Ancient Earth Culture Propaganda Bureau
Director Shen Qingyang sat on a large armchair. "Qingxue, you are the host this year. You have to perform well. This is an opportunity I managed to win for you." Shen Qingyang said earnestly.
"Thank you Director, I will work hard to live up to the Director's entrustment." Song Qingxue nodded with firm eyes.
"Well, I am very relieved to have you in charge. You will send a copy of the materials for this year's competition to Meng Yulan."
Song Qingyang paused, "It's Su Jin's first time participating in the competition, and she may not have enough ability and knowledge in all aspects. Let's take care of him more during the competition."
"Okay, Director, I will." Song Qingxue smiled.
After leaving the bureau chief's office and returning to her own office, Song Qingxue's face instantly became gloomy.
Looking at the competition materials in front of him, Song Qingxue's face was inexplicable, her eyes darkened, she rummaged through and sent the materials to Meng Yulan.
After finishing all this, Song Qingxue packed up the documents on the desktop, took the red handbag, and turned around to leave the office. fun reading
"Qingxue, you came out, Young Master Li, but I've been waiting for you outside the door for a long time." Colleague Lu Zhenzhen said jealously.
"That's right, that big bouquet of flowers is precious, but I'm envious of the lesbians in the bureau." Zhong Ling, who was next to Lu Zhenzhen, said.
Listening to the yin and yang words of the two, Song Qingxue silently nodded to the two and walked out the door.
I saw a luxurious suspension car outside the gate, parked on the side of the road. A man holding flowers leaned against the car door. He stared at the gate of the Propaganda Bureau without blinking. As if afraid of missing something.
The man is tall and slender, wearing a luxurious handmade suit, showing the man's wealth everywhere.
Seeing Song Qingxue coming out of the gate, the man regained his energy in an instant, and trotted forward with flowers in his hands.
"Qingxue, you are here. These are the flowers I gave you, your favorite roses." The man handed the flowers to Song Qingxue.
Song Qingxue endured it, feeling impatient in her heart. : "Thank you!" After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards his suspension vehicle.
The man spoke actively. : "Qingxue, I would like to treat you to dinner, do you have the honor?"
"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I have an appointment tonight." Song Qingxue's voice was cold and arrogant, and she said without looking back, as if it was a luxury to give the other party a look.
Looking at Song Qingxue who was going further and further away, the man disdainfully threw away the flowers he hadn't given away. "Song Xinxue, one day I will let you bow down under my suit pants." The man said bitterly.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Mu Mengyulan sighed in her heart, Qingxue hasn't let go yet.
After dinner. Meng Yulan and Su Jin sat in the living room, preparing for the Earth Culture Competition.
"Look, this is the data of previous years' competition. This competition is divided into 4 rounds." Meng Yulan pointed to the screen and said to Su Jin.
Su Jin took a look. The first round was quizzes on poetry knowledge, mainly asking about the dynasty authors of some poems and the meaning of the poems.
In the second round of verse writing, the contestant added the next sentence from the previous sentence on the screen.
In the third round of the flying flower order, the host's questions were no different from the flying flower order of the earth age.
The fourth round of Guess Guess for Ancient Earth Supplies. It mainly displays some supplies from the ancient earth era. Let the contestants guess the function of the supplies.
Su Jin clicked on the entry poetry information that Meng Yulan sent him. After a cursory look, most of these are known to me, so there shouldn't be a big problem.
As a college student on earth, I feel that I am still a liberal arts subject, and I am quite familiar with Tang poetry, Tang poetry, and Song Ci.
"These are not difficult, just memorize and memorize them more. You have to work hard these few days, and if you memorize them by heart, try to get a ranking and honor our main star." Meng Yulan encouraged Su Jin.
In the past few years, Song Qingxue has participated in the competition with him, and won the championship every time. This time, Song Qingxue, as the host, Su Jin, has never participated in it.
Her deadly rival Zhao Lixia will also participate in the competition, and she must not lose to her deadly rival. Meng Yulan has a heart that refuses to admit defeat.
Encouraged by her mother-in-law, Su Jin naturally did not dare to neglect. Read the materials honestly and recite all kinds of poems, although I am not familiar with the poems. I am familiar with it, but it is always right to read more, not to mention that there are many detailed rules of the game in the information, and I need to understand it myself.
Seeing the diligent and well-behaved Su Jin trying to recite the materials, Meng Yulan walked gently into her room and stopped disturbing Su Jin from reciting the materials.
The Song family
Song Qingxue. Lie on the bed wearing soft pajamas. The enchanting and graceful figure is very imaginative. "Why do you call here when you have time?" Song Qingxue looked at. Huang Ying in the video received it.
"I heard that you became the host of the ancient earth cultural event this year. Congratulations." Huang Ying said with a smile.
"There's nothing to be congratulated about. It's a matter of certainty, and it's not like you don't know it."
"Of course I know your ability, but it's just that it's cheap. The one surnamed Su is also a cultural propaganda ambassador. I don't think he has the face to stay on the main star until the last one in the competition." Huang Ying said with eyes full of resentment.
Song Qingxue smiled contemptuously when she heard the words, "Who knows, it's out of our control." Song Qingxue took a sip of coffee, "I heard that you represent Yuxing in the competition this time."
"Well, this time it's me and Zhou Bing from the Yuxing Propaganda Bureau."
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After reading a round of materials, Su Jin stretched. He took the orange juice on hand and took a sip. Looking at the various questions from fans on his new blog. Su Jin picked up some answers.
When the fans saw Su Jin go online, they became excited again in an instant.
"Madam, don't let those sunspots' comments affect our support for you, we believe you will definitely get the ranking"
"Trust us in you."
But in an instant, Su Jin's comments accounted for hundreds of believers.
Su Jin shook her head amusedly, never expecting her fans to be so enthusiastic.
Su Jin replied: "I will try my best to memorize the materials and study to the best of my ability. But I can't guarantee that I will win the first place. After all, I am not very familiar with the rules of the competition and the culture of the ancient earth." Su Jin He replied humbly, one cannot talk too much.
Seeing Su Jin's reply, Heizi immediately jumped out again.
"I'll just say Su Jin. I don't have the confidence to get the ranking for our ancestors, otherwise. How can I make excuses for myself?
"I just said that you may not be able to get the ranking. I don't think it's not bad to be the last one."
"It's not impossible to take the last place. I won't be able to lose face by then."
Watching the black fans jump out one by one.
"Your face is really big. When is it your turn to represent the main star?" Su Jin's fans replied not to be outdone.
"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it. Please don't pour dirty water under Madam's new blog."
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Seeing that the following scolding battle was about to start again, Su Jin expressed that she was very helpless, so she should quit Xinwang and continue to read the information.