Trinity Studio.
"Ah~sneeze!"
Li Peifeng was chatting and eating with everyone when he suddenly sneezed. He didn't take it seriously. He just went to the bathroom to wash his hands and came back to continue eating.
"What time will it open in the afternoon?"
"It's set at six o'clock. After dinner, we'll go outside to shoot a video."
"Sister Yue, which one to shoot? A three-pointer or a dunk?"
"The one who shoots a midfield three-pointer first and then performs a hip-hop dance. The dunk is a bit difficult. Can you guys take a look at it after class this afternoon and see if you can shoot it."
"good."
There were many people in the room and it was very lively. For some reason, Li Peifeng always felt a chill in his heart. He actually had no appetite for eating, so he simply blended in with the chat: "Have you ever refereed a game recently? The hype of the most beautiful referee can now start preparations.
"
"No." Wu Wenyue shook her head and said, "The CUBA competition just ended in October this year and will not start until next spring."
"What about the CBA? Or the WCBA (Women's Basketball League)?"
"I'm not qualified to referee that kind of game."
Wu Wenyue sighed: "You need international and national-level referee certificates. I am a first-level referee. One of the conditions for wanting to pass the national-level examination is to be a first-level referee for two years. I am still more than half a year away. Moreover.
Even if you have a national-level certificate, you may not be able to be sanctioned. You have to..."
Wu Wenyue pointed at it, raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you understand?"
"There must be someone up there?"
Li Peifeng was shocked and confused: "Isn't the person above you the same as me?"
Of course he didn't say this. With so many people present, Wu Wenyue was thin-skinned and easily shy.
"If it doesn't work, just participate in a city-level competition first, or competitions within universities." Li Peifeng suggested: "The sooner this persona is established, the better the effect will be."
"I think so too. Recently, a teacher from the Sports Institute told me that there will be a basketball game jointly organized by the government and state-owned enterprises in early November that needs referees. He may take me to referee by then..."
While the two were chatting, Li Peifeng's cell phone rang, and the caller was Bai Xiaoyang. When he picked up the call, he was slightly startled when he heard what the other party said.
"Ask me to be a judge of the Love Poetry Contest? Isn't it good for me to be both a judge and a contestant?"
"It's okay. There are more than ten judges. You are certainly not qualified to review your work. Come quickly, classroom 205, Building 03."
"Wait a minute. I'll discuss with my secretary whether I can change my schedule."
"Secretary? Do you still have a secretary? Do you need me to send a car to pick you up?"
After Bai Xiaoyang finished teasing, he hung up the phone.
Li Peifeng looked at Wu Wenyue, who didn't care: "Go ahead, you won't be able to help me make a video later, just come back before the meeting."
"Okay." Li Peifeng accelerated his meal, but several people in the studio laughed and said:
"Brother Feng, we have also submitted submissions for the Love Poetry Contest!"
“Please pay attention when writing reviews.”
"I heard that if you win the prize, it will be published in the magazine, and there will be a royalties of 50 to 100. If I win the award, I will treat you to a meal, Brother Feng!"
"Don't talk about that. I am selfless and upright!"
Li Peifeng was vague, quickly finished his meal and rushed to school.
He is also very curious about what poems contemporary college students can write. The charm of words is endless. Regardless of whether the poems are good or bad, a quick glance may give some inspiration for his own creation.
"There are so many people."
Li Peifeng stepped into the classroom and found fifteen or sixteen men and women sitting in the front row of the room. They all bowed their heads at their desks, holding pens and notebooks to make corrections. The selection seemed to have begun.
"finally come?"
A handsome man about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin build and a beautiful face approached with a smile on his face and handed Li Peifeng a book printed on A4 paper: "This is a book of poems. Do you have a pen?"
"Pleasant Goat, you know me well. I, Yushu Linfeng and Li Peifeng, don't need to wear a coat when I go out, but I must carry a pen in my pocket!"
