Chapter 226 Title: Festival

"Okay, stop!"

The large screen stopped abruptly as Sabinin spoke, and two large, white characters appeared on it: Festival.

Chen Feng looked at the two words, smiled, and said to himself that he really felt bad about participating in such a program.

Because it was really too much of a bullying, especially bullying a group of elderly people.

Is it a holiday?

He had no idea how many people would go completely mad when he took out that poem. It was the work of a literary superstar on Earth, a work of unparalleled brilliance.

As soon as the holiday was announced, the four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, frowned and began to think deeply.

Then he started typing on a computer prepared by the staff, which was done so that it could be projected onto a large screen for all viewers to see.

In contrast, Chen Feng didn't move at all, instead curiously watching the group of old men without any sense of tension.

The audience was quite surprised when they saw the title of the poem, because in China, there are not many good poems about festivals, and they are very difficult to write.

Poetry, whether it's bold and unrestrained, grand and magnificent, or tender and sentimental, sad and desolate—in short, without these elements, it feels like it loses its artistic conception and isn't as good.

Therefore, poems about festivals are few and far between, and very common.

"Wait, what is Chen Feng doing? Why isn't he moving?"

"I told you, he can't write poetry at all. He's completely given up and is just trying to make a joke."

He remained unmoved by the audience's discussions; he was now very curious about what kind of festival poems these four could write.

Across from them, the four elders looked grave and were discussing something at length, seemingly struggling with their work.

Indeed, it is difficult to write poems about festivals, at least for the people of Earth.

At this moment, even four great calligraphers, Lu Weichang and Ma, participated in the discussion, clearly indicating that poems about festivals are very difficult to write.

The people in this world haven't learned how to map things out yet.

After a ten-minute discussion, Ren Pingsheng began typing, and it was clear that he had a general outline.

Finally, the poem seemed to have taken shape, and the four elders were checking it. They stroked their beards, nodded repeatedly, sometimes with smiles on their faces, and sometimes deep in thought.

After some discussion, the group nodded and gestured to the host, Sabinen.

"Alright, please give a round of applause to welcome our Huayu team, the four elders Yu, Ren, Yuan and Liu, who have written their first poem in just half an hour."

"Wow!"

The applause from the audience was intense; they thought it was impressive. You see, inspiration doesn't just come on cue. Take writing a book, for example. Without inspiration, you're just writing nonsense that even you can't stand.

"Now, let's see what Wind Whisperer Chen... uh... Mr. Chen is up to?"

"Shh..."

The audience booed. Sabinen was stunned. Damn it, this son of a bitch fell asleep on stage.

At this moment, Chen Feng was fast asleep, his eyes half-closed, his head propped up on his hand, drooling.

The judges, Li Siye, and Bai Yizhong, were speechless.

"That brat..."

He opened his mouth to curse, but then realized he couldn't continue. They had the right to be arrogant. Just thinking about their first meeting, that kid's superb painting skills, flowing calligraphy, and timeless poetry were enough to make the whole of China despair.

"Mr. Chen, wake up!"

Sa Beining has been a professional host for thirty years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation. Damn, he is really a weirdo. How can you sleep in such a place?

"Hahaha, it has to be me, Fengshen! Completely unpretentious, awesome!"

"This is like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water; I can't write it anyway, I might as well go to sleep."

"Is the Wind God trying to find the Sage in his dream to help him? That's hilarious, hahaha."

"Sigh... If you don't have the ability, don't go up there. Now you're doing this, it's really embarrassing."

Clearly, some viewers who disliked Chen Feng also made comments.

Chen Feng opened his eyes groggily, somewhat annoyed. He was so tired that he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up.

"What are you doing? Have you finished writing yet?"

"I've finished writing, now I'm just waiting for you."

Sabinen explained with a smile.

"Let's release it to the audience first, and see what level these so-called professional poets who have studied poetry for many years are at in terms of their poetry writing."

Chen Feng yawned and said nonchalantly.

"You bastard, if you can't write one, then just quit the music industry according to the bet. Stop pretending to be crazy. If you're so capable, write one and let the audience see it first."

Yuan Chengfeng's face was very ugly.

"Hehe, I'm giving you face by letting you show yours first. If I had shown mine first, I'm afraid you would never dare to show it to others in your entire life."

Chen Feng was telling the truth, because he had already decided whose poems he wanted to copy: Xin Qiji, his favorite.

"What a joke! How can we easily show our poems to others? They are all for textbooks. Although they are far inferior to the timeless masterpieces like 'Prelude to Water Melody' that the program team showed at the beginning, they are still far inferior to yours."

Liu Mubai spoke up.

"So, you don't want to show it first?"

"Enough with the nonsense, write if you're going to write, or get out and quit the music scene."

"Okay, I'll write it!"

Chen Feng looked at the arrogant look on the other side, shook his head, and said to Sa Beining, "Once I utter my poem, I will be invincible. You'd better have your staff ready. If the other side can't take it and vomits blood and dies, you will be held responsible."

Sa Beining was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Feng with a blank expression, his head buzzing, thinking to himself how much fake alcohol this guy had drunk to be so narcissistic.

Chen Feng knew they didn't believe him, so he didn't say much and started writing on the spot.

In just a moment, he had finished it in one stroke.

"Alright, since the other party doesn't dare to show it first, then I'll show you my poem first."

Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Bai Yizhong was the most excited; he even wanted to go down and snatch it.

Others may not know that Chen Feng produced this, but does he? It's bound to be another legendary hit. This time, Huayu is probably going to have a few people lying in the hospital.

"It's done?"

"Kid, do you think this is like putting on your underwear, something you can just whip up in a flash? What kind of rubbish did you write so fast?"

The four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, launched into a mocking mode and developed an extreme aversion to Chen Feng.

In their view, this Chen style is ruining poetry and defiling the literary community.

"No way, he just finished with that?"

"Damn it, nobody believes that writing poetry is that simple. If that's true, then I can do it too."

"It's just sex, isn't it? Anyone can do that. I never knew how to turn something like that into a poem."

"I guess Fengshen must have written 1 two three four five six seven, seven six five four three two one."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the audience couldn't believe that Chen Feng had actually written a normal poem.

"What is the boss doing? He made a bet with someone and lost, so he has to retire from the music industry. How can he still be so irresponsible?"

"Sigh...don't say anymore, Xiao Chen probably can't write poetry, this is really the end for us."

"Sister Qingning, what should we do? How can you still laugh?"

Zhang Xiaopang and his group were stunned to see Li Qingning smiling.