roccoschili Chapter 13: Principal Election (3)
Chapter 13: Principal Election (3)
Li Chongguang narrowed his eyes, a sneer on his face. He looked at Cen Jiexiao coldly, his eyes full of disdain, as if to say, "Do you really think you are that powerful?"
Li Chongguang was secretly calculating in his heart. He knew clearly how much knowledge Cen Jiexiao had. He thought that the poem just now was just a coincidence.
He must find a way to suppress Cen Jiexiao.
Li Chongguang calmly stepped forward, feigning humility as he bowed to Cen Jiexiao. His tone was filled with a hint of false admiration: "Niece, your poem has just been reviewed by your uncle. It is sure to become a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. Everyone is left wanting more. It's a rare opportunity to have such a significant occasion. Could you please teach me another poem?"
Cen Jiexiao smiled slightly. She had already noticed Li Chongguang's ill intentions, but he did not show any direct rejection.
Chen Zigui naturally saw through Li Chongguang's intention, and tactfully rejected it on behalf of Cen Jiexiao: "Although Li Jianyuan's proposal is good, now it is the selection of the principal after all. The literary exchange can be put on hold for the time being." He frowned slightly, trying to signal to Cen Jiexiao with his eyes not to agree to Li Chongguang's proposal.
However, Cen Jiexiao appeared remarkably confident, seemingly having anticipated Li Chongguang's intentions and prepared a response plan. "Uncle, since you've proposed it, as long as the three judges don't object, I have no objection. You can come up with the topic."
Cen Jiexiao held her head high and chest puffed out, full of confidence, her eyes filled with determination and self-confidence.
Seeing that Cen Jiexiao was so confident, Chen Zigui still felt a little worried. He was afraid that Cen Jiexiao would be used by Li Chongguang, which would be exactly what Li Chongguang wanted and become a tool for him to seize the position of the headmaster.
When Li Chongguang saw that Cen Jiexiao agreed, a smug smile appeared on his face. He was secretly delighted that he had finally found an opportunity to test Cen Jiexiao's talent and at the same time, he could take this opportunity to suppress her.
"Then, Lord Han, what do you think..." Li Chongguang gave Lord Han an inquiring look, expecting his affirmative answer.
Lord Han smiled slightly. He knew that Li Chongguang wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Cen Jiexiao, but he was also impressed by Cen Jiexiao's talent, so he decided to give this girl Cen Jiexiao a try to see if she had the real ability to support this academy.
"Since Miss Cen is willing to give us advice, General Zhou, Mr. Xie and I will agree on behalf of everyone." Lord Han said with a smile.
Next, we just have to wait and see Cen Jiexiao make a fool of herself.
"Xiao Xiao, the poem just now described the love between a man and a woman, so it might be a bit low-level. Everyone knows that our dynasty has been at war with the Langju tribe in the north for over thirty years, just to reclaim our homeland, Huajing, Yunzhou, and other twenty-eight states. In recent years, we have been repeatedly invaded by the Japanese invaders from the East China Sea. Could you please write a poem on this topic to boost the morale of our army and people?"
After hearing this, Cen Jiexiao pondered for a moment on the stage. She did not answer immediately, but closed her eyes and pondered, carefully chewing over this difficult question.
Cen Jiexiao's mind quickly replayed the works of famous poets, searching for inspiration. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and remembered her idol, a poet of great talent and awe.
Cen Jiexiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. She decided to dedicate her idol's work to everyone, so that everyone could feel his surging patriotic enthusiasm.
"I am not talented, so I am sorry to show you my poor performance." Cen Jiexiao bowed deeply to the audience, her tone was humble but full of confidence.
"My hair is standing on end with anger; I lean over the railing as the rain stops. I raise my eyes, look up to the sky and let out a long cry, my heart filled with lofty passion. Thirty years of fame and glory are now dust and dirt; eight thousand miles of journey are now clouds and moon. Don't wait until your hair turns grey in youth, only to be filled with empty sorrow." She sang softly, her voice gradually becoming more powerful and resonant, as if pouring all her patriotic feelings into it, infecting everyone.
"The shame of Huayun has not yet been avenged; when will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? Drive the long chariot and break through the gap in Wolf Mountain."
She suddenly raised her voice, which was as loud as a bell, deafening. Everyone in the audience stood up and stared at Cen Jiexiao on the stage, their faces full of excitement and admiration.
"With great ambition, I would eat the flesh of barbarians when hungry, and drink the blood of Japanese slaves when thirsty. When I start over, I will rebuild the old mountains and rivers and face the heavenly palace."
She sang the last line of the poem with great force. The whole hall seemed to be shocked by her voice and fell into silence. Everyone was impressed by the heroic spirit she displayed.
The audience was silent. They were shocked by Cen Jiexiao's poetry and moved by the love for her country and family that she displayed.
At this moment, Cen Jiexiao silently thought of the invincible god of war. General Yue, the afterglow of your ambition will never fade.
This poem perfectly combines patriotism and heroism. It is inspiring and uplifting, filling everyone's heart with hope and strength.
After hearing this, the people in the audience were excited, especially General Zhou and the personal soldiers. They recalled their experiences of fighting on the battlefield, dying on the battlefield, defending their country, and got goose bumps all over their bodies, and burst into boiling applause.
"Good! Good! Good!" General Zhou stood up excitedly and cheered loudly. He seemed to see his heroic figure on the battlefield and those soldiers fighting bloody battles.
Cen Jiexiao bowed deeply to everyone. She knew very well that the song "Man Jiang Hong" she had just sang was not only a slap in the face to Li Chongguang, but also a dedication to all those present who were concerned about the country and the people and worked for the country and the people.
"Except for Miss Cen, I really can't think of who can win this competition." General Zhou laughed heartily and said to everyone. He expressed his recognition of Sister Cen Xiao with his actions.
Lord Han and Dean Xie nodded approvingly. They were also impressed by Cen Jiexiao's poem and their hearts were filled with admiration and praise.
"After strict evaluation by the three of us, we unanimously decided to congratulate Miss Cen for winning the first round." Lord Han also stood up in satisfaction and took the lead in applauding. He originally thought that Sister Cen was just a spoiled little girl, but he didn't expect that she had such talent. This made him admire her.
Applause broke out in the academy and everyone present expressed their congratulations.
Cen Jiexiao turned to look at Chen Zigui. He bowed politely to express his congratulations, and the smile on his face was still as warm and healing as the winter sunshine.
Meanwhile, Uncle Li Chongguang's smile, seemingly warm, always left a chill in his eyes. His deep gaze made it difficult to discern his true intentions.
Li Chongguang originally thought that he could take this opportunity to suppress Cen Jiexiao and make her look bad in front of everyone, but he didn't expect that she could resolve the crisis with a poem. Could it be that Cen Jiexiao was really reborn in just one month?