This Star Doesn’t Work Overtime

May I?

 Everyone looked at Wang Cheng!

The host also followed Pan Yao's gaze, looked at Wang Cheng, and said with a smile: "It seems that Pan Yao wants to invite Wang Cheng to create first? So, Mr. Wang Cheng, is that okay?"

Pan Yao also immediately said: "I am a loyal fan of Mr. Wang Cheng. If Mr. Wang Cheng can create, I am willing to dance again!"

Wang Cheng met everyone's gaze and remained calm. Xia Xi, who was next to him, hurriedly put the microphone handed over by the staff in front of Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng said calmly: "Yes, you can, but dancing is not necessary."

 A trace of disappointment flashed in Pan Yao's eyes!

The host quickly said: "That's great. I am also a loyal fan of Mr. Wang Cheng, but this is the first time I have witnessed Wang Cheng's writing on the spot. I am also a little excited. I invite Mr. Wang Cheng to come on stage..."

There was a round of applause.

Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Wang Hongyi, Yu Hong and others also applauded vigorously and watched Wang Cheng stand up and walk up.

 Zhu Ziqi said softly: "Are you targeting Wang Cheng on purpose?"

Wen Yixiao said calmly: "Are not many Wang Cheng targeted?"

Several people were silent after hearing this!

Since Wang Cheng’s debut, there has never been a time when Wang Cheng appeared on a show without being targeted!

A few people also looked at Yu Hong, Wang Hongyi and others!

Yu Hong and Wang Hongyi all smiled bitterly, knowing that they had taken some of the blame for others.

 Because, if anyone would target Wang Cheng, it would be many literary bigwigs, and Yu Hong and Wen Yixiao can be regarded as the disciples and grandsons of those literary bigwigs!

but…

Many people in the literary world not far away were also looking at this scene with calm faces.

 Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, Wang Jianbin and others did not speak, but a middle-aged man in the middle guessed and said: "Is this communicated in advance between the organizer and Wang Cheng?"

 The people around him had some doubts and conjectures after hearing this, and they all hesitated for a while.

If Wang Cheng and the organizer had communicated in advance, then if they jumped out to challenge Wang Cheng at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to death?

Wang Jianbin said softly: "Impossible, Wang Cheng would not do such a thing! The time is too short, and the organizer wants the live broadcast effect, so it is impossible to communicate in advance, just to make the conflict between Wang Cheng and us even more Be more intense!"

The old men in the middle were all looking at them, but when they looked at Wang Cheng, their eyes flickered, and it was obvious that they were not in a calm mood.

A super genius like Wang Cheng, whose talents almost surpass those of several great literary giants in history. Even with their status and seniority that no one can challenge in the Chinese literary world, they are still somewhat unconfident and dare not go head-to-head with Wang Cheng. !

 One of the old men said softly: "Let's see what works Wang Cheng can write!"

The people around him were quiet. Several middle-aged and young people were very serious, as if they were ready to attack. Apparently they expected that after Wang Cheng finished writing his work, they would stand up and attack as soon as possible.

 The tens of thousands of spectators outside all shouted in unison again.

 “Wang Cheng…”

 “Wang Cheng…”

 “Wang Cheng…”

 “Wang Cheng…”

The voices shouting for Wang Cheng were heard again, and many passers-by and fans gathered outside also shouted together, because they all saw from the live broadcast platform that Wang Cheng was about to start writing on stage. How could this not make them excited? ?

Everyone is curious about what kind of words Wang Cheng will write when he takes the stage for the first time!

I saw Wang Cheng walking up to the middle stage with a relaxed and steady pace. The two hosts and Pan Yao quickly moved out of their seats, revealing a large and heavy desk that had been prepared in advance. The best four treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper and inkstone!

 “Mr. Wang Cheng, please!”

 The host respectfully extended his hand to invite Wang Cheng.

 Pan Yao, who was dressed in Tang Dynasty palace attire and played the role of Concubine Yang, also quickly came to the desk and began to grind ink for Wang Cheng. She knew that if she moved slower, someone might come up to compete for this opportunity.

Wang Cheng followed a few people to the desk, looked at Pan Yao who was a little surprised, then picked up the brush and thought for a while!

The host suddenly said: "Mr. Wang Cheng, look at Concubine Yang next to you. How do you think her beauty can be described in ancient poetry?"

The originally quiet scene became silent again.

Pan Yao had a flash of surprise for a moment, a blush appeared on her face, and she lowered her head slightly in embarrassment while polishing the ink.

Other viewers in the audience felt that the host was a bit troublesome...

