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Chichi told Yi Jie that on the day she won the gold medal in the CMO finals, Yi Jie, through the introduction of Teacher Xun, met Teacher Liu Yu, a judge of the Chinese Poetry Conference. Yi Jie almost slammed the table in surprise, but fortunately she was still rational, suppressed her excited heart and trembling hands, and sat obediently in her seat to listen to the conversation between the two elders.

The qualification for participating in the Chinese Poetry Competition is not based on a public registration mechanism, but on an internal recommendation mechanism.

At this time, it is not only about personal strength, but also background. As the official representative of China TV, the 8 o'clock prime time program, the qualification to participate in the competition is very difficult to obtain in China.

It can be said that Yi Jie still has a bit of luck. If the system had issued this task last year, she would not even be able to step into the threshold.

In the box, Teacher Xun and Teacher Liu Yu were having a very pleasant conversation.

"Teacher Xun, isn't your student a potential student in mathematics competition? Why is he still thinking about participating in the poetry competition? Is there enough time?" Liu Yu clinked glasses with Teacher Xun and asked in confusion.

"The child is interested in it, and I am not an unenlightened person. If there is such an opportunity, I will fight for it for her. Besides, she must be capable of doing it, so I am bringing it up to you, right?"

In fact, when Mr. Xun first learned that Yi Jie was going to participate in the poetry competition, he was against it. The imo competition only lasted for a few months. If Yi Jie was distracted at this time, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted? He couldn't watch his beloved student waste precious time doing useless things.

Yi Jie repeatedly assured that it would not affect the competition and demonstrated her solid literary skills that she had quickly accumulated with the help of the knowledge sponge. Only then did Teacher Xun relent. Just then, he saw Yi Jie thinking about signing up and offered to help introduce her, and so this happened.

"Okay, I haven't seen you for a few years. You've become much more open-minded. Yi Jie, right? I know you. You became famous on the Internet some time ago. I've seen the video of your speech, it's very good. I didn't expect that you are more beautiful in person than in the video." Teacher Liu Yu looked at Yi Jie with admiration.

Yi Jie thanked Teacher Liu Yu for his compliment graciously, and her humble attitude made Teacher Liu Yu like her even more.

"In this way, strength is very important to participate in the poetry competition. There must be a screening. If you don't have the ability, I won't give you face even if your teacher Xun guarantees you. I will ask the questions and you will answer them. Do you have confidence?"

"Teacher, I will do my best." Yi Jie replied firmly.

"Okay! Listen carefully. Recite the entire text of Li Bai's "Farewell at a Jinling Tavern" and express your own opinions."

Yi Jie recited the whole poem steadfastly. She had conquered the Immortal Poet at the very beginning of her preparation. Just kidding, this great talent must be on the must-test content. Even though the poem that Teacher Liu tested was not a particularly famous piece of the Immortal Poet, Yi Jie was still very adept at it.

He expressed his views on the poem by citing classics in every aspect, without even a pause in between. Teacher Liu Yu's expression became more and more satisfied. It seemed that Mr. Xun's students had quite a lot of insights into poetry at such a young age.

After more than a dozen rounds, Teacher Liu Yu asked questions freely and Yi Jie answered them to her heart's content. Teacher Xun drank leisurely with a sense of honor.

"You old man, you are so lucky. You haven't taught students for so long, but the quality of your work is so high. I envy you!" Teacher Liu Yu was very jealous.

"You got there first, don't worry about it." Teacher Xun raised his wine glass and took a sip proudly. Teacher Liu Yu rolled his eyes at him, then turned to look at Yi Jie, smiling again.

"I have approved your eligibility to participate. I will register your name for you. The competition schedule will be announced in a few days. I will tell you, Mr. Xun, to practice more at home during this period. Chinese poetry is profound and there is more to learn."

"Thank you, Teacher Liu. I will read and learn more." Yi Jie answered happily. Today was a day of double happiness.

The competition schedule was released three days later, and Teacher Xun sent it to Yi Jie immediately.

There are three rounds of the Chinese Poetry Competition, one in which the teams compete in the top twelve to the top six, one in which the teams compete in the top six, and the final night.

