He seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by Lu Yuan's cooking skills.
He couldn't remember anything else.
The only thing I remember is that the weather was very gloomy that day.
Just as dark as his heart.
Are you a fucking cook?
He turned his head subconsciously not to look at Penguin Boy.
There is no other reason.
I just don't want to see Lu Yuan's shameless face.
although……
He is wearing a penguin hood.
"Wow, do you run a restaurant?" When everyone was briefly stunned, Jiajia walked around Lu Yuan and then looked at Lu Yuan jokingly.
"Well, I think I own a restaurant."
"Wow, are we in for a treat today? I'm a standard foodie, Penguin Boy."
"Ahem, my cooking skills may have deteriorated a bit."
"Oh, okay, but even if it's a step back, it shouldn't be bad..."
"Yeah, so-so, haha."
"Haha, don't be modest!" Jiajia laughed. She thought this chubby penguin boy was quite interesting. At least it gave her a very stable feeling.
As for the identity of this penguin boy...
Well, Jiajia would never guess it.
"Jiajia, do you have any more questions to ask? If you don't want to ask, just change to the next one..." He Ming smiled and shook his head.
Mr. Lu’s smoke bomb is pretty big. If you weren’t familiar with the inside story, you wouldn’t be able to guess it...
It seems that the difficulty has doubled.
"Oh, let me ask the last question..."
"OK."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jiajia stared into Lu Yuan's eyes and smiled.
"No." Lu Yuan shook his fat hood and shook his head in a natural voice without any trace of PS.
"Why do men who are good at cooking have no girlfriends?"
"Should a man who can cook have a girlfriend?"
"That's right, okay, Teacher He, I can't guess, let's go next..." Jiajia circled around Lu Yuan again and finally gave up. She has no research on poetry, and she doesn't usually do it.
attention, so even if she had the chance to ask questions she didn’t know what to ask...
"Haha, okay, let's change to the next one. Shen Zhiwei, do you have any questions for Penguin Boy? By the way, I can only ask two questions..." He Ming glanced at him and kept looking tragically off camera.
Shen Zhiwei on the background board.
"Yeah!" Shen Zhiwei nodded. After noticing the direction of the camera, he came to Lu Yuan very seriously and turned around. After thinking for a while, he showed a smile that seemed to understand, "Do you weigh more than 150?
"
"no."
"Oh? Do you write mainly modern poetry or classical poetry?"
"Well, for now, I should be a classical poet."
"You are Teacher Guo Jingyao Guo!"
"no……"
"..."
After Shen Zhiwei saw the rejection, he couldn't think of anything else for a while. He hesitated and shook his head.
He said he couldn't guess it.
"An Xiao, you look ready to make a move, you can ask me the next question..." He Ming knew that Lu Yuan's identity was now shrouded in a thick layer of fog, which would probably be difficult to uncover.
"Is your hometown located in Jiangsu or Zhejiang?"
"Well, yes."
"Are you under thirty years old?"
"yes."
An Xiao frowned, looked at the penguin boy up and down, and then stared at Lu Yuan's eyes, which seemed to reveal a hint of sharpness.
This sharpness seemed to be able to see through Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan also stared into her eyes, his eyes were very calm, and he seemed to be confident...
The two of them just looked at each other, looking at each other...
"You should be Feng Ming, the youngest representative of the classical poetry school. No, you must be Teacher Feng Ming." An Xiao finally came up with such a name after thinking for a long time. He doesn't have a girlfriend, and he's not fat.
A chef and a poet...
An Xiao really couldn't think of anyone else.
"I'm not..." Lu Yuan laughed.
He suddenly discovered that it felt very good to be drunk alone while others were drunk.
He just stood here and let everyone guess, and no one could guess who he was.
Very comfortable.
"..."
An Xiao took a deep breath. At this moment, she was really at a loss. She almost thought about all the people in the modern classical poetry school who met this condition, but she still couldn't find any answer.
Isn't this person the kind of poet who has just emerged but is unknown? If that's the case, it wouldn't be normal.
But it's impossible. The program "Happy Camp" can't find such a poet with no credentials, right? Otherwise, wouldn't we be making a joke? Except that the entire Xiangnan TV station is crazy, otherwise this would make sense and make sense.
unreasonable……
An Xiao said she couldn't understand.
"Director Wei, do you have anything to ask?"
"I...I'd better forget it...I don't read much poetry on weekdays. Even if I asked, I wouldn't be able to guess it...haha."
"Where are you, Director Li?"
"Me too."
Fatty Wei really didn't want to engage in such a nasty scene with Lu Yuan.
He was really shocked by Lu Yuan's position as a chef.
At this moment, he wanted to quietly serve as a backdrop and wait for the moment when the mystery would be revealed...
As for Li Qi...
Seeing that Fatty Wei was acting as a backdrop, he might as well become a backdrop himself.
"Oh, okay, where is Shuyao?"
"I feel like you are an acquaintance of mine. I have a hunch that we must have met before. Have we met within the past six months?"
"Well, I've seen it before." Lu Yuan looked at Liu Shuyao and smiled.
"Oh...I guess you are more than just a poet and a chef. Well, you must have other identities in the industry, right? I mean in the entertainment industry, can you name another identity? Well, I
I doubt that your identity as a poet is just a cover-up!" Liu Shuyao asked this question very seriously.
She felt that the penguin boy's identity as a poet might be a cover. She felt that everyone might be confused by the identity of a poet. After all, in today's society, just writing a random poem can be considered a poet, right?
She can be considered a poet.
"Well, actually I'm still a singer..."
"Are you a singer-songwriter or..."
"This is the third question..."