Li Peifeng couldn't help but take the notebook with one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, and took out a pen as if by magic.
"I understand, I understand, even if I freeze to death, I have to pretend to be cool!"
Bai Xiaoyang is about 1.8 meters tall. He wears jeans and a white shirt. He lives up to his name. He has very white skin and a sunny appearance. He also has an optimistic personality and loves to laugh. In addition, his name contains the character "Yang", which earned him his nickname.
;Happy sheep.
"No more kidding."
Li Peifeng took the book and thumbed through it, and said seriously: "How to do it?"
"This is the second review. There are fifty-eight poems in the book, all of which have passed the audition and are eye-catching. Each judge needs to nominate ten favorite poems from them, write down the author's name or the title of the poem, and then everyone
Let’s discuss together and send the ten songs with the most nominations to the finals, put them online for students to vote, and finally rank them according to the number of votes.”
"Understood!"
"Also, you are not allowed to nominate yourself." Bai Xiaoyang grinned: "You have two poems that passed the audition."
"That's really nice."
Li Peifeng nodded without surprise and took his book to find a seat. When he saw Shen Liao and Bai Qingchuan sitting together, he couldn't help but move to sit near them.
Both of them are members of the literary club, so it is natural for them to be judges of the competition.
"The heroes are here too. Is there anyone you like better?"
"have."
Bai Qingchuan looked at the poetry album with a solemn expression and said without a smile: "But I won't say it!"
Li Peifeng was shocked: "Hey, are you just playing?"
Shen Liao looked upright: "Seriously, what kind of occasion is this? We are reviewing and grading manuscripts. Before the discussion, no communication is allowed between the judges to prevent fraud!"
Li Peifeng hummed: "Brother Shen taught you a lesson...but I still want to ask, was the poem your boy wrote was eliminated during the audition? Otherwise, you will definitely ask me to raise my hand secretly now."
Shen Liao's face froze, and Bai Qingchuan laughed and answered for him: "Brother Shen wrote six poems, but none of them passed. Many classmates called him the 'Enter Poet'. You can put your hand down as usual."
"Oh~ that's such a pity!" Li Peifeng said in a long tone, laughing while starting to read the poetry album.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shen Liao was filled with resentment, complaining that "Enter poets are also poets", "Everyone who knows how to enter is a poet" and "Anyone who deifies the title of poet must be executed." Then he dismissed it, "There are so many different personal aesthetics, how can I rank poems, songs, and poems?" "My poems are not eliminated, they are just a small audience that no one appreciates."
Li Peifeng ignored it and calmly entered the reading state, flipping through the poem book from the beginning.
The theme of this love poetry contest is open. The so-called love can be about nature, country, life, family affection, friendship, love... But college students and young people mostly write about the latter; love.
"The teacher said that when writing poetry, there must be a starting point, a succession, a transition, and a transition."
"I looked out the window at the swaying shadows of flowers."
"But I wrote you, you, you, you"
——Michelin spare tire
"The goose-yellow light puts our shadows on the ground."
"I extend my hand"
"The shadow also reaches out its hand"
"This is the only touch we have"
——Wongcai
"Following you silently"
"Except for the shadow"
"And I"
——Beihua Division’s biggest grievance
These stinky bitches! Nothing to write about except unrequited love?
Li Peifeng had no empathy. As he turned the page, he sighed in disappointment: "Are these fifty-eight poems all thick and sticky? The whole world is engaged in economic development, but we are still talking about love. This class of college students has pills!”
"Thicken it?"
Shen Liao didn't know what he was thinking of. He shivered and felt a chill: "You told me you were sick!"
"Hi~ha~"
Bai Qingchuan silently took out a small wine bottle from his arms, took a sip, and let out a long breath: "School boy, please read the second song on page 11, you should like it."
"Is it?"
Li Peifeng became interested, quickly turned to the designated page, glanced at it, and read it aloud in his mind.
