Indeed, after the Flower Flying Order segnt had finished, even Yuan Family’s parents showed a lingering fondness.
This showdown was truly brilliant; it was not in vain that Yuan Yuan morized so much poetry to keep up with Su Qianxun’s pace.
"Su Qianxun really has so ink in her belly," Mrs. Yuan comnted at that mont.
Yuan Yuan’s parents knew all too well how she had gotten to this stage, but Su Qianxun was genuinely that impressive.
Hearing her parents’ words, Yuan Yuan said unhappily, "Mom, where does she have any ink? I think she’s just trying to woo the audience, deliberately stepping on my face to climb up!"
Although the editing of the competition made her loss not look so bad, everyone knows that the highest peak in the world is Mount Everest and the second highest is K2, Mt Qogir; how many people are aware of that?
Similarly, in the end, audiences will only rember her, Su Qianxun; how many will rember her, Yuan Yuan?
...
Hearing Yuan Yuan’s words, Mr. Yuan and Mrs. Yuan quickly said, "Alright, alright, don’t be angry, didn’t you also perform quite well?"
"But I’m not first!" Yuan Yuan felt extrely frustrated.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yuan glared at her and said, "You still have the cheek to say that? If it weren’t for the director fearing you would lose too embarrassingly and tampered with Su Qianxun’s buzzer, do you think you would have been able to answer any questions later?"
The director had called him right after the recording ended.
Hearing that Yuan Yuan lost to Su Qianxun even with unfair advantages made him feel embarrassed.
But now, from the show, losing to soone like that was nothing to be ashad of.
After all, a "Poetry Conference" isn’t like those scripted variety shows from the entertainnt circle.
The participants in this show were genuinely talented.
If she couldn’t compete even with unfair advantages, what complaints could she possibly have?
...
Hearing Mr. Yuan’s words, Yuan Yuan’s cheeks flushed as if on fire.
Then, she suddenly stood up from the sofa, no longer watching the program, and stomped upstairs to call Lai Nuannuan.
Seeing this, Mr. and Mrs. Yuan helplessly exchanged glances before avidly watching the rest of the program.
Such children belong to others.
When it ca to the quick response segnt, Mr. Yuan finally understood why the director had specially called him.
It wasn’t that others didn’t stir up trouble or help; it was simply that help was futile.
Only to say, Su Qianxun was too strong.
And the segnt where Qianxun confronted that female professor was aired unedited.
One reason was that part was hard to edit, and secondly, the director intended to use this segnt to spark discussions among netizens.
A poetry talent confronting a renowned university professor head-on, what a spectacle!
...
After the program aired, the internet indeed quickly buzzed with discussions.
"After watching tonight’s Poetry Conference, I’ve started to believe that Su Qianxun is a genius! She’s only 16 years old, and the other competitors are no pushovers. Take the competitor Li Yan, who could recite the Thousand Character Classic at three, morized a thousand ancient poems by six, got into Modu University’s School of Arts at fifteen, and was studying for his master’s at eighteen, renowned for knowing every reference! Yet tonight, he couldn’t even make it to the final round."
"Truly a powerhouse! Impressive!"
And there were those who disliked Qianxun, "Huh! A genius just because she can recite a few poems? She has no respect for her superiors, directly confronting a professor on the program, acting like she’s all that! Little does she know, that person has eaten more salt than she has eaten rice! Too arrogant!"
"To use Su Qianxun’s words, what you see as arrogance is normal in her eyes; don’t asure a genius’s world with ordinary people’s eyes."
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