"Oh." Liu Shuyao shook his head and then looked at Lu Yuan for a long time and finally closed his eyes. "I can't guess...but I know that you are definitely not a poet, at least not the kind of poet who is officially recognized!"
Lu Yuan was silent.
He didn't know whether he was officially recognized or not, and he had never even paid attention to it.
After coming to this world, he only plagiarized two poems...
Does this count as a poet? Lu Yuan doesn’t think it counts.
"Okay, okay, Shuyao, you are wrong about this. He is a poet recognized by the official Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and his poems are quite highly rated by the official...Okay, Little Bear, what do you want to ask Penguin Boy?
?”
"Then... I would like to ask, what type of songs do you usually sing?"
"Let's rock and roll for now."
"Do you have many fans on Weibo, at least over 100,000?"
"yes."
"Then you should be Weibo's rock star, Wei Shi!" The host named Xiaoxiong pushed up his glasses, acted cool in front of the camera and finally looked at Lu Yuan.
"no……"
"..."
Well, he also stopped eating at this moment.
After the meal is over, it will continue to serve as his background.
The audience below were also left speechless. With so many conditions and so many questions, they still didn’t find out who this penguin boy was. This is really speechless...
The audience couldn't guess who this man was.
Although they couldn't guess it, they became more and more curious about the identity of this penguin boy...
Who is this person? He sings rock music, is an officially recognized poet, and is a chef. This is really confusing.
Is there really such a person in this world?
"Penguin boy... we can't guess who you are. Well, you win..." He Ming laughed. "Before the reveal, I saw that all the guests had doubts about your identity as a poet. I miss you."
Can you write a poem on the spot to dispel these people’s suspicions first?”
"Ahem, ahem, Teacher He, don't put your hat on me. I'm not a poet. I'm just an amateur..."
"Haha, no, you are being modest. Although you don't have many poems, it is absolutely impossible for an amateur to compare with you. I have inquired and found that many leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are full of praise for your poems."
"Haha, that's all ridiculous praise, ridiculous praise..." Lu Yuan continued to shake the heavy back sleeve.
"Mr. Penguin Boy, look, we and the audience are all looking at you. How about you write a poem on the spot to dispel our doubts? Or recite a poem you have written."
At this time, Jia came to Lu Yuan's side and was very excited.
"Yes, let me listen to a random song." An Xiao also looked at Lu Yuan.
She felt really weird.
"Okay, okay... Don't push Mr. Penguin Boy, his identity as a poet is undoubted. You will know when he takes off his hood..." After seeing Lu Yuan's silence, He Ming felt that these people had made Lu Yuan
Feeling a little embarrassed, I am ready to get over this embarrassment,
After all, writing poetry or anything else requires inspiration. If you have inspiration, it’s really easy to say. If you don’t have inspiration, then there’s no point in trying. Anyway, the show’s effect is pretty good now. When Lu Yuan reveals his face, he will probably get a bigger surprise.
, but at this moment...
"Okay...can I write a modern poem?" Lu Yuan shook his bloated body and then looked at everyone.
"good!"
"?" He Ming was a little stunned.
Are you really coming?
"Well, Teacher He, can I get rid of the voice changer? I'm not used to this voice changer..."
"Oh, just click here."
"Is that so?"
"right!"
"good."
When Lu Yuan pressed the voice changer, he moved his body and then looked at everyone on the stage and the audience.
The audience's eyes are of all kinds.
Expecting, questioning, negative, strange...
As for the people on stage…
All right.
Except for Fatty Wei and Li Qi, they were all curious.
Lu Yuan smiled.
He can still recite a few modern poems.
After all, who didn’t have modern poetry in their textbooks when they were studying?
Lu Yuan took a long breath and cleared his throat...
All the lights shone on him at this moment, and a strange brilliance seemed to emerge.
It’s time to show off!
As Liu Shuyao stared at the penguin boy in front of her, the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.
As for An Xiao, she narrowed her eyes.
Modern poetry?
"The night gave me black eyes..."
Lu Yuan silently read this sentence in a vicissitudes of tone.
An Xiao was stunned.
She recognized Lu Yuan's voice.
Liu Shuyao was also stunned.
She heard it too.
"I use it to find the light!"
Lu Yuan continued to say the next sentence in a vicissitudes of voice, but in this sentence, he added a touch of hope.
After two sentences, Lu Yuan looked at everyone silently.
Everyone also looked at him silently.
Why don’t you read it anymore?
Is it brewing?
He Mingdu felt a little strange.
He was waiting for the landing and continued reading.
However, Lu Yuan did not think about it again.
Just so silent...
"I'm fine." Lu Yuan subconsciously reminded him as he seemed to feel that if he remained silent any longer, the atmosphere would get weirder and there would be no pleasure at all in pretending to be cool as he imagined.
"???"
After hearing Lu Yuan say that he was fine, He Ming didn't react for a while, and he was still in a dazed state.
Just gone?
Two sentences.
Gone?
Wait, if you think about it carefully, this sentence seems...
Something?
……………………
"???"
"No more?"
"It's just gone?"
"Just one sentence?"
"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light! This... seems to be a very philosophical sentence..."
"this……"
"It's a bit short, but I think this sentence is quite thought-provoking."
"He took off his hood..."
"etc……"
"He is..."
"He is, he is!"
"..."
There was a lot of discussion under the stage.
But after Lu Yuan took off his mask, the discussion suddenly stopped.
When they saw the familiar Lu Yuan, they remembered Lu Yuan's other identity.
That identity seemed to have been forgotten for a long time.
People who don’t understand still don’t understand.
But people who understand suddenly suddenly understand.