My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 117
Seeing Xia Xing silent for a long time, Meng Hua knew that he was a little too embarrassed for Xia Xing, and said, "Xia Xing, if you think it's too much, let it be. Your grades are good, so even if you can't answer it, it depends on your creative talent. I can offer you a position behind the scenes at the station."

Forget it?

Why forget it.

Xia Xing was already very upset.

You guys, since you are openly interviewing the public, why do you still make internal decisions? Now you have no way to make things difficult for me, aren't you just doing ancient words?

The 5000-year civilization of China in the previous life, Li Bai, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, which poems written by them are not shocking and weeping ghosts and gods.

If you want to embarrass me, you have miscalculated.

"Okay, since you can't create anything, don't waste time, let the next one come up." Meng Hua has already opened the last resume of Li Kai.

Xia Xing was still selecting which poem to use in the system.

After all, there were too many poets who wrote about the moon in the previous life, so of course Xia Xing had to carefully select them.

"Are you okay or not? Our time is very tight." Another judge said impatiently.

At this time, the other judges also decided that Xia Xing would definitely not be able to create ancient poems in such a short time.

Not to mention Xia Xing, any one of them would not be able to complete such a difficult test question.

Under everyone's questioning eyes, Xia Xing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, looked up at the ceiling with his hands behind his back, and began to recite.

"When will the moon come in the blue sky? I'll stop drinking today and ask. People can't get to the bright moon, but the moon travels with people. It's as bright as a flying mirror near Danque, and the green smoke is exhausted. It's clear and bright. But see the night from the sea. Come on, does Ning know Xiang Yunjian? The white rabbit smashes medicine for autumn and spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to? People today do not see the moon in ancient times, but this moon once illuminated the ancients.

After a pause, under the shocked eyes of several judges, Xia Xing recited the last two lines: "I only hope that when the song meets the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup."

Xia Xing's voice fell, but the lingering sound was still lingering in the room.

Listening to this ancient poem, the entire interview hall was silent.

Meng Hua was shocked.

Luo Ying covered her mouth in surprise.

Not only them, but several other judges were also stunned by this poem.

Even Mu Ke held the coffee, and didn't even realize that the coffee spilled on his body.

Seeing the stunned expressions of several judges, Xia Xing couldn't help coughing twice.

At this time, several judges were relieved from the artistic conception of Xia Xing's poems.

"Good poem!" Meng Hua couldn't help shouting.

"Oh my god, this poem is simply too beautiful." Luo Ying couldn't help but said.

"This poem is simply amazing, even comparable to those masters of poetry in ancient times." Mu Ke couldn't help admiring.

"It's so awesome, this poem is so amazing, if it doesn't work, I will write it down and play it on my show later."

Several other judges also praised it one after another.

Clap clap!Meng Hua even took the lead in applauding.

Meng Hua has been studying poetry for a long time, he naturally knows the artistic conception of this poem, this poem is simply amazing.

This poem was written by Xia Xing's predecessor Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is written from wine to the moon, and from the moon to the wine.
In addition, the four sentences turn to rhyme, the levels are interchanged, and the cadence is up and down. In the previous life, it was a classic classic ancient poem describing the moon.

In Meng Hua's ears, the poems of Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, are natural and classic.

Even Meng Hua can be sure that if this poem is shown to a few old friends of his Writers Association, they will definitely be shocked.

"By the way, what's the name of your poem?" Meng Hua couldn't help asking.

Xia Xing replied: "This poem is called "Ask the Moon with Wine".

"It's so good to ask the moon about wine, good poetry, good poetry, Xia Xing, you really let me know what a real poem is today, I admire you, I will give you full marks for this interview, no less than [-] is not too much. "

Hearing Meng Hua's praise, the expressions of several judges looking at Xia Xing changed.

The song "Spring" just created has surprised them a little, and this poem has reached the realm of ancient masters.

This poem not only conquered Meng Hua, but also conquered everyone present.

In fact, Meng Hua wanted Xia Xing to retreat in the first place, but he did not expect to create such a classic poem.

This young man is nothing short of a genius.

Meng Hua said with a smile: "Okay, go out and wait for the results. If the last contestant's score is not as good as yours, you will be successfully admitted."

Xia Xing's score was an astonishing full score. The two judges who gave Xia Xing a low score at the beginning had already silently changed the score to [-].

As for the last player, in their eyes, it was just a formality.

In their eyes, Xia Xing had already been admitted.

It takes about 5 minutes for the average person to come out of the interview, but Xia Xing took 15 minutes for the interview.

Seeing Xia Xing coming out, Li Kai snorted coldly: "Boy, wait for me to come out later, call him Grandpa."

Xia Xing nodded and said, "Good grandson, grandpa is waiting for you to come out!"

"You, hmph, let me tell you clearly, the only one admitted this time is mine, no matter how good you perform, it's useless!" Li Kai snorted coldly.

He was also a little nervous when Xia Xing didn't come out just now, so he called his father.

Li Gang gave him reassurance, telling him that he was the one for this spot, even if he didn't perform well, it would be fine.

Therefore, Li Kai walked into the interview hall with confidence.

Xia Xing had just left the interview hall, and several judges had already started to compete for Xia Xing.

Meng Hua coughed: "I like this Xia Xing, and he will be a member of our art station in the future."

"Old Meng, didn't you just say that you like that young man named Bi Ruwei? Xia Xing majored in journalism, which is more suitable for our news station." A middle-aged woman wearing glasses said.

"No, no, this young man is a rare genius. I, Meng Hua, haven't met such a good seed for so long..."

When several people were arguing, a timid voice sounded: "Uncles and aunts, you are too embarrassed to praise me, I am actually not that good."

This voice made several people stunned for a moment, and looked down.

I saw a small fleshy eye looking up at the few people shamelessly.

Nima, where did this monster come from?

In fact, Li Kai used to come to the radio station frequently, and Meng Hua and the others knew each other, but Xia Xing used the Forgotten Pollen, so they temporarily forgot about him.

"Hello, Uncle, Auntie." Li Kai greeted several people with a smile.

"Who is your uncle or aunt? Hurry up and draw questions. We are short on time." Meng Hua interrupted Li Kai impatiently.

"Uncle Meng, you don't know me anymore?" Li Kai said aggrievedly.

"Damn, who is your uncle, do we know each other? Hurry up, or we will be eliminated directly." Meng Hua said angrily.

Li Kai saw that these uncles and aunts who were usually pleasant to him now turned out to have fierce expressions, and he felt a little guilty.

But soon Li Kai calmed down, these people must be pretending not to know me.

Yes, yes, it must be so.

(End of this chapter)