Just after nine o'clock, the hall of the Palace Museum of Literature and History was full of people. Except for the seats left for the judges in the first row, the rest of the places were empty, and even there were many onlookers standing in the aisle.??                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Liu Chenyu wiped his sweaty forehead and couldn't help but complain, "It's all your fault! He asked you to go out early and asked you to go out early, but it still dragged until 8:30. Can't you get up early? Look, there is no place to stand now!"

"How can I blame me? Although I usually get up late on weekends, I get up at around 7 o'clock this morning!" Wu Yangzhen shouted, "It's rare that I got up early all the time. Who knew that my mother thought I was going to go out and would not let me go out. If I hadn't pulled your golden signboard, I would have been in custody at home!"

Liu Chenyu snorted, "You still don't blame you? If you can be more well-behaved and sensible, work harder, less interact with those problematic students, and never skip school and go shopping every now and then, will your aunt not let you go?"

Wu Yangzhen quickly raised her hand and begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault, okay? I finally avoided Obasan's thoughts at home, but I didn't expect to complete them here again!"

"What did you say?" Liu Chenyu's eyebrows stood up.

"I said I finally came out with my cousin, but it still hurt you. I felt very sad. I saw if there are any acquaintances around me and tried to find a seat for you!" As he spoke, Wu Yangzhen's eyes turned around and looked around, but she really found an acquaintance. She immediately squeezed over with all her strength, and poked a man with his finger with his fingers who was concentrating on fiddling with the SLR camera in his hand: "Oh, Fuji Wu, it's really a place to meet in life!"

The sudden chattering scared Wu Zichen. He turned his head and found it was Wu Yangzhen, and immediately turned his face to continue fiddling with the camera in his hand: "Oh, ugly girl Zhen? Long time no see, but I don't miss it at all. By the way, you are almost the third year of junior high school. If you don't read and write well at home on weekends, why come here to join in the fun? Could it be that the ill maniac has done it intermittently, right?"

"I'm a ill maniac, then what are you?" Wu Yangzhen retorted, "Get up quickly and give us a seat!"

"Look at your tone, it's more domineering than the old lady taking the bus to find a seat. Why should I give you a seat? I was ordered to take pictures and leave the boss with the most handsome, sharp and handsome bravery on the stage, so I need the best light and the best angle. In order to choose this seat, I came here at 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning, and finally chose this seat. Why do I give you a silly and idiot in one sentence? Let's stay there cool and there!" Wu Zichen was not polite to Wu Yangzhen.

Wu Yangzhen pulled Wu Zichen: "I think you are the coolest to sit here. Get up quickly! Lady is the first, do you understand?"

At this time, Liu Chenyu also squeezed over. Seeing Wu Yangzhen tugging with Wu Zichen, he quickly stopped and said, "Wu Yangzhen, what are you doing?"

When Wu Zichen heard the voice of Liu Chenyu, he never dared to urge him again. He quickly stood up and gave up his seat: "Oh, sister-in-law, you are here too? Please sit down quickly! Look at me, I was so stupid. If I had known you were coming, I should have occupied a few more seats--"

Liu Chenyu's face turned red with a cry of "sister-in-law", but she didn't know how to answer. Wu Yangzhen honestly and unceremoniously said, "You are stupid! Sister, do you sit or not? If you don't sit, I will sit and rest for a while and then give it to you later. I'm so tired that I have to sit and breathe well!"

Seeing that his cousin was so lazy, Liu Chenyu blushed even more, so he had to talk to him: "I thought there should be not many spectators in an ordinary knockout match. I didn't expect there were so many people!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect it!" Wu Zichen echoed repeatedly, "But if you analyze it carefully, you will feel completely reasonable. You see, in addition to the referees, judges, newspapers and TV reporters, there are also two team members, alumni and supporters. There are also many other participating team members who come to observe and learn from the scriptures. In addition to the boss's fans, it is easy to pack this hall that can only accommodate two or three hundred people!"

"Jiang Shuiyuan still has fans?" Liu Chenyu was a little surprised.

"Of course there is!" Wu Zichen replied firmly, "Now those artists who are not singing in tune have a large number of fans. Why can't the boss have a big number of fans? The boss is the school grass of our school. He is handsome, good at studying, and can sing, dance, and even write poetry and articles. How can such a perfect person have no fans? You might as well tell you secretly that almost all the girls in our Class 2 have come today, and many girls in other classes of the grade have come. I even saw Pu Xiaoxiang appear here just now!"

Liu Chenyu chuckled and said, "It seems that our school is going to produce big stars!"

Although Liu Chenyu was laughing, Wu Zichen showed that Liu Chenyu was obviously smiling very reluctantly.

In the blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock and the competition officially began. Because of the audience, the competition had an additional part of the debater's self-introduction. When Fu Shouzhang, Chen Di and others introduced themselves, the audience applauded at most politely. When it was Jiang Shuiyuan's turn, before he stood up, there were already tsunami-like applause from the audience, including Wu Yangzhen and others shouting, "Jiang Shuiyuan will win" and "Jiang Shuiyuan, I love you."

The host Zhou Zhihu not only did not stop him, but joked: "Fortunately it is March and April, and no fruits are produced, otherwise the fruits on this platform would have been buried solidly by the little girls today!"

