Chapter 251

I'm a chef.

Wei was silent.

He seemed to think of the fear once dominated by Lu Yuan's cooking skills.

He didn't remember anything else.

The only thing I remember is that it was a gloomy day.

Just like his heart.

You're a damn cook, too?

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.

Although

He was wearing a penguin headgear.

"Wow, are you running a hotel?" After a brief period of stupidity, Jiajia makes a circle around Lu Yuan, and then looks at Lu Yuan playfully.

"Yes, it is."

"Wow, are we lucky today I'm a standard eater, penguin boy. "

"Well, the cooking may be a bit backward."

"Oh, OK, but even if it's a step backward, it should not be bad..."

"Well, general, ha ha."

"Ha ha, don't be modest!" Jiajia laughs. She thinks that the plump penguin boy is very interesting. At least it gives her a very stable feeling.

As for the identity of the penguin boy

Well, Jiajia can't guess.

"Jiajia, do you have any questions to ask? If you don't ask, I'll take another one... " He Ming smiles and shakes his head.

Mr. Lu's smoke bomb is still very big. If you are not familiar with the inside information, you can't guess it at all

It seems that the difficulty has doubled.

"Oh, one last question for me..."

"Yes."

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

"No Lu Yuan shakes his big headgear. The sound of shaking his head is natural without any PS trace.

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

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

"Right, OK, Mr. He, I can't guess. Next one..." Jiajia finally gave up after walking around Lu Yuan. She didn't study poetry and didn't pay attention to it. So even if she had the opportunity to ask questions, she didn't know what to ask

"Ha ha, OK, let's change to another one, Shen Zhiwei. Do you have any questions for penguin boy? By the way, only two questions can be asked... " Shen Zhiwei has been looking at the background of the tragedy.

"Well!" Shen Zhiwei nodded. After noticing the direction of the camera, he seriously went to Lu Yuan and turned around. After a little meditation, he showed a clear smile: "are you over 150?"

"No

"Oh? Are you mainly creating modern poetry or classical poetry? "

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

"You are Mr. Guo Jingyao and Mr. Guo!"

"No..."

“……”

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

He said he couldn't guess.

"An Xiao, you look ready to move. Next, you can ask..." He Ming knows that Lu Yuan's identity is covered by a thick fog, which is hard to uncover.

"Is your hometown Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

"Well, yes."

"Are you under thirty?"

"Yes."

An Xiao frowns and looks up and down at the penguin boy. Then she stares at Lu Yuan's eyes, which seem to reveal a trace of sharpness.

The sharpness seems to be able to see through Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also stares at her eyes, but his eyes are very calm, seems to be fearless

They just looked at each other with four eyes

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

An Xiao really can't think of a second person.

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

He suddenly found that everyone was drunk. It was very good for me to wake up alone.

He just stood here and let everyone guess, and no one could guess who he was.

Very comfortable.

“……”

An Xiao breathed a deep breath. At this moment, she was really at a loss. She almost thought over all the people who met such conditions in the modern classical poetry school, and finally could not find any answer.

Isn't this the kind of poet who is just emerging but has no fame? If that's true, it's not normal to guess.But it's impossible, isn't it possible to find such a poet without a brand name in "happy camp"? Otherwise, aren't we people making a joke? In addition to the fact that the entire southern Hunan Province is crazy, otherwise, it is unreasonable in terms of emotion and reason

An Xiao said he couldn't understand.

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

"I I'd better forget it I don't read poems very much on weekdays. Even if I ask, I can't guess Hehe

"How about Li?"

"Me, too."

Wei pangzi really didn't want to play such a funny play with Lu Yuan.

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

Now he wants to be a background board quietly and wait for the moment when the puzzle is revealed

As for Li Qi

When he saw Wei pangzi as the background board, he might as well be the background board himself.

"Oh, well, where is Shuyao?"

"I've met one of us half a year ago. I'm sure there's a person I've met with before, isn't there someone I know?"

"Yes, I have." Lu Yuan looks at Liu Shuyao and laughs.

"Oh I guess you're more than a poet and a chef. Well, you should have other identities in the circle, right? I mean the entertainment industry. Can you tell me another identity? Well, I suspect that your poet's identity is just a cover up Liu Shuyao asked this question very seriously.

She felt that this penguin boy's poet identity might be a cover, and she felt that everyone might be confused by the poet's identity. After all, in today's society, as long as you write a poem, you can be regarded as a poet, right?

She can be a poet.

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

"A creative singer or..."

"This is the third question..."

"Oh." Liu Shuyao shook her head and looked at Lu Yuan for a long time. Finally she closed her eyes and said, "I can't guess But I know that you are not a poet, at least not one of the officially recognized Poets

Lu Yuan is silent.

He didn't know whether he was officially recognized or not, and he never paid attention to it.

When he came to this world, he just copied two poems

Is that a poet? Lu Yuan doesn't think that's enough.

