Qin Lang felt a deep sense of disdain for President Sun’s “shameless” behavior.
However, with media reporters around, and since President Sun had already declared that Qin Lang was someone he had invited, if Qin Lang insisted on leaving, wouldn’t that be equivalent to slapping President Sun in the face in front of everyone?
But looking at President Sun’s beaming smile, Qin Lang couldn’t bring himself to refuse outright. After all… the other party did seem to think highly of him.
Just as Qin Lang was hesitating, Zhao Qinghui firmly grabbed his hand.
“Xuanxuan, come on in quickly, don’t block the way for others outside!”
Without giving him a chance to argue, Zhao Qinghui pulled Qin Lang inside.
President Sun quickly followed. He knew very well that he had slightly “schemed” against Qin Lang this time. But he had no choice; who told Qin Lang to walk right into the line of fire? Besides, having this reported wouldn’t really harm Qin Lang either.
“But I still have other things to do. What if I just stay for a little while and then leave?”
A hesitant expression appeared on Qin Lang’s face.
Zhao Qinghui tightly held onto Qin Lang’s arm, her eyes sparkling. “Xuanxuan, since you’ve come to our Poetry Conference, it means fate has brought us together. And you’re so talented, how about you participate in this Poetry Conference?”
The corner of Qin Lang’s mouth twitched. He tried to gently pull his arm away but found it firmly clutched in Zhao Qinghui’s embrace. Although the sensation was quite pleasant… this wasn’t really the time to be thinking about that.
“I was actually trying to get to Building B, but I ended up at Building A. There are people waiting for me over there!”
Qin Lang had no choice but to explain quietly.
Zhao Qinghui blinked her eyes. “You mean… you wanted to go to the third floor of Building B?”
Qin Lang nodded.
“Then it’s fine!”
Zhao Qinghui said with a smile, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
“Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Qinghui, and my second uncle is… Zhao Kongxi, the director of Jiuyang TV Station! The place you wanted to go… should be where my second uncle is, right? I’ll just give him a quick call to let him know!”
Qin Lang’s eyes widened in surprise.
This Zhao Qinghui… is Director Zhao’s niece?
This world is too small, isn’t it?
“I just came back from Yandu today. My second uncle said he wanted to throw a welcome party for me. Since I’m participating in the Poetry Conference, they’re preparing things in Building B. I just need to go over after I finish here!”
“My second uncle said he would give me a surprise later… Maybe that’s why he invited you.”
Qin Lang suddenly understood. So that’s how it was!
But soon, Qin Lang realized something. The person who invited him… wasn’t Director Zhao, but that little boy Zhao Yunfeng.
“Could it be that little boy’s invitation was also Director Zhao’s idea?”
That might be the only explanation.
Under Qin Lang’s gaze, Zhao Qinghui quickly took out her phone and briefly explained the situation to the person on the other end.
“OK, Xuanxuan, so now you can participate in our Poetry Conference. It’s really fun!”
Qin Lang gave a wry smile. What’s so fun about a Poetry Conference?
I’m a terrible student; these poetry events are for smart people. If I participate, won’t I just make a fool of myself?
“Miss Zhao…”
“Xuanxuan, just call me Qinghui or Huihui!”
Zhao Qinghui quickly said. “We’re about the same age. Calling me Miss Zhao sounds too formal.”
Qin Lang had no choice but to say, “Qinghui, I really don’t know much about poetry. If I participate, won’t I just be a laughingstock?”
“Xuanxuan, stop being modest. You just matched ten couplets to my first line! Even those teachers in the poetry world might not be able to match them that quickly!”
Qin Lang felt a bit embarrassed inside.
The reason he could match ten couplets in a row was entirely because he had seen that first line before on Earth.
Back then, he was still in high school and had a crush on a girl who was very interested in classical literature. To pursue her, Qin Lang spent a lot of energy studying her preferences!
She liked poetry, so Qin Lang frantically memorized all kinds of poems and then brazenly discussed them with her.
She liked listening to music, so Qin Lang kept practicing songs, singing the ones she loved most.
She liked couplets, so Qin Lang collected all sorts of couplets, discussed them with her, and tried to make her happy.
Qin Lang originally thought that sincerity would move even metal and stone, and his efforts would surely touch her heart.
But Qin Lang never expected that in the end, the girl got into the BMW of a rich fellow student from the same school.
She would rather cry in a BMW than smile on the back of a bicycle.
This hit Qin Lang hard. For a while, he even gave up on himself. His originally excellent grades plummeted. Fortunately, he woke up in the last six months, studied hard, and managed to get into Yunjing University.
As for Zhao Qinghui’s first couplet, that was something he had seen back then.
Thinking back on these things, although they were now memories hidden deep in the past, recalling them now still stirred a sense of wistfulness in Qin Lang’s heart.
At that moment, President Sun came over, a trace of guilt on his face.
“Miss Qin, I’m really sorry about what just happened. I was a bit presumptuous. But I genuinely hope you can participate in our Poetry Conference and contribute to the promotion of poetry!”
Qin Lang hesitated for a moment before saying, “But I don’t really understand poetry. As you know, I’m a singer, so most of my energy is usually focused on singing.”
“If you don’t want to participate, you could just be a guest commentator!” President Sun quickly said.
If you asked who the most popular celebrity in Kyushu was recently, if Qin Yunxuan was second, probably no one would be first. After all, with her singer status and the crisis surrounding the Jinxiu clothing brand endorsement, Qin Yunxuan had become the focus of the entire internet within a few days!
Once the public knew Qin Yunxuan was participating in the Poetry Conference, it would absolutely boost the Conference’s attention by countless degrees.
That was why President Sun had acted “shamelessly” earlier. For the promotion of Kyushu poetry, what was losing a little face?
“Miss Qin, people’s attention to poetry is getting lower and lower. Kyushu’s poetry is the cultural essence of our land. If this essence fades away in our generation, we will be the sinners of history!”
President Sun said earnestly. “I know this request is very irregular, but I still hope… you can put aside any previous unpleasantness and contribute to Kyushu’s poetry!”
“Yeah, Xuanxuan, can you please help out this time?”
Looking at President Sun’s sincere face, and then at Zhao Qinghui’s pitiful expression, Qin Lang sighed. “Alright, but… I’ll only be a guest. I really don’t know much about the Poetry Conference!”
He wouldn’t admit that he agreed partly because of Zhao Qinghui’s second uncle.
“That’s okay, I’ll explain it to you!” Zhao Qinghui said, her face full of smiles.
