Chapter 250 Is It that Short?

I am a cook.

Fatty Wei remained silent.

He seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by Lu Yuan's cooking skills.

He couldn't remember anything else.

The only thing I remember is that it was a very gloomy day.

As gloomy as his heart.

Are you a fucking cook?

He turned his head and subconsciously didn't look at Penguin Boy.

There is no other reason.

I just don't want to see Lu Yuan's shameless face.

although……

He's wearing a penguin headgear.

"Wow, do you run a restaurant?" Jia Jia circled around Lu Yuan and then looked at Lu Yuan jokingly while everyone was in a daze for a while.

"Well, it's a restaurant."

"Wow, then did we have a lucky meal today... I'm a standard foodie, penguin boy."

"Hey, cooking skills may have regressed a bit."

"Oh, well, but it shouldn't be bad even if it regresses..."

"Well, so-so, hehe."

"Haha, don't be modest!" Jiajia laughed, she thought this chubby penguin boy was quite interesting, at least it gave her a very stable feeling.

As for the identity of this penguin boy...

Well, Jiajia will never guess it.

"Jiajia, do you have any questions to ask? If you don't ask, just change to another..." He Ming smiled and shook his head.

Boss Lu's smoke bomb is still pretty big. If you are not someone who knows the inside story, you can't guess it at all...

It seems that the difficulty has increased exponentially.

"Oh,

I have one last question..."

"Row."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jiajia stared into Lu Yuan's eyes and laughed.

"No." Lu Yuan shook his fat hood and shook his head in a natural voice without any PS traces.

"Why doesn't a man who can cook have a girlfriend?"

"Should a man who can cook have a girlfriend?"

"That's right, okay, Mr. He, I can't guess, let's be next..." Jiajia finally gave up after going around Lu Yuan again. She didn't study poetry, and she didn't know much about poetry Follow, so even if she had the chance to ask a question she wouldn't know what to ask...

"Haha, okay, let's change to the next one, Shen Zhiwei, do you have any questions to ask Penguin Boy? By the way, I can only ask two questions..." He Ming took a look and was tragically off camera. Shen Zhiwei on the background board.

"En!" Shen Zhiwei nodded, noticed the direction of the camera, and turned around in front of Lu Yuan very seriously, and after a little thought, he showed a smile that seemed to be clear, "Do you weigh more than 150? "

"no."

"Oh? Are you mainly writing modern poetry or classical poetry?"

"Well, at present, I should be of the classical school of poetry."

"You are Mr. Guo Jingyao Guo!"

"no……"

"..."

After Shen Zhiwei saw the rejection, he couldn't think of anything else for a while, he hesitated and shook his head.

He said he couldn't figure it out.

"An Xiao, you seem ready to move, you can ask next time..." He Ming knew that Lu Yuan's identity was covered by a thick layer of fog, which probably would be difficult to uncover.

"Is your hometown Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

"um, yes."

"Are you under thirty years old?"

"Yes."

An Xiao frowned, looked the penguin boy up and down again, and then stared at Lu Yuan's eyes, which seemed to reveal a hint of sharpness.

This sharpness seemed to be able to see through Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also stared into her eyes, his eyes were very calm, as if he was confident...

The two of them just stared at each other, looking at each other...

"You should be Feng Ming, the youngest representative of the classical poetry school, right? No, you must be Teacher Feng Ming." After thinking for a long time, An Xiao finally came up with such a name. He didn't have a girlfