It could be seen that all of them sincerely wanted Zhang Ye to qualify for the finals to prevent the lowlives from the Beijing Writers’ Association from achieving their target at discounting Zhang Ye’s authority within the literary circle.
Over there was a middle-aged man who suddenly smacked his own forehead. He then stepped forward with a writing brush and matched the couplet by writing on it while Xiao Lu, Hou Di and the others were thinking. After he wrote, he looked over at the 3 judges and received their acknowledgment. He laughed heartily. He had passed!
Xiao Lu was mad, “Someone got it before us!”
Hou Di said pitifully “Just a step short; we were close to an answer!”
“There are only two questions left.” Dafei reminded.