Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 82 - Who's Who?
As for Sikong Que and Wen Cheng on the front right, they did not forget to look at each other even during the exam.

This year's selection of Promise of Light, if nothing unexpected happens, this couple of golden boy and jade girl will definitely win.

She suddenly had some bad taste and didn't want to just follow the wishes of the two of them, so she frowned and began to think seriously.

The selection of Promise Light is based on the sum of the scores of the preliminary round, the semi-finals, and the final three rounds to judge the winner. Only the person with the highest accumulated points in the three rounds can be selected.

The second round has always been the most complaining and controversial part, so she can't take much advantage at all.

The third link is that if you don't know what the content of the exam is, you can't grasp the chances of winning.

So the first level is a crucial battle, she must get a full score of [-] points.

But if you want to get full marks in palindrome poems, you must write palindrome quatrains.

For some reason, her mind suddenly remembered that day by the Baitou Lake. She smiled sweetly, looked at the man with firm eyes, and promised to grow old with her.

Now that I think about it, I know that my love has been blocked by the mountains, and I can't be free if I lean against the rails. If there is no hatred in my eyes, I don't believe that there are gray heads in the world.

With a wry smile, she splashed ink and brushed her brush, and answered the test questions in a hurry. In the first round, she will definitely win, and she will be the champion. She has this confidence.

The list of finalists for the semi-finals was released an hour later, and for the sake of fairness, the college also copied the poems with the highest scores for the men's and women's groups on the bulletin board.

The student with the highest score in the men's group, without any suspense, was Sikong Que, who scored [-] points.

The top scorer of the women's group scored a perfect score of [-] points, breaking the record for the highest score in the preliminary round of Promise of Light.

Unexpectedly, the winner who had the biggest upset was not Wencheng Lu Xue, who was the most popular, but Li Qingmei, who was slammed by everyone.

When the scores were announced, there were many doubts and sighs in the field.

But the moment the verse at the top of the list was posted on the bulletin board, the booing crowd fell silent.

Quatrains turned out to be quatrains, and everyone who participated in the contest knew that Li Qingmei really deserved the victory.

But at this moment, Sikong Que had mixed feelings. He didn't seem to hear the congratulations from the people around him. He just stared at Li Qingmei's answer on the bulletin board with complicated eyes, and whispered softly:
"Jun Si, white head, Bai Sijun, who is Huai Sihuai?

Shadows play with plum hairpins, plums play with shadows, silk leads to willow thread, willow leads to silk.

His face was full of tears, and his brows were thick and sad.

The night is cold and the lights are cold, and the night is always cold, and the emptiness returns to the dream and the dream returns to the emptiness. "

"Qingmei, obviously you have me in your heart, and I also have you in my heart, but why did we become what we are now?"

He asked himself silently in his heart, but he didn't seem to get a satisfactory answer. He clenched his fists angrily, turned and left the crowd.

At this time, Li Qingmei was also looking at Sikong Que's poems, thinking.

The long green water is nestled next to the forest, and the sunset is watching the mountains and looking around.

Youlin Palace is cold and lonely with a bright moon, and the white-headed cold lake is full of plums.

Gulls fly over fishing boats, and cranes come with Xianting celestial beings.

Walking on the trail, stepping on the flowers and smoke, the flowing stream is far away with a canopy open.

Open the canopy and fly away from the stream, walk on the fireworks and travel along the trail.

Visitors to the Xianting leisurely accompany the cranes, and the Yupu is full of flying gulls when they go boating.

Mei Yingbi Lake is cold and white, the moon is bright and lonely, the palace is cold and the forest is quiet.

Looking back at the four mountains and watching the sunset, nestling in the forest and beside the water is green.

He actually wrote the details of the relationship between the two into the poem, Lenggong, Baitou Lake, and the Shaou Pavilion where the two passed by on their way back from the starry night that year.

And the time when he rowed a light boat and played with wild cranes in Liuxi Lake with her.

In a trance, she felt that Sikong Que was standing everywhere, he was reading at night with the lamp on, he was waving a spatula in the small kitchen of the cold palace, he fell into the lingering love in Baitou Lake with open arms
She clenched it into her palm with her fingertips, forcing herself not to think about the past, and bursts of tingling pain overwhelmed her thoughts.

"Let's go. Go draw lots and prepare for the rematch in an hour's time!"

(End of this chapter)