Reality Show: Know Your Other Half

When they saw the score on the screen, everyone cried out in alarm.    

Although it wasn't a full score, this score was already extremely high.    

It wasn't easy to reach this level.    

Zhang Rui looked at this score and frowned slightly, seeming to be a little unhappy.    

He personally felt that it should be higher.    

But now... forget it. Anyway, this score was enough.    

Zhang Rui shook his head. He felt that there was no need for him to worry about the score.    

After all, the three judges in front of him were all people in the industry.    

Among them was the highly respected Elder Lu.    

It was already very good that their works were worthy of their attention.    

The others might not even be able to reach 90 points.    

Zhang Rui sat in his seat and waited silently.    

Not long after, another person finished writing a poem.    

The judges continued to appraise the poem, but this time it was not as high as Zhang Rui's score.    

After that, the scores of several people in a row were only around 50, or even lower.    

This scene was very surprising.    

Damn, I thought this round was quite simple, but I didn't expect them to get so little points.    

The main reason was that the first person got too high a score, giving people the illusion that I can do it too.    

That was indeed the case. Although I'm not his fan, I have to admit that this person is indeed capable.    

Although I don't understand poetry, just by looking at what they write, I can tell that this person's standard is indeed not bad.    

In the live broadcast room, Lin Wuyue's fans could still be considered rational.    

After seeing Zhang Rui's poems, they didn't belittle his strength impractical.    

Instead, they agreed with his standards.    

However, these words changed in the ears of Zhang Rui's fans.    

They thought that Lin Wuyue would lose, so they found a good excuse in advance.    

This made them even more proud.    

Did you see your brother's true level? Don't think that just because you passed the first round by luck, you would be able to walk on.    

Poetry? People write poems every year, and now they also write hundreds of poems. Your God Yue will never be able to write that much in his entire life.    

Don't be a coward. If you have the ability, continue to be tough!    

He admitted defeat just like that?    

All sorts of provocative words filled the live broadcast room.    

And their confidence came from Zhang Rui.    

...    

"Indeed, writing poems is a lot harder for people nowadays."    

Elder Lu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.    

He was also quite helpless about this phenomenon.    

Currently, only Zhang Rui's poem had gotten 95 points.    

As for the people behind them, they even went easy on them to appraise them.    

But even so, they still couldn't get 90 points.    

If this continued, perhaps only Zhang Rui would be able to advance in the end.    

The difference between a professional and an amateur could be seen with the naked eye.    

"Although these people also like traditional culture, after all, everyone only has spare time to learn. They definitely can't compare to Zhang Rui."    

"There's even less to say compared to the people in the past. My child is now reading short video novels every day. He has very little time to read."    

Li Heng couldn't help but complain. This was also the current situation of the era, and there was no way to change it.    

If it wasn't for the fact that he really liked reading, he would only feel that the words were dry and boring.    

It was far less interesting than video games.    

If this continued, perhaps in a few decades, no one would be able to write poems.    

"Isn't this also the meaning of our event? Although the standard is average, it's still very enthusiastic."    

"Using this program to make more people interested in traditional culture, it will definitely develop again."    

Elder Lu was still full of hope for the future.    

His words also attracted the approval of the two people.    

The second round of the competition was approaching its end.    

Elder Lu shifted his gaze to Lin Wuyue, his heart filled with anticipation.    

From the couplet just now, it could be seen that this person had real strength.    

He just didn't know what kind of poem he would be able to write.    

It could make their eyes light up.    

At this moment, Lin Wuyue had finished writing.    

The judges instantly perked up and prepared to take a good look at his work.    

When will the bright moon appear? He asked the blue sky about the wine. He didn't know what year it would be in the palace in the sky.    

I want to return with the wind, but I'm also afraid of the jade buildings. It's too cold at the top. I want to dance in the clear shadows, what does it look like to be in the mortal world?    

When they read to this point, the three people's breathing became rapid.    

Deep in their eyes, there was a strong interest and ecstasy.    

There were no flaws at all in the upper level, it could be called perfect!    

Elder Lu could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and wanted to finish reading the rest of the content.    

Indeed, he was right.    

This person called Lin Wuyue was indeed skilled!    

He turned to the Zhu Pavilion and looked down on everyone else without any sleep. If one should not hate, what was the point of saying goodbye to Shi Yuan?    

People have happiness and separation, and the moon is full and round. This was an ancient problem.    

He hoped that he would live a long life, and that he would be able to live a thousand miles in a single day.    

"Good, good, good!"    

When he finished reading the last sentence, Elder Lu said the word 'good' three times in a row.    

Even he was in admiration of this word!    

No one present, including himself, could write better than this word!    

It should be said that no poem related to the Mid-Autumn Festival was better than this one!    

At least Elder Lu thought so.    

If this poem was the second one, there would be no first one.    

"It's too perfect. Is this person really an amateur?"    

Li Heng's expression was dull and he found it hard to believe.    

An amateur could write such a good poem?    

What kind of joke was this?    

But Lin Wuyue's name was indeed very unfamiliar to him.    

He was not a person from the Writers' Association.    

"Sure enough, the saying 'experts among the people' isn't false. It's too awesome."    

The three judges praised the poem.    

They even felt that they were not qualified to comment on this poem.    

However, they still had to do their work.    

Then, Elder Lu announced the results. Full marks!    

When they saw this score, everyone could not sit still anymore.    

Zhang Rui stood up straight and blurted out, "Impossible!"    

He even suspected that the system was wrong and added a zero.    

How could it be possible for him to get full marks?    

Lin Wuyue's poem could conquer three judges?    

And how could he possibly be higher than him!    

Not only him, but the other people present were also discussing animatedly.    

They were all discussing the value of this perfect score.    

Elder Lu saw this and slowly stood up to signal for everyone to quiet down.    

Then he explained, "Everyone, don't be anxious. This score is not a problem."    

"The reason why we gave full marks is because we can only give so many points. In my opinion, Mr. Lin's words can't be measured with points."    

"In the entire poetry industry, he can be called number one!"    

As soon as these words were spoken, thousands of waves were instantly stirred up.    

The voices of the discussions were even louder than before.    

The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was endless, and it even refreshed the previous records.    

There was only one problem in everyone's mind.    

What exactly did Lin Wuyue write?    

Why was it so good?    

Everyone stared at the screen.    

Finally, the poem written by Lin Wuyue appeared in front of everyone.    

Zhang Rui was unconvinced in his heart, and he earnestly read the poem.    

His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction at the beginning, and then shock at the end.    

"This, this was written by Lin Wuyue? "    

"How could he have such skill!"