The test of selecting six from twelve mainly involves filling in blanks in poems, reciting poems, and answering questions within a limited time under various interferences. Yi Jie is confident in this. The first system item she got was a sobering pill. After taking the pill, she is always in the best condition no matter whether it is a big test or a small test, and is hardly affected.

The questions for the sixth to fourth round are a bit more difficult: the poem should be performed, not only showing the highlights of rhyme and tone, but also giving it emotion. At the end, it is necessary to expand the poem by oneself and talk to the poet from the perspective of today, without being bound by form. It tests the contestants' literary background and their interpretation ability.

Yi Jie is not very confident, and this stage of the competition is the real part where her true strength is revealed, so she can only respond to the opponent's moves as they come.

The final is an all-round and in-depth competition, with multiple difficulty assessments such as idiom flying flowers, super flying flowers, couplets, etc. This is a test of the contestants' insights to determine the champion.

It seems that relying on oneself is not enough, one needs to find a teacher. Yi Jie grabbed her messy hair, it was really like one teacher has not yet been solved when another teacher arises.

She shamelessly asked the elders to find a suitable Chinese language teacher for her. Grandpa Shi then made a big move and asked his brother-in-law, the contemporary literature master Xiang Wanyun, to give Yi Jie pre-match training.

Yi Jie almost knelt down in front of Grandpa Shi. One teacher was more awesome than the other. He was a person who appeared in textbooks and specialized in the study of ancient Chinese literature. It was really condescending for him to teach her, a layman.

Yi Jie had no chance to retreat, and she was dragged by Grandpa Shi into Master Xiang's house.

The antique five-story house gave Yi Jie the illusion of traveling back in time. Yi Jie knew that Shi's grandfather's wife was a lady from a wealthy family, a real lady from an aristocratic family, and today she got to see everything. She didn't dare to touch anything casually, because everything in the house looked like an antique, and she couldn't afford to pay for it if it was damaged.

Master Xiang was wearing a green robe and practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard, looking like an immortal. When he saw Grandpa Shi and Yi Jie, they did not stop practicing and greeted them with a smile.

"Come on, sit down for a while."

Grandpa Shi brought two stools familiarly and pulled Yi Jie to sit down.

"Your posture is not standard. I told you that you are not cut out for this. You'd better grab the pen." Grandpa Shi complained without any scruples.

"How can you compare with you, my brother-in-law? This is the child I want to teach. Come and practice a few moves with me. If I think you are good, I will accept you." Master Xiang raised his head towards Yi Jie, motioning her to come over and practice together.

Yi Jie was pushed out by Grandpa Shi in a daze, and she performed Tai Chi completely based on instinct.

It can only be said that long-term martial arts training is very useful. The essence of Tai Chi is to use weakness to control movement, to use softness to overcome hardness, and there is no fixed set of moves. Yi Jie followed the movements a few times and became quite good at it.

"Hahaha, I told you that you are not suitable, but you didn't believe me. Look at how long these young people have been learning, and they are much better than you in practice." Grandpa Shi clapped his hands and laughed.

Yi Jie almost buried her head in the ground. "Grandpa Shi, you are just making me hate you. You haven't even become my master yet, but you've already stolen his limelight."

Unexpectedly, Master Xiang didn't mind at all, and said to Yi Jie cheerfully: "You are very good, come and practice Tai Chi with me every day to calm your mind and spirit."

Yi Jie pointed at herself in surprise and said, "Can I practice Tai Chi with you?"

"That's right." After Master Xiang finished his set of punches, he closed his eyes and began to breathe in and out.

But she came here to study ancient Chinese literature, not to practice Tai Chi. Yi Jie was wondering what to say.

Grandpa knocked her head and said, "You have accepted me as your apprentice, why don't you change your name? In the future, learn ancient poetry from me and win a championship."

Seeing that the master had no intention of objecting, Yi Jie was delighted. She was just confused. Couldn't she learn something after practicing Tai Chi?

"Hello, teacher! I will definitely study hard!" Yi Jie bowed 90 degrees with a loud voice.

"If you don't practice Tai Chi well, I won't teach you sincerely." Master Xiang opened his eyelids and glanced at Yi Jie.

Unexpectedly, the master also had a heart of a naughty boy. Yi Jie Le repeatedly assured that she would definitely be the best sparring partner, which made the master feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

According to the old custom, they offered each other a cup of tea, and the master-disciple relationship was completely established.