"Well, Shuyao, you are wrong about this. He is a poet recognized by the official Federation of literary and art circles, and his poems are highly praised in the official evaluation OK, bear, what do you want to ask penguin boy

"Well What kind of songs do you usually sing

"Rock and roll for a while."

"Do you have a lot of fans, at least over 100000?"

"Yes."

"Then you should be the rock big V of micro blog, strange stone!" The host named bear pushed his glasses, played a little handsome under the camera, and finally looked at Lu Yuan.

"No..."

“……”

Well, at this moment, he stopped eating.

He continued to serve as his background board after he stopped cooking.

The audience below were also made speechless. With so many conditions and so many questions, they didn't ask who the penguin boy was, which was quite speechless

The audience couldn't guess who the man was.

Although they can't guess, the more curious they are about the identity of the penguin boy

Who should this be? It's really puzzling to sing rock and roll, to be an official poet, and to be a chef.

Is there really such a person in the world?

"Penguin boy We can't guess who you are. OK, you won... " He Ming chuckled. "Before the presentation, I see that all the guests have doubts about your identity as a poet. I wonder if you can write a poem on the spot to dispel the doubts of these people first?"

"Cough, cough, teacher he, don't put a high hat on me. I'm not a poet. I'm an amateur..."

"Ha ha, no, you are modest. Although you don't have many poems, they can't be compared by amateurs. I've inquired about it. Many leaders of the Federation of literary and art circles praise your poems."

"Ha ha, it's all praise, praise..." Lu Yuan continued to shake the heavy back cover.

"Mr. penguin boy, you see, we and the audience are watching you. Otherwise, you can write a poem on the spot to dispel our doubts! Or recite the poems you have written Jiajia is very excited when she comes to Lu Yuan.

"Yes, I'll listen to any one." An Xiao also looks at Lu Yuan.

She felt really weird.

"Well, well Please don't force Mr. penguin. His identity as a poet is beyond doubt. You will know when he takes off his headgear... " After looking at Lu Yuan's silence, he Ming thinks that these people make Lu Yuan feel a little difficult, and he is ready to pass the embarrassment. After all, writing poetry needs inspiration. If there is inspiration, it's good to say. If there is no inspiration, it's useless to force. Anyway, the program effect is good now. After Lu Yuan is exposed, he will get a bigger surprise, but at this time"Well Can I have a little modern poetry? " Lu Yuan shakes his bloated body and then looks at everyone.

"Good!"

“？” He Ming was a little stunned.

Do you really come?

"Well, Mr. He, can I get rid of the voice transformer? I'm not used to it..."

"Oh, just click here."

"Is that so?"

"Yes

"Good."

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

The audience's eyes are all kinds of.

Expecting, questioning, negating, strange

As for the people on the stage

All right.

They are all curious except Wei Pang and Li Qi.

Lu Yuan smiles.

He can still recite a few modern poems.

After all, when reading, whose textbook does not have modern poetry is not

Lu Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief and cleared his throat

At this moment, all the lights on his body, it seems that there is a strange light.

It's time to be active!

But Liu Shuyao stares at the penguin boy in front of her, that kind of familiar feeling is more and more intense.

As for an Xiao, his eyes narrowed.

Modern poetry?

"The night has given me black eyes..."

Lu Yuan silently, with a mood of vicissitudes read out such a sentence.

An Xiao was stunned.

She recognized Lu Yuan's voice.

Liu Shuyao was stunned.

She heard it, too.

"But I use it to find light!"

Lu Yuan continued to use the voice of vicissitudes to say the next sentence, but in this sentence, he added a sense of hope.

After two words, Lu Yuan looked at the crowd in silence.

The crowd looked at him in silence.

Why not?

Is it brewing?

He Ming feels a little strange.

He's waiting for the landing to go on.

However, Lu Yuan did not read it again.

So silent

"I'm ready." Lu Yuan seems to think that the atmosphere will be more strange if he keeps silent. He doesn't have the pleasure of pretending to be forced in his imagination.

“？？？”

After hearing Lu Yuan say that he was better, he Mingyi did not react for a while, and the whole person was still in a state of muddle.

It's gone?

Two sentences.

No?

Wait a minute. If you understand it carefully, it seems that

Something?

…………………………

“？？？”

"No more?"

"It's gone?"

"Just one sentence?"

"The night has given me black eyes, but I use it to look for light! This It seems that a very philosophical sentence... "

"This..."

"It's a little short, but I think it's very thought-provoking."

"He took off his headgear..."

"Wait..."

"He is..."

"He is, he is!"

“……”

There was a lot of discussion off the stage.

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

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

That seems to be dust laden for a long time, seems to have been forgotten identity.

Those who don't understand still don't understand.

But people who understand suddenly suddenly suddenly.

He

It's really a poet, that's right.

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