I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

I am a chef.

Fatty Wei was silent.

He seemed to remember the fear of being dominated by Lu Yuan's cooking skills.

He doesn't remember other things.

The only thing I remember is the gloomy weather that day.

As gloomy as his heart.

Are you a **** cook?

He turned his head and subconsciously ignored the Penguin Boy.

There is no other reason.

I just don't want to see Lu Yuan's shameless face.

in spite of……

He is wearing a penguin headgear.

"Wow, are you driving a restaurant?" Jiajia, who was short-lived by everyone, circled Lu Yuan and watched Lu Yuan jokingly.

"Well, it's a restaurant."

"Wow, do we have a blessing today... I'm a standard foodie, penguin boy."

"Ah, cooking may be a bit regressed."

"Oh, okay, but it should not be bad even if it regresses..."

"Well, so-so, haha."

"Haha, don't be humble!" Jiajia laughed. She thought this chubby penguin boy was quite interesting, at least it gave her a very stable feeling.

As for the identity of this penguin boy...

Well, Jiajia is absolutely impossible to guess.

"Jiajia, do you have any questions you want to ask? If you don't ask, just replace it..." He Ming smiled and shook his head.

Mr. Lu's smoke bomb is still quite big, if he is not someone who knows the inside story, he can't guess it...

It seems that the difficulty has increased exponentially.

"Oh, let me ask the last question..."

"Row."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jiajia stared into Lu Yuan's eyes and laughed.

"No." Lu Yuan shook his fat headgear and shook his head. The sound was natural without any PS traces.

"Why do a man who can cook have no girlfriend?"

"Should a man who can cook should have a girlfriend?"

"That's right, okay, Teacher He, I can't guess it, let's be the next..." Jiajia finally gave up after walking around Lu Yuan again. She didn't study poetry, and she didn't do it on weekdays. Attention, so even if she has the opportunity to ask questions, she doesn’t know what to ask...

"Haha, okay, let's change another one, Shen Zhiwei, do you have any questions that you want to ask Penguin Boy? By the way, you can only ask two questions..." He Ming took a look and has been tragically outside the camera. Shen Zhiwei on the background board.

"Yeah!" Shen Zhiwei nodded, and after noticing the direction of the camera, he came to Lu Yuan very seriously and turned it around. After a little thought, he showed a smile that seemed clear, "Are you weighing more than one hundred and fifty? "

"No."

"Oh? Do you mainly create modern poetry or classical poetry?"

"Well, for now, I should be a classical poet."

"You are Guo Jingyao Teacher Guo!"

"Not..."

"..."

After seeing the rejection, Shen Zhiwei couldn't think of anything else for a while, hesitated and shook his head again and again.

He said he couldn't guess it.

"An Xiao, you seem to be ready to move, next time you come to ask..." He Ming knew that Lu Yuan's identity was now covered by a thick fog, which is probably hard to uncover.

"Is your hometown Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

"um, yes."

"Are you under thirty?"

"Yes."

An Xiao frowned, looked at the penguin boy up and down again, and then stared at Lu Yuan's eyes. There seemed to be a hint of sharpness in his beautiful eyes.

This sharpness seemed to be able to see through Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stared into her eyes too, his gaze was very calm, seemingly confident...

The two of them looked at each other like this, just looking...

"You should be Feng Ming, the youngest representative of the classical poetry school, right, you must be Teacher Feng Ming." After thinking for a long time, An Xiao finally came up with such a name. He has no girlfriend and is not fat. It’s a cook and a poet...

An Xiao couldn't think of the second person.

"I'm not..." Lu Yuan laughed.

He suddenly found that everyone was drunk and I felt very awake.

He just stood here for everyone to guess, and everyone couldn't guess who he was.

Very comfortable.

"..."

An Xiao took a deep breath. At this moment, she was really gone. She almost thought about all the people who met such conditions in the modern classical poetry school and finally couldn't find any answer.

Isn't this person the kind of poet who is just emerging but has no reputation? If that's the case, it's normal not to guess.

But it’s impossible. It’s impossible for the show "Happy Camp" to find such a poet without a card? Otherwise, aren't we people making a joke? Except that the entire Shonan station is crazy, otherwise it is unreasonable...

An Xiao said that he couldn't understand.

"Director Wei, do you have anything to ask?"

"I... I'll forget it... I don't read poems often, even if I ask, I can't guess... Haha."

"How about you Li,"

"me too."

Fatty Wei really didn't want to play such a nasty play with Lu Yuan.

He was really shocked by Lu Yuan's job as a chef.

At this moment, he wanted to quietly be a background board and wait for the moment when the puzzle was revealed...

As for Li Qi...

He saw Fatty Wei as the background board, so he should also serve as the background board.

"Oh, okay, where's Shu Yao?"

"I think you are like an acquaintance of mine. I have an instinct. We must have met before. Have we met in the past six months?"

"Well, I have seen it." Lu Yuan looked at Liu Shuyao and laughed.

"Oh... I guess you should be more than a poet and a chef. Well, you should have other identities in the circle? My circle means the entertainment circle. Can you name another identity? Well, I Suspect, your identity as a poet is just a cover up!" Liu Shuyao asked this question very seriously.

She felt that the identity of the penguin boy as a poet might be a guise, and she felt that everyone might be confused by the identity of a poet. After all, in the current society, as long as you write a poem casually, you can be considered a poet, right?

She can be considered a poet.

"Well, I'm actually a singer..."

"Is it a creative singer or..."

"This is the third question..."

