chsdbacks Chapter 11 Red Bean Cup National Poetry Competition
Chapter 11 Red Bean Cup National Poetry Competition
Although you have the system, your health is the foundation of everything.
Yesterday's ten laps nearly killed him, making him acutely aware of the importance of physical strength.
If you want to sing and dance in a dress at the freshman party, you need to have the stamina!
Jiang Bai rolled over and got out of bed.
After washing up, I changed into a refreshing set of sportswear.
It was only a little past eight in the morning.
My roommates are still fast asleep.
Gu Dapeng's snoring was deafening, and Su Ze was still talking in his sleep, shouting "Goddess, don't go!"
Jiang Bai tiptoed out the door.
Today is the second day of registration, and also the last day of holiday before military training.
The campus is already bustling with activity.
On the main road, freshmen can be seen everywhere dragging their suitcases, their faces full of anticipation for university life.
Many returning students were also rushing to class on bicycles, textbooks in hand.
Jiang Bai wore a baseball cap, pulling the brim down to minimize his presence.
He ran several laps around the playground.
With the 1 point of stamina boost from yesterday, my steps were noticeably lighter today.
After finishing his run, he strolled leisurely along the tree-lined path, intending to go to the cafeteria to buy a steamed bun.
Just then.
A murmur of conversation reached his ears.
"Hey, did you hear? Our school got a super-handsome new guy this year!"
"Of course! The forum's exploded! That girl in the white dress is absolutely stunning!"
"My roommate stared at the photos all night, and I was worried he would collapse from exhaustion."
"I heard that several entertainment companies are inquiring about her and want to sign her directly."
"It's a pity, no one knows which class they were in, and no one has been able to find out yet."
Jiang Bai paused in his tracks.
I almost dropped the campus card I had just taken out of my hand.
Good guy.
The hype hasn't died down yet!
Not only did it not go down, but it seems even more popular than yesterday?
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.
Jiang Bai quickly took out his phone and opened Douyin.
I don’t know, I’m scared.
The first recommended item on the splash screen was a video made from the photo of him that was taken without his knowledge yesterday!
It was accompanied by an extremely ambiguous background music.
The data below the video was absolutely dazzling.
Likes: 18.6.
Comments: 2.3.
Forwarded: 5.6.
"hiss--"
Jiang Bai gasped.
Hundreds of thousands of likes?
This is already a minor hit!
Moreover, this is just one of the reposted videos; if we include those posted by other marketing accounts, the overall popularity across the internet is probably even higher.
He browsed the comments section.
"This is the true pinnacle of pure desire!"
"Three minutes. I need all the information on this woman, or I'll kill myself!"
"I'm from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and I can attest to this: this person really exists, but he's elusive and rarely seen."
"What kind of fairy has descended to earth?"
Look at all these compliments.
Jiang Bai felt both ashamed and somewhat pleased.
But then, a question popped into my mind.
"That's not right, Chief."
Jiang Bai asked in his heart.
"This video has over 100,000 likes. Even if only one-tenth of the people who saw the photos liked it, my popularity score should still be over 10,000."
"How come I only have a little over four thousand now?"
"Did you steal my popularity points?"
"System developers need to have a conscience; they can't take bribes or demand kickbacks!"
The system's cold voice immediately rang out, carrying a hint of disdain at being questioned.
Please refrain from questioning the fairness of this system with your meager mathematical skills.
Popularity is not simply calculated based on clicks or likes.
Only those who develop genuine goodwill towards the host and convert it into fan interest can contribute popularity points.
Jiang Bai was taken aback: "Fans? There's a specific way to do that?"
【certainly. 】
The system begins providing science information.
[Casual fans/Regular fans: Those who develop a favorable impression of the host and are willing to follow your activities. Each person contributes 1 popularity point.]
[Delirious Fans: Extremely infatuated with the host, willing to spend money, support the host in rankings, and even lose their minds. Each fan contributes 100 popularity points.]