"I hate the strong wind in the world"
"I hate the scumbag in this world and I will never die"
"Go to hell"
——The woman who stabbed Li Peifeng
"Hold!"
Li Peifeng cursed secretly and put a cross on the poem: "This is not okay. If you don't say whether the content is healthy or not, the pen name is against the rules. This may mean some scumbag is threatening me. I should eliminate it in the audition." Lose!"
"I think it's pretty good." Shen Liao smiled evilly.
"What a fart!"
Li Peifeng directly took a look at the nomination list on his desk, then stood up to look at Bai Daxia's list. He didn't see the poem, so he felt relieved: "Very good, just judge, don't make a fool of yourself, our literary club We still need to maintain normal literary aesthetics.”
Bai Xiaoyang walked over with his hands behind his back and knew what he was talking about. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, just choose your poem. It will be done before five o'clock today."
Li Peifeng looked at him: "Pleasant Goat, you deliberately put it in the second trial just to see my lazy sheep's jokes, right?"
"Hey, you're right!"
Bai Xiaoyang laughed and said: "If you didn't come today, this poem might actually be in the top ten and let the students vote."
"Then I think the literary club has no shame!"
Li Peifeng waved his hand away and continued to review the manuscripts. There was nothing he particularly wanted to nominate. Some of the papers seemed to be very good, but he always felt that something was missing. There was no love-at-first-sight experience. Simply put, there was no empathy.
He kept reading and reading, and when it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Peifeng also read the last two pages of the poem book, and he finally found a poem that could touch his heart;
"We fell in love in a dream"
"See the world side by side on horseback"
"I dance the Jianghu sword, you hold the tender string"
"The clear water by the lake takes care of the migration of butterflies"
"The bonfire spreads its scorching flames"
"Look at the stars falling into your eyes"
"The moon loves you, not just every day after you wake up from a dream."
Li Peifeng savored it carefully several times. The more he read, the more he felt that the picture depicted in this poem was inexplicably familiar, including the emotions in it. He could completely understand it!
Li Peifeng subconsciously looked at the signature of the poem, two words: "Anonymous"
It's a bit interesting to hide your head and show your tail...
"Overjoyed, Lao Bai!"
Li Peifeng vaguely had an answer in his mind, but he still got up and grabbed Bai Xiaoyang. He held the poetry book in his hand, pointed at the poem and asked, "Do you know who submitted this manuscript?"
Bai Xiaoyang looked at him, then looked down at the poem carefully, shook his head and said, "I don't know, this is the only one among the fifty-eight poems that is unsigned, and there is no contact information."
"Then how did she submit the manuscript?"
"TT email." Bai Xiaoyang answered with a smile: "At that time, I wanted to add her as a TT friend, ask her what her name was, and later choose a good publishing fee, but she didn't seem to agree. But it doesn't matter, I
I feel like this poem is just average and probably won’t make the top ten...Why, you like it so much?"
Li Peifeng showed hesitation: "It's not that I like it, it's a very special kind." After speaking, he said directly: "Tell me her TT number."
"Then I'll look for it."
Bai Xiaoyang said oh, took out his mobile phone and opened the TT mailbox software. After sliding the screen for a moment, he opened it: "No, that's the number."
"6850...Okay, you go ahead and get busy." Li Peifeng silently noted it down, turned back to his seat and opened TT on his mobile phone.
Click to add friends.
Enter the account number.
Add to……
No need to add them, they are already friends!
"The heart of the cloud and the nature of the moon."
Li Peifeng looked at the search results displayed on the screen and laughed silently, thinking that I have caught you!!
"I didn't expect you to be such an old Zhao!"
…
At the entrance of the AllBright Apartment Community, it was time for classes to end, and most of the North China Normal University students living in the community had left school and returned to their rental houses.
Just beside the road, a white new energy BMW car was parked in an inconspicuous corner.
Zhao Qingge sat in the car, scanning the crowds passing by, narrowing his eyes slightly, and thought to himself: "You'd better not let me catch you."
This chapter has been completed!