Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

Chapter 565 Chapter 569: Ran Baobao, vixen
In the end, some young man was ready to give it a try. He was a fan of Jiang Ci and liked Jiang Ci's poems. He also liked listening to songs and reading novels.

He was only a few steps ahead of Jiang Ci, and he said to Jiang Ci respectfully: "Teacher Jiang Ci, I am your fan, can you sign your name for me?"

Jiang Ci looked at the man in front of him with some surprise. He had a scholarly aura, but under the mask, Jiang Ci still did not admit that he was Jiang Ci. Instead, he said: "Hello, you have recognized the wrong person. I am Wang Tiezhu, not Wang Tiezhu." Jiang Ci."

When the man heard that Jiang Ci claimed to be Wang Tiezhu, not Jiang Ci, he immediately became happy and said: "Okay, we all know that you are not Jiang Ci, you are Wang Tiezhu. Idol, our Poetry Association of Xihu City, Zhejiang Province is here I want to write a poem for West Lake as a way to promote West Lake. I wonder if you, my idol, can participate." He spoke with eagerness in his tone, and looked at Jiang Ci with hope in his eyes.

When Jiang Ci heard that the other person was from the Poetry Association, he immediately wanted to stay away from this person. He would not forget how the old gangsters from the Poetry Association targeted him in the first place.

The man seemed to have understood what Jiang Ci meant, so he quickly explained: "Teacher Jiang Ci, our Poetry Association in Zhejiang Province has absolutely nothing to do with the Poetry Association in the Imperial Capital. We are not like them, doing nothing all day long. We always want to make progress and do evil things, but we are still very motivated. In fact, I am also a fan of the Imperial Poetry Association."

Ran Baobao looked at Jiang Ci with a pair of bright eyes. She knew that if Jiang Ci wrote poems praising the West Lake, he might write the best poems about the West Lake.

When Jiang Ci heard that the other party said that he was a black fan of the Imperial Poetry Association, he immediately became interested. He patted the young man's shoulder with great appreciation and asked, "Are you really their black fan?"

The young man patted his chest and said frankly: "Yes, Teacher Jiang Ci, don't you know that those scumbags from the Imperial Poetry Association insulted the dog by saying that they read into the dog's belly?"

Jiang Ci laughed and said, "That's a good idea, isn't it? Did you say I provoked whom? They just wanted to take advantage of the heat, and they insisted on belittling me to show off their pitiful sense of superiority. That's fine.

Isn’t it just to write a poem for West Lake?Come on, I'll go with you and take a look. "

As soon as Jiang Ci finished speaking, there was a sneer, "You are not ashamed of your words. You are just writing a poem for West Lake. Who do you think you are? Jiang Ci? The poems come out casually."

The visitor is Zhang Ying, the manager of the West Lake Scenic Area.

He saw a man wearing a mask and three women wearing masks, speaking such words shamelessly, and wanted to twist Jiang Ci's neck and throw him into the lake to feed the fish.

Jiang Ci didn't know what the other person's mentality was. If he were someone else at this moment, he would definitely slap him in the face with a few kilograms.

But he is really Jiang Ci,
So Jiang Ci took off his mask, looked at the other person with a smile, and said, "Hello, I am Wang Tiezhu."

The other party looked at Jiang Ci's face and recognized it immediately. His head was roaring, and then he immediately said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Jiang, Jiang, Tiezhu, teacher, I'm really sorry, I can't see gold inlays." Jade, I didn’t recognize you.”

If Zhang Ying's wife knew that he was mocking her idol, there wouldn't even be a sofa tonight, let alone a bed.If I can get Jiang Ci's autograph, I'll do at least 180 poses tonight.

Jiang Ci smiled. He could see that the guy in front of him with a work permit hanging around his neck was his fan. He smiled and waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, but don't be so arbitrary in the future, otherwise it will be easy. Being slapped in the face.”

Zhang Ying nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. You should know that he was a middle-aged uncle in his 30s. Jiang Ci spoke so respectfully.

Zhang Ying immediately took out a small notebook and said to Jiang Ci: "Teacher Jiang Ci, can you sign your name for me? My wife and my daughter are both your fans."

Jiang Ci nodded, took the notebook, and then signed his name on the blank page of the notebook.Then he returned it to the other party, who said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Teacher Jiang Ci, I will continue to patrol."

Jiang Ci said calmly: "You can do whatever you want."

Zhang Ying put the small notebook away like a treasure, and left with the team with a smile.

The bookish man took Jiang Ci and Ran Baobao to the crowd of the Poetry Association in West Lake City.Everyone was also polite.

Jiang Ci's talent is obvious to everyone present. The president's surname is Li. He said to Jiang Ci: "Mr. Jiang Ci, I have admired you for a long time. We, the old guys from the West Lake Poetry Association, have admired you for a long time. , the few poems you wrote in response to the Imperial Poetry Association were really eye-opening for us."

Jiang Ci and Sanmei sat among them, looking a little out of place in terms of age.

Jiang Ci smiled awkwardly: "It's good that I didn't accidentally hurt you."

President Li said: "Don't worry, Teacher Jiang Ci, we won't check in at the right time."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "Teacher Jiang Ci, this time West Lake City wants to use celebrities to endorse West Lake. I wonder if you are interested?"

Jiang Ci looked at President Li in surprise: "President, I don't seem to have anything to do with beauty. I am just handsome at best. It would be a bit out of place to represent West Lake." Then he looked at Ran Baobao next to him, thinking that if he needed to be endorsed , Ran Baobao is definitely suitable, but I don’t know if she is willing, and it needs official approval from West Lake City.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Jiang Ci's handsome face.I think what Jiang Ci said makes sense. West Lake is beautiful and Jiang Ci is handsome, but they are indeed a bit out of place.

Everyone stopped thinking about looking for Jiang Ci to speak for themselves.
As for Ran Baobao, many of them were surprised by her beauty. She is really beautiful. It is no exaggeration to describe her as pretty and delicious.

But everyone also knew that Ran Baobao was a real rich woman, so they gave up this thought.

Then everyone said something to each other, and I started chatting. After a while, President Li said, "I wonder if Teacher Jiang Ci has some inspiration now?"

Jiang Ci smiled and nodded,

So a group of people came to the lake. Looking at the sparkling lake, Jiang Ci picked up his brush and wrote on the rice paper.

The water is bright and sunny,
The mountains are empty and rainy is also strange.

If you want to make West Lake better than Xizi,
Light makeup is always suitable for heavy use.

"What a poem! The water is shining and the mountains are misty. It's really beautiful. Teacher Jiang Ci, please give me a title. I am lucky enough to see the birth of this masterpiece today. I am really lucky."

After pondering this for a moment, he realized that this poem was written by Master Su in his previous life, so he could only shamelessly say that he wrote it himself.

Then he wrote a title on the rice paper: "Gift to Baby Ran",

Seeing the title of this poem almost made everyone in the Poetry Association almost die from soreness.

Of course, Ran Baobao smiled with crooked eyebrows and looked at Jiang Ci, his bright starry eyes full of tenderness.

The sister-in-law sighed secretly from the side: "Baby Ran, this vixen, must have a very good life."

(End of this chapter)