Rao, the female host invited for the essay contest, is nearly forty years old and has rich hosting experience. She was a little confused when faced with this situation.

Many people at the scene stood up excitedly. It was noisy and the atmosphere was on the verge of getting out of control.

The female host reacted and quickly said: "Wait!"

"Mr. Ye Zhiqiu, how can you prove that you are Haizi himself?"

"Yes! Nonsense! This is simply nonsense!"

There was a roar from below, and when I looked around, I saw an excited and red-faced Guan Yi.

Ye Zhiqiu's expression did not change, he took out his mobile phone and opened the in-site message page of the official essay solicitation website.

The live broadcast camera quickly caught up. In the screen, the organizer informed that the work "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" had won the award, and the on-site letter inviting him to Hangzhou to attend the awards ceremony was clearly visible.

"Haizi" also replied with the words "Received and participated".

When Ye Zhiqiu's identity was truly confirmed, the host covered his mouth in shock. Guan Yi's eyes were full of disbelief, he staggered and sat down on the stool.

"Wow!!!"

The atmosphere at the scene was completely boiling, and the comments in the live broadcast room were going crazy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"What kind of magic operation is this? I wouldn't even dare to act like this in the script!!"

"Ye Zhiqiu is actually 'Haizi'...I'm still a little dizzy right now..."

"What kind of fairy tale is this? It's really offending..."

"Hahahahaha Guan Yi's face turned pale."

"Ye Zhiqiu: Didn't you say that the online literature I wrote is useless? Then I will play with you, but no one can beat me."

"This time, I'm so arrogant. Those traditional literature writers were so harsh when they sprayed me, but now I'm being slapped in the face so loudly."

“I can’t think of any other word other than awesome.”

"To defeat you directly in your field is indeed the style of a dog author, who is ruthless and doesn't say much."

On the award podium, amid a sensational noise, an excited Qin Dewen held Ye Zhiqiu's hand tightly and talked for a while before letting go.

During the acceptance speech, the venue gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at the figure on the stage with admiration.

"First of all, thank you for your recognition. I am very honored to receive this award."

Ye Zhiqiu, holding the trophy in one hand and the certificate in the other, said with a smile, "If you say that I wrote this poem after experiencing many hardships in life, how much suffering, and how many nights of inner dialogue with myself, I would be lying to you.

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There was a burst of laughter in the audience. At this time, everyone had completely accepted the fact that Ye Zhiqiu was the champion of the essay contest.

After all, Ye Zhiqiu's talent is well-known in the music world. In addition, there are ancient poems such as "Shui Diao Ge Tou" and "Xia Ke Xing" before him. It is natural for him to write this modern poem.

Ye Zhiqiu, who was on the stage, continued: "Actually, I participated in this essay contest simply because I wanted to test my ability in writing modern poetry as an Internet author who is called by some people on the Internet a person who is difficult to enter the "elegant hall"."

"I didn't expect the result to be quite good. At the same time, I also came to a conclusion."

"——They are not as good as me."

"This is my speech, thank you."

After saying that, Ye Zhiqiu looked calm and walked off the stage.

There was silence for a moment, and then thunderous applause broke out.

In the live broadcast room, this extremely domineering sentence "They are not as good as me" directly caused the barrage to explode.

"Too arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"This sentence makes my skin crawl!"

"Crazy! But winning the first place is crazy's capital!"

"That person who cares about justice is really a joke. He has been complaining about what kind of traditional literature writer he is for so long, but in the end, Ye Zhiqiu won the first place in the same competition."

Below, Guan Yi and some of the authors looked pale. They were shocked by the scene in front of them and didn't know how to react.

At the judges' table, Ma Xuemin's face was extremely ugly, and he felt so regretful that his intestines were blue.

If he had known that Ye Zhiqiu was "Haizi", when we were discussing which poem was more worthy of first place, "A Generation" or "Facing the Sea, Spring is Warm and Flowers Are Blooming", he would not have voted for the latter!

Ye Zhiqiu sat back in his seat, and the authors around him suddenly joined in with great enthusiasm.

Fu Wenbo exclaimed: "Brother Ye, you are amazing."

"I didn't expect you to be Haizi. I accepted it, but it was so hard to hide it from us."

Other authors also said hello, and Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became a celebrity, which was in sharp contrast to the scene just now.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Guan Yi, who was sitting in the back, had a face as dark as ink and did not dare to say anything.

The turmoil on the field subsided a little, everyone recovered from the shock of "Ye Zhiqiu is Haizi", and the award ceremony continued.

"The second place-winning work in this essay competition is - "A Generation"! Congratulations to the author Gu Cheng!"

"Gu Cheng please come on stage!"

After the enthusiastic announcement, the eyes of the audience and the host subconsciously turned to the stage.

Then... under the dull gazes of everyone, Ye Zhiqiu walked onto the stage again.

Seeing the figure that had just left five minutes ago reappear, the host had a terrible guess in his mind.

"Ye...Mr. Ye, what are you..."

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled, but the words he spoke were neither shocking nor endless.

"I'm Gu Cheng."

"..."

The host, award presenters, and the entire audience were dumbfounded.

"Oh, by the way, a letter from the site."

With this first experience, Ye Zhiqiu took the initiative to open the chat history on his mobile phone. Everyone took a closer look and found that it was indeed an official message.

"Wow!!!"

The scene was silent for a full second, and then erupted again, and barrages from the live broadcast room poured in like a torrent.

“Holy shit shit shit shit shit!”

"I'm stupid!"

"Can this kind of operation be possible...?"

"Take the top two spots!"

"Slap in the face x2."

"This is rubbing some authors' faces on the ground."

"Ye Zhiqiu: You didn't expect it, it's me again."

Under the stunned gaze of the audience, Ye Zhiqiu took the trophy and certificate from the gray-haired judges, and it was time to give his acceptance speech again.

"I just said what I needed to say, thank you everyone."

After giving the shortest acceptance speech in the history of the essay contest, Ye Zhiqiu walked off the stage under the inexplicable gazes of everyone.

The awards ceremony continued, and the third place winner was Bian Zhilin's "Fragmented Chapter".

As the host finished speaking, everyone once again turned their attention to Ye Zhiqiu, who was sitting in the "Bian Zhilin" seat.

Bian Zhilin seems to be a female author, maybe... not him, right?

At this time, not long after Ye Zhiqiu sat down, under the eyes of everyone, he placed the second place trophy and certificate on the empty seat beside him, and walked to the stage again...
Chapter completed!