Jiang Shuiyuan Luoluo stood up generously and bowed slightly to the stage and expressed his gratitude: "Dear host, judge, referee, opponent, and debaters, everyone, everyone! My name is Jiang Shuiyuan, from Class 2, Grade 1, Huai'an Prefecture Middle School and Senior High School. I served as the third debater of the pro-party in this competition. Thank you for your kindness and please give me some advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause sounded again from the audience, and there were flashes that were frequently lit up during the period, which made people feel like they were not like a debater introducing themselves, but like a star and a politician. Some of the students who knew it after being blocked after some news were blocked were a little confused and asked the person next to him with confusion: "Who is this person? Why are you so stinky?"

"Don't you know him? He is the source of Jiang Shuiyuan!" Seeing that he was so ignorant, the person next to him was shocked.

"Then what?"

Yes, so what if he is called Jiang Shuiyuan? Is it possible that just because he looks more handsome than me and is better at the school he is studying in, he can gather so many fans, even newspapers and TV stations come to praise him? Could it be that he is a royal relative, a dragon son and a phoenix grandson?

The people around him felt even more incredible, "How did you grow up so big when you eat wind and drink dew like you? He is the source of the river. It is said that the freak who can recite the "Thirteen Classics" and "Twenty-Four Histories" in the full text! He is also the lieutenant school grass of Huai'an Prefecture, with the first grade in academic performance, and singing and dancing is no problem. Have you never heard of such a great man?"

"So it's him! Didn't he say he is the head general of Huai'an Prefecture Squadron? Why did it become a third debater?"

Amid the buzzing discussions in the audience, the debaters on the stage also completed their own self-introductions. But since the river water source, everyone was a little absent-minded. Not to mention anything else, just from the appearance, the debaters behind lost a lot. What else can everyone have interest? What's more, just a self-introduction, can you tell me what else? If you leave the judges with a smooth and frivolous impression, that's the real loss!

It was not until the game entered the official main general's argument that the audience took a little back.

As the leader of the positive side, Fu Shouzhang first clarified what "appearance" is, that is, what is expressed in the outside is "appearance", and what is contained in the inside is "heart". Appearance includes but is not limited to appearance, body, spirit, spirit, speech, and manners, rather than just appearance, thereby distinguishing "appearance" from "appearance". Then he proved the correctness of "appearance" from "appearance" from multiple angles such as traditional Chinese medicine theory, Taoist health preservation, divination and calligraphy, Buddhist metaphysics, etc.

There is no doubt that Fu Shouzhang's arguments can be attributed to the source of the river. For example, from the arguments cited from various ancient books, if there is no magical memory and extensive reading of the source of the river, who knows that "joy is sad, thinking is hurting the spleen, anger is hurting the liver, sorrow is hurting the lungs, and may hurt the kidneys" in "Huangdi Neijing"? Who knows that "evil and righteousness look at the eyes and nose, truth and falsehood look at the lips. Fame and fame look at spirit, wealth look at spirit. Ideas look at finger claws, storm look at tendons. If you want to look at the order, it is all in language"? As for "the heart is the root of appearance, and the heart is examined and good and evil are seen by oneself; the action is the heart, and the actions are observed and misfortunes are known", "believe in the bones, steps, and actions are complementary; blood, energy, and spirit are revealed through it", I am afraid that everyone present has never heard of it.

Such a large passage citing the original text of the ancient book as evidence is also very obvious. It not only strongly proves its own point of view, but also wins the audience's applause. Even the judges nodded frequently. The debater in the No. 1 Middle School was despicable and depressed.

First, the difference between "appearance" and "appearance" is more of a masterpiece of Jiangshuiyuan.

The other party obviously did not expect that the Huai'an Mansion was so tricky and denied the equality between "appearance" and "appearance", and regarded "appearance" as an important but not the only part of "appearance", which made the other party's master instantly turn the speeches of the arguments he had worked hard to prepare instantly, so he had to temporarily add a discussion that "appearance" is "appearance", and then he continued to talk about the allusion that Confucius "justs people by their appearance, and lost his son Yu".

Confucius' allusion to "judging people by their appearance, but lost their son Yu" comes from "Records of the Grand Historian: Biography of Confucius' Disciples". It is said that Dan Tai Mieming (named Ziyu), a native of Lu, looked ugly - in the original words in "Records of the Grand Historian", called "extremely evil" - wanted to take Confucius as his teacher. Confucius felt that he looked like a brainless person, and it was definitely difficult to become a talent. At first, he did not want to accept him as his disciple. Later, because private schools expanded their enrollment and wanted to charge more tuition, he reluctantly agreed to enroll. Unexpectedly, after Ziyu graduated, he did a great career. There were 300 disciples traveling with him alone, and his reputation was far from among the princes. After hearing this, Confucius said with emotion:

"Seeing people by their appearance, losing their son Yu!"

If this allusion that has been passed down through the ages is indeed a powerful denial of the view that "appearance is born from the heart", but the premise is that No. 1 Middle School can use rigorous logic to prove that "appearance" is "appearance". However, everyone present felt that No. 1 Middle School's argument in this aspect was a bit hasty, resulting in a very fragile foundation for the argument. If there is no crack in the next link, it is very likely that it will be defeated and defeated.
Chapter completed!