[Lifetime Fan/Die-hard Fan: Views the host as a faith, remaining loyal no matter what the host becomes, even if the host becomes a man. Each fan contributes 1000 popularity points.]
[Note: When a member of the fan base achieves significant social success by leveraging the host's work or influence, they will also receive a substantial amount of popularity points in return.]
After hearing the explanation, Jiang Bai suddenly understood.
It turned out to be the case.
Most of the tens of thousands of likes on Douyin are from casual observers just watching the show.
They just think, "Wow, this girl is pretty," casually give a like and swipe away, and might forget about her the next second.
The conversion rate to over four thousand real popularity points is already considered very high.
"It seems that if you want to get rich quickly, you still have to purify your fanbase."
"Ideally, we could have a few die-hard fans, or even lifelong fans."
"But system, what does it mean to stay by my side even if I become a man?"
"I'm a man, okay? A real man!"
Jiang Bai complained, "How can this system be so clueless!"
As he was complaining, his finger unconsciously swiped up and scrolled to the next video.
An officially verified account popped up.
[China Poetry Association]
The pinned video has a striking and artistic title.
In the Name of Love, Writing About the World's Mortal Realms—The First "Red Bean Cup" National Poetry Competition: Deadline Approaching!
Jiang Bai originally intended to row away.
He wasn't interested in this kind of overly formal competition.
But just as his finger was about to swipe across the screen, he caught a glimpse of the large words on the video's cover.
First prize: 100,000 yuan in cash.
Swish!
Jiang Bai's fingers braked instantly.
His eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells.
"One hundred thousand?!"
He immediately clicked on the video details.
This is a literary competition open to submissions nationwide.
The theme is love.
There are no restrictions on genre; classical Chinese poetry, modern poetry, and prose poetry are all acceptable.
The work must be original, possess a beautiful artistic conception, and be able to move people's hearts.
The key is--
Deadline for submission: 12:00 noon today.
Selection period: Results will be announced one week later, and prize money will be distributed immediately.
Jiang Bai's heart began to pound wildly.
"This is it!"
"This is practically made for me!"
This world highly values entertainment and has reached its peak in its emphasis on copyright and original works.
An ordinary poetry competition can have a prize of up to 100,000 yuan!
And you can get the money in just one week!
Isn't this faster than writing a novel?
Isn't this simpler than selling songs?
Isn't this better than selling kidneys?
Jiang Bai glanced at his phone; it was 9:30 in the morning.
There are still two and a half hours until the deadline.
There's still plenty of time!
"Modern prose poetry..."
"love……"
Jiang Bai's brain began to work at lightning speed.
In his past life on Earth, those classic love poems flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
Xu Zhimo's "Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again"?
No, that's farewell, not sweet enough, and a bit too long.
Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree"?
It's too serious, it's a bit like a textbook.
Yu Xiuhua's "Crossing Half of Xia Country to Sleep with You"?
Cough cough, this is too wild, I'm afraid the old judges won't be able to handle it.
Gu Cheng's "Far and Near"?
"you,
Look at me in a bit.
I'll watch the clouds in a bit.
I think,
You see me from a distance.
When you look at the clouds, they seem very close.
This is great!
The artistic conception is absolutely stunning!
But the word count is a bit too low; I'm afraid people will say it's perfunctory.
Jiang Bai pondered for a moment while reopening the system shop.
He entered the keyword "modern love poems" into the search bar.
If you want to secure that 100,000 yuan, you can't rely solely on those fragmented memories.
We absolutely have to go for the ultimate move!
The online store page has been refreshed.
A series of poems jumped out.
The prices are all very cheap.
After all, the commercial value of poetry in this world is far less than that of songs and novels.
Most of them have popularity scores between 100 and 1000.
Jiangbai is sorted by price from low to high.
His gaze swept quickly across the area.
Sudden.
The title of a poem caught his attention.
"To See or Not to See".