studiobondurri Chapter 68 The key is that she's too beautiful!
Chapter 68 The key is that she's too beautiful!
It's trending?
Jiang Bai's heart stirred.
Quickly take out your phone.
Open Weibo.
Ninth on the trending list: #TheMostBeautifulLovePoem" "Seeing or Not Seeing"#
Then open TikTok.
Good guy.
The videos were everywhere, all with the background music of this poem being recited, accompanied by various touching scenes.
Videos with hundreds of thousands of likes are commonplace.
Jiang Bai swiped his finger and opened the comment section below the Douyin video.
This isn't a comment section; it's practically a massive online literature appreciation event and an emotional venting center.
The top-rated comment has hundreds of thousands of likes:
"'Silent love, quiet joy.' At first reading, I didn't understand the meaning of the song; upon rereading, I felt like I was living the song. This isn't just poetry; it's clearly my youthful experience of unrequited love!"
Then, the tone shifted, with some interpreting it from the perspective of family affection:
"Seeing this poem suddenly reminded me of my grandma who's still back in my hometown. Whether I go back or not, she's just like in the poem, always there, waiting for me without a trace of sadness or joy... I'm so moved, I'm buying a ticket home right now!"
Some experts even elevated the theme to the level of patriotism and national sentiment:
"This poem has such a grand scope! Whether you love me or not, love is there." Isn't this the most affectionate declaration from Motherland to her wandering children? No matter where you are, the motherland will always be your strongest support! Li Bai was a truly great talent!
Jiang Bai stared in disbelief.
"Is this the skill level of someone who gets a perfect score in reading comprehension?"
"I didn't even think that much about it myself, but you guys have elevated the central idea for me."
Of course, netizens with their silly and absurd humor will never be absent.
Amidst these touching comments, a few brilliant remarks stood out:
"Great poem! I'll also compose one: Whether you repay me or not, the debt remains, neither increasing nor decreasing. @You ungrateful brat, come and learn from me!"
"Math teacher's version: Whether you study or not, zero points are there, never leaving you."
"Weight loss version: Whether you eat or not, the fat will stay on your belly, it will only increase and never decrease."
Beyond those who made jokes, many were amazed by the quality of the poem:
"To be honest, I'm sick of the poetry competitions these past two years. They're all just pointless whining or trash about who got rich. Finally! Finally, a decent poem that speaks like a human being and has some artistic merit has emerged!"
"Who exactly is this Li Bai? Can't we just drag all those so-called masters out and give them a good beating?"
"Rating first place is well-deserved!!"
Looking at all these positive reviews, and hearing the crazy pop-up notifications in the background.
[Ding! Popularity +1!]
[Ding! Popularity +1!]
Jiang Bai finally understood.
So this is the reason why my popularity has inexplicably surged since this morning!
And judging from the current situation, the hype is still growing.
[Ding! Current popularity score: 58,800... 59,200...]
It's about to break the 60,000 mark!
Jiang Bai was so excited that his chopsticks were trembling.
"We've struck it rich!"
"This isn't writing poetry; it's printing money!"
"And the cost is so low!"
Jiang Bai was excited.
Acting requires waiting for the show to air, and singing requires waiting for it to be recorded.
But once these poems are sent out, they will have an immediate effect!
The song "See You or Not" only cost 500 popularity points, and now the return on investment is over 100 times!
If you don't get into this highly profitable industry now, when will you?
"Strike while the iron is hot!"
"We have to make a few more!"
Jiang Bai's eyes burned with desire, and he immediately opened the system shop.
Search: [Poetry].
Sort by price: [from low to high].
Those classic masterpieces that cost thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, such as "Prelude to Water Melody," are currently unaffordable for me, and I dare not publish them indiscriminately, for fear of scaring people to death.
But those niche gems or modern poems that cost a few hundred points, aren't they easy to buy?
"This song, 'Fragment,' only has 450 popularity points. It's by Bian Zhilin. I'll buy it!"
"You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, while someone else admires you from a building—that's a truly captivating scene!"
"This song, 'Slowly in the Past,' has 700 popularity points? It's by Mu Xin, I'll buy it!"
"In the past, travel was slow, letters took a long time to arrive, and a lifetime was only enough to love one person—this was the ultimate weapon for literary youth!"
Jiang Bai exchanged three or four inexpensive modern poems that were widely circulated in his previous life.
In total, it only cost a little over a thousand popularity points.
This investment is practically negligible.
Followed by.
He took out his phone and frantically searched online for various literary competitions that were currently accepting submissions.
[The inaugural Golden Pen Literary Award is now accepting submissions...] -- Submit your work!
[Starlight Cup National Short Poetry Competition...] -- Submit!
[Annual Best Works Selection of "Youth Literature"...] -- Vote!
Regardless of the amount of the prize money.
The main strategy is to cast a wide net!
All of them were submitted using the pseudonym Li Taibai!
"Done!"
"You reap what you sow."
"If only these few lightning bolts could explode..."
"My popularity score of 200,000 is now secure!"
In a great mood, I had a big appetite.
Jiang Bai picked up the lunchbox, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and shoveled a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.
"It smells so good!"
"This 'gold digger'... oh no, this 'talent digger' is just delicious!"
...........
at the same time.
The faculty and staff restaurant is located on the second floor of the cafeteria.
Compared to the bustling, battle-like atmosphere of the first-floor student cafeteria, the second floor was clearly much more pleasant.
The air conditioning was strong, and there was even soft music playing.
Old Zhang, carrying a tray, sat at a table with several teachers with whom he usually had a good relationship.
He was in an exceptionally good mood today, so he specially ordered an extra braised lion's head meatball. After all, the department head had been praising him every time he saw him these past few days, which made him walk with a swagger and stand up straight.
"Hey Zhang, I heard your class is going to be the grand finale of this year's freshman welcome party?"
The speaker was a female teacher from the directing department next door, who loved to gossip.
Upon hearing this, Old Zhang couldn't suppress the smug smile on his face.
He feigned modesty, picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, and waved his hand dismissively.
"Hey, what's with all this talk about being the grand finale?"
"It was just a little show that the students in the class messed around with. I didn't interfere much; it was all thanks to the kids' own efforts."
"Just messing around?"
Another male vocal music teacher put down his chopsticks, giving him a "you're too Versailles" look:
"Old Zhang, that's going too far!"
"I was at the rehearsal last night. The program was called 'Love You,' right? That level of quality, could you possibly achieve by just messing around?"
"Both the arrangement and the dance are top-notch! Especially that typhoon scene, they were as steady as a veteran artist who's been in the industry for years!"
Old Zhang was secretly delighted, but outwardly he had to pretend, "Really? I had something to do yesterday and couldn't go. Is it really that good?"
"It's more than just good!"
The female teacher replied with a look of amazement:
"The key is that she's too beautiful!"
"That face, that figure, especially in that sailor uniform, wow... even I, a woman, am smitten."
"Our school hasn't had a sweet-looking school beauty like her in years, has it? Her legs are so thin and straight, like she stepped out of a manga!"
click-
Old Zhang had just taken a bite of the braised lion's head when it fell back onto the plate, splashing a drop of oily broth.
He chewed the remaining half of the meat in his mouth, his movements stiff and his eyes vacant.
A question mark slowly appeared in my mind: ?