knockout contest came out, the 32 contestants either closed their eyes and meditated, or paced back and forth slowly, or looked at the darkening sky outside the window...

Satisfied or dissatisfied verses gradually emerged in their hearts, and they liked the feeling of creation.

What about netizens? This question is not as heavy as it was yesterday. After they saw the question, they naturally had a heated discussion.

"Tsk tusk, there is still such a wife who is willing to live a poor life with her husband? It shouldn't be possible."

"Khan! Upstairs, people are just a problem. If you are serious, you lose. Besides, there is not necessarily such a wife."

"Yes, I believe there will be such a wife. Ask me why I am still single? I'm just waiting for such a wife to appear."

"All right, all right. Everyone is a single dog, so don't make the reason for being single so high-sounding."

"Oh! This question makes me wait for a single dog."

"Wow, you don't discuss poetry, but discuss singles and wives here. I also convinced you."

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Regardless of how everyone discussed, half an hour passed in a flash. The authors were full of confidence, or they shook their heads and submitted their works. Whether to move on or stop here, leave it to the majority of netizens to judge.

When the time came to 7pm, the game interface that everyone was already familiar with appeared again.

"Okay, okay. Don't bark the single dogs. The competition works are already out. Let's enjoy the works first. Maybe it can bring some comfort to your lonely and impatient hearts."

"Well, the upstairs said it makes sense, then I'm looking for comfort."

"Consolation is indeed found. It's just that Li Fan's poem is a little bit incomprehensible. Is my appreciation level too low?"

"Uh, this... I don't seem to understand, but I seem to be able to read it. It's a strange feeling."

"You single dogs won't be so much as usual. You can't keep up with nutrition, right? What's so difficult to understand?"

"Get out! You know what you say, everyone listen."

"Well, it can only be understood, everyone needs to realize it by yourself. Believe me, Li Fan is a poem, that must be a good poem."

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Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Take a look back at Hua Cong Lazy, half-fate monk, half-fate monarch.

Hey, Li Fan kid used this clever metaphor to express his husband's deep love for his wife incisively and vividly. The twists and turns are euphemistic, unobtrusive, profound and intriguing! "Han Zhong exclaimed in surprise, and exclaimed non-stop.

Bai Yi also praised: "It's really wonderful, too short! Is this really the kid who wrote it in half an hour?"

In fact, all the poems in the knockout games are generally not too good. After all, there is only half an hour. Even a poet known as a genius, without inspiration, can hardly write a good work in half an hour or the like.

Unless, the contest topic happens to match the poem prepared in advance by a certain participating author.

Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "Is it written in half an hour? I don't know. However, the metaphor of the poem by this kid is more skillful and deeper. Netizens with a little less power in poetry, it is estimated for a while. Some don’t understand. This is true."

Han Zhong nodded and said, "Lao Liu has a point. This will not affect the boy's votes. His opponent in this round is Wang Ling."

Bai Yi frowned and said: "It is indeed possible. This poem by Wang Ling is also very good. Although it is quite inferior to Li Fan's poem, the emotion expressed by this poem is understandable at first glance, and the feeling is true. It’s so touching and touching. Many people may vote for this poem."

Han Zhong and Liu Yuan also frowned secretly, thinking in their hearts, "If Li Fan is eliminated in this round, then should I interfere with the result? But this doesn't seem right. Wang Ling's poem is also good. Yes, there is no cheating. It would be unfair to Wang Ling to interfere with the result. But if you don’t interfere, it would be even more unfair to Li Fan. It’s really a nerve-wracking problem."

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Magic City, a residential area.

"Brother Wang, your number of votes is now higher than that of Li Fan. Congratulations, Brother Wang, this round is very likely to pull Li Fan off his horse." Mo Bai smiled.

Wang Ling frowned, and was not excited because he was temporarily ahead of Li Fan in the number of votes, and said: "Brother Mo, I was really confident in my poem before. But I carefully read this poem by Li Fan. After "Li Si", I found that his poem has twists and turns, its charm is endless, and its technique is brilliant. My poem is quite inferior."

Mo Bai shook his head and said: "Brother Wang, this is a competition, not a poetry appreciation. Now Li Fan's poem is too obscure, leaving many netizens unclear. It is a good time for you to canvass votes. The competition is cruel. Besides, The reason why you are ahead of him is based on the fact that your poem is already very good. It is normal for you to win."

Wang Ling nodded, but then shook his head again, and said, "The competition has just started not long ago, and it's too early to say that I won."

"Brother Wang, you still have hope of winning at least here. I am afraid I will stop here. Yan Mu, his strength is really higher than mine, I was a little optimistic before." Lu Ran said bitterly. .

Du Feng comforted: "Now the game is not over and everything has not been finalized. Besides, even if you lose, it can only prove that your poem is inferior to him. Brother Lu should not be so downhearted."

Lu Ran smiled and said, "Brother Du can rest assured that the loss is actually what I expected. I originally just wanted to compete with him. I lost this year, and I can come again next year. I won't just sink into it."

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Beijing, a residential area.

"It used to be difficult for the sea, but Wushan is not a cloud. Take a look back at Hua Cong Lazily, Half-Year Cultivation, Half-Year Monarch. I have to admit that this poem is really well written. Li Fan, the strength is really terrifying." language.

"However, the more this is the case, the more it can arouse my fighting spirit. The stronger the opponent, the more excited I am, the more inspiration it can give me, and the more it allows me to create better works than before."

Yan Mu is now full of expectations for playing against Li Fan. Moreover, they will definitely play against each other. Even if they didn't meet in the knockout stage, they would play against each other after reaching the semifinals.

Of course, the premise is that they can all advance to the semi-finals. Yan Mu is confident that he will definitely enter the semifinals, as for Li Fan...

Yan Mu looked at the votes of Li Fan and Wang Ling, feeling a little helpless, "This kid has written the emotions he wants to express so deeply, he won't be eliminated in this round. It would be a pity that way. ."

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Yan Mu had some regrets, but some others were a little gloating.

Lin Kun laughed loudly and said, "Okay, okay! Unexpectedly, this kid will be eliminated without waiting for Brother Yan to make a move."

Lin Hai and Fang Jing were also smiling: "After waiting for so long, I finally saw this result."

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(To be continued.)