Little Red Mushroom smiled, “See? You are even better than me. Who said your melody poem was too niche? See, the listeners still recognize it.”
Big Thunder waved his hand modestly, “Actually, I was not pleased with this melody poem of mine. It doesn’t have my character or mood. A poor response from everyone is also normal.”
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“Fourth place, Zhou Anyi, ‘Onlooking the Moon’. Vote count: 16,001!”
At this point, the fourth to tenth places had been read out. All of them were people from the Writers’ Association. Not a single netizen’s poem entered the top ten!
“It’s time for third place!”
“I’m so nervous. Who will it be?”
“Why haven’t we heard Zhang Ye’s name?”
“That’s right; could it be that he took third place?”
“It can’t be that high. He only had twenty minutes of voting time, so it won’t happen.”
As everyone was discussing, the female notary announced third place, “Third place, Zheng Anbang, modern poem, ‘Feelings of Mid-Autumn’. Vote count…19,822!”