Especially Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Han Xiao, An Keru, Wang Hongyi, Xia Xi, Yu Hong, Wen Hanyue and others all looked displeased!

Does this mean that Wang Cheng is asked to write a poem specifically for Pan Yao, who plays the role of Concubine Yang?

Those who are chasing Wang Cheng have no such opportunity...

Thinking back to the beginning, the only poem Wang Cheng wrote to others was to the two twins of Nanyang Ocean Girls. There was a time when the sea was difficult to deal with, but Wushan was not the cloud. One poem contained the names of the two, which made the two instantly popular. , it’s a pity that he returned to Nanyang later because of family matters. Otherwise, his domestic development would not be weaker than that of Zhu Ziqi and Han Xiao, and it would only be a matter of time before he becomes a super giant!

Since then, Wang Cheng has not written poems for anyone of the opposite sex.

 At this time, the host made this request, which made all the fans of the opposite **** who support and like Wang Cheng very dissatisfied.

However, Wang Cheng, who was holding the pen, did not speak. The brush in his hand fell directly on the white paper. The strong movements of his wrist made the brush quickly leave pleasing writing on the white paper.

Pan Yao's eyes flashed with surprise. Watching Wang Cheng write was a supreme enjoyment.

Although she studies dance, she also comes from a scholarly family. Her father is also a professor at Chang'an Jiaotong University, and her mother is the backbone of a certain research institute. She also studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, but she is more talented in dancing. So I developed into the field of dance.

However, she also knows a lot about calligraphy, but her level is average. Even though she has picked up a brush to practice calligraphy again in the past six months due to Wang Cheng's influence, her talent is average and she cannot make significant progress in a short period of time.

 “Qingpingdiao!”

This is, word?

Everyone was slightly brightened when they saw that the title written by Wang Cheng seemed to be the name of Ci Pai.

 Because, Wang Cheng’s Qingyu Case, Man Jiang Hong, Nian Nujiao, Magpie Bridge Immortal, Slow Voice, Yi Jian Mei, etc., each of them can be said to be the pinnacle masterpiece of ancient poetry works.

 Hence, everyone also has high expectations for Wang Cheng’s ancient poetry works.

 As Wang Cheng's brush moves rapidly, elegant and unrestrained fonts gradually appear one after another.

Many people in the entertainment and literary circles in the audience couldn't help but stand up and craned their necks to get a better view.

The host also read it out, so that the audience further away can have more sense of participation on the spot.

 “Qingpingdiao!”

“The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is thick.”

 After writing the first sentence, everyone’s eyes shined with light!

The clouds want the clothes and the flowers want the appearance?

This description makes all women feel their heartbeats speeding up.

Especially for Pan Yao, who was involved in the incident, she felt stiff all over, with a feeling of difficulty breathing and being unable to move.

"This is written by me?" Pan Yao's eyes were full of surprise and happiness.

Just now, the host asked Wang Cheng to write a poem to describe her role as Concubine Yang, but Wang Cheng didn't say anything. She thought Wang Cheng had refused.

 Because Wang Cheng was famous for being difficult to get along with and indifferent, she had no extravagant hope that Wang Cheng would actually write a work for her.

but…

did not expect.

Wang Cheng actually wrote it.

Moreover, such praise.

The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of appearance!

Pan Yao sobered up for a moment, and then she couldn't help but look at herself, feeling unconfidently—does she really deserve this?

Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Han Xiao, Xia Xi, Wang Hongyi, etc. in the audience all stared at Pan Yao with their eyes filled with pure jealousy. They all dreamed of being raped. Wang Cheng is so proud.

 Under everyone's gaze, the brush in Wang Cheng's hand moved quickly like a dragon and a snake, and he quickly finished writing the poem.

The host also read quickly: "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is rich. If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai. It's so well written, so beautiful! If the real Yang Guifei in history could be I think she would be very excited to receive such an accolade.”

 Then, the host wanted to interact with Pan Yao and Wang Cheng.

but…

Wang Cheng opened the piece of paper he had written on, and continued writing with the brush in his hand without any feeling of stopping.

At this time, the host did not dare to speak for fear of disturbing Wang Cheng.

Pan Yao also quickly stabilized her mind and steadily polished the ink for Wang Cheng!

Wang Jianbin in the audience said softly: "This poem is indeed what every woman dreams of. The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces. It is really beautiful."

Zhang Guobin nodded: "Yes, it is a good poem praising women. However, compared with Wang Cheng's previous works, it seems average."

 Several people around him nodded after hearing this.

Indeed, compared to Wang Cheng’s previous works that astonished the whole of China, such as Xia Ke Xing, Nian Nujiao, Qingyu Case, Manjianghong, etc., this Qingping tune is indeed very ordinary.