"Oh." Liu Shuyao shook her head and looked at Lu Yuan for a long time and finally closed her eyes. "I can't guess... But I know you are definitely not a poet, at least not the kind of official recognized poet!"

Lu Yuan was silent.

He didn't know if he was officially recognized, even he never paid attention to it.

After coming to this world, he copied two poems...

Is this a poet? Lu Yuan didn't think it counted.

"Okay, Shuyao, you are wrong about this. He is a poet recognized by the official literary union, and his poems are still very high in the official evaluation...Okay, bear, what do you want to ask the Penguin boy? ?"

"Then... I want to ask, what type of song do you usually sing for the main purpose?"

"For the time being a rock type."

"Does your Weibo have many fans, at least over 100,000?"

"Yes."

"Then you should be the rock star of Weibo, Weibo!" The host named Xiao Xiong pushed his glasses, played a little handsome under the camera and finally watched Lu Yuan.

"Not..."

"..."

Well, he also stopped cooking at this moment.

After taking a break, he will continue to be his background board.

The audience below was also made a little speechless. There were so many conditions and so many questions without asking who the penguin boy was. It was really speechless...

The audience could not guess who this man was.

Although they couldn't guess it, the better they became curious about the identity of this penguin boy...

Who should this person be? Singing rock and roll is officially recognized as a poet and chef. This is really baffling.

Is there such a person in this world?

"Penguin boy... we can't guess who you are, okay, you won..." He Ming laughed. "Before the unveiling, I saw that all the guests had doubts about your identity as a poet, I miss you Can a poem come to the scene to dispel these people's suspicions?"

"Cough, cough, Teacher He, don't put a high hat on me, I am a poet, I am an amateur..."

"Haha, no, you are humble. Although you don't have many poems, it is absolutely impossible to compare to amateurs. I have inquired about. Many leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are full of praise for your poems."

"Haha, that's all absurd, absurd..." Lu Yuan continued to shake the heavy back cover.

"Mr. Penguin Boy, you see, people like us and the audience are looking at you, or else you can put a poem on the spot to dispel our doubts! Or read aloud the poems you wrote." Jia Jia was very excited when she got close to Lu Yuan at this time.

"Yes, just come and listen to me." An Xiao also looked at Lu Yuan.

She felt really incredible.

"Alright, okay...Don’t force Mr. Penguin Boy anymore. His identity as a poet is beyond doubt. You will know when he takes off his headgear..." He Ming saw Lu Yuan’s silence and felt that these people made Lu Yuan It feels a bit difficult to get over this embarrassment. After all, you need inspiration for writing poems. If you have inspiration, it’s really easy to say. If you don’t have inspiration, then it’s useless to force. Anyway, the effect of the show is pretty good. It is estimated that I will get even bigger surprises after Yuan Reveal, but at this time...

"Okay... Then can I have a modern poem for a while?" Lu Yuan shook his bloated body, then looked at everyone.

"it is good!"

"?" He Ming was stunned.

Really come?

"Um, Mr. He, can I remove the voice changer, this voice changer makes me unaccustomed..."

"Oh, just click here."

"Is that so?"

"Correct!"

"it is good."

When Lu Yuan pressed the voice changer, he moved his body, and then looked at everyone on the stage and the audience.

The eyes of the audience are varied.

Expecting, questioning, negative, strange...

As for the people on stage...

Ok.

They are all curious except Fatty Wei and Li Qi.

Lu Yuan smiled.

He still recites a few modern poems.

After all, there is no modern poetry in the textbook when reading

Lu Yuan took a long sigh of relief and cleared his throat...

The lights were all shining on him at this moment, and there seemed to be a strange brilliance.

It's time to take the initiative!

Liu Shuyao stared at the penguin boy in front of him, and the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

As for An Xiao, she narrowed her eyes.

Modern poetry?

"The night gave me black eyes..."

Lu Yuan silently said such a sentence in a vicissitudes of life.

An Xiao was stunned.

She heard Lu Yuan's voice.

Liu Shuyao was also stunned.

She also heard it.

"I use it to find light!"

Lu Yuan continued to say the next sentence in a vicissitudes of life, but in this sentence, he added a touch of hope.

After two sentences, Lu Yuan looked at everyone in silence.

Everyone looked at him silently.

Why don't you read it?

Is it brewing?

He Ming feels a little strange.

He was waiting for Lu Yuan to continue reading.

However, Lu Yuan didn't read it anymore.

Just so silent...

"I'm fine." Lu Yuan seemed to think that the atmosphere would be weird if he remained silent, and he subconsciously reminded him after he didn't have the pleasure of pretending to be forced.

"???"

After hearing Lu Yuan say that he was fine, He Ming didn't react for a while, and the whole person was still in a daze.

just this?

Two sentences.

Gone?

Wait, if you understand carefully, this sentence seems...

Something?

…………………………

"???"

"Gone?"

"That's it?"

"Just one sentence?"

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light! This...it seems, a very philosophical sentence..."

"This……"

"It's a bit short, but I think this sentence is quite thought-provoking."

"He took off his headgear..."

"and many more……"

"he is……"

"He is, he is!"

"..."

There were discussions on the stage.

But after Lu Yuan took off his mask, the talk suddenly stopped.

When they saw the familiar Lu Yuan, they only remembered another identity of Lu Yuan.

The identity that seemed to have been forgotten in the dust for a long time.

People who don't understand still don't understand.

But the people who understand suddenly suddenly come across.

he……

It is indeed a poet.