“It seems that Wang Cheng may not have much inspiration today. In other words, he has written so many works before that he has exhausted his talent and inspiration long ago!”

 A middle-aged man said with a smile.

 Several people around him were ready to move and looked a little excited.

If Wang Cheng's performance is average today, then they can take advantage of the situation and defeat Wang Cheng during the opportunity, and then gain huge fame and benefits.

How popular Wang Cheng is now, then how huge the benefits they will gain after defeating Wang Cheng will be.

 However, Zhang Guobin, Wang Jianbin, Zhang Yiheng and other people who knew more about Wang Cheng all looked calm and did not think that Wang Cheng might have exhausted his talents.

 Because, they had been slapped in the face by Wang Cheng several times before, and they had long since discarded such thoughts.

 Today they came, more as an audience to watch a play.

On the stage, when Wang Cheng held the brush in his hand, his momentum changed, from running script to cursive script!

The cursive handwriting revealed a kind of wildness and an inexplicable sense of hatred, which made everyone who knew calligraphy stare blankly, wondering what Wang Cheng was going to write?

 “Song of Everlasting Regret!”

Wang Jianbin said softly: "It seems that there is no such word card, is it an ancient poem? Use ancient poems to write the story of Concubine Yang? This is the right choice. Ancient poems have rhythm and word limit, and are not suitable for narratives. Narrative poems are the most suitable. However, The atmosphere and artistic conception between the lines of these words amaze me! It is indeed an unprecedented state of cursive calligraphy."

Principals Zhang Guobin and Zhang Yiheng both nodded in agreement and highly admired and liked Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy.

 Because, Wang Cheng’s cursive calligraphy realm can be said to be the first in history and unparalleled.

Wang Cheng's running calligraphy is only comparable to Wang Youjun's, and has not yet reached the level of being the best in history.

 So, they all prefer Wang Cheng’s cursive calligraphy works because they are unique and have more collection value.

Those who were ready to defeat Wang Cheng suddenly woke up when they saw Wang Cheng's calligraphy. This calligraphy was a state that they had never dared to dream about, and it made them know the real gap between themselves and Wang Cheng.

However, they still imagined that they would have a chance to defeat Wang Cheng today!

If Wang Cheng’s song of everlasting regret was average, wouldn’t they have a chance?

The whole place was quiet. No one dared to speak. They just stared at the brush in Wang Cheng's hand. Everyone envied the words Wang Cheng wrote.

Zheng Wenzhong said softly in the audience: "It would be great if I could get Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy works."

Wang Xueming said calmly from the side: "Boy, you are too greedy. Just get a painting of Wang Cheng's Maple Bridge Night Mooring, that's enough!"

Zheng Wenzhong is a generation younger than Wang Xueming, so he smiles and says nothing, but his eyes are unconvinced. If there is still a chance, he will definitely compete with Wang Xueming and will not give up the opportunity to get Wang Cheng's works!

 “The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, but he couldn’t get it from Yu Yu for many years.”

 “There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up, and she was raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.”

Wang Jianbin next to him looked at the text written by Wang Cheng, read it out softly, and said with admiration: "It is indeed a narrative poem! This is the first time Wang Cheng has written a narrative poem."

Wang Jianbin’s eyes were filled with surprise and expectation.

In the Tang Dynasty, when ancient poetry was at its peak, many classic ancient poems and many famous poets were handed down. However, there were only a few poets who could write narrative poems well. The number of classic narrative poems that could be handed down could be counted on one hand. Compared to There are indeed too few Tang poems that have been handed down, hundreds or thousands.

 Because the difficulty of writing narrative poetry is indeed higher.

 When writing other ancient poems, I pay more attention to inspiration and talent.

 However, to write a good narrative poem, experience is more important, followed by talent and inspiration!

Every poet who can write a good narrative poem has a rich life experience, has gone through ups and downs, and has lofty ambitions.

If Wang Cheng can really write narrative poems well, he will really be at the pinnacle of the field of ancient poetry!

 In the next sentence, Wang Jianbin’s eyes once again shone with surprise.

“Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.”

This sentence made everyone feel amazing.

I do not know!

 The image is so strong and stunning.

Pan Yao's hand trembled again while she was polishing the ink. She was still writing about Concubine Yang Guifei, and indirectly she was writing about her!

 Is your smile so pretty?

Pan Yao couldn't help but smile and try, but she didn't feel anything. She looked steadily at Wang Cheng's more stunning profile.

Thinking in my mind—Wang Cheng’s smile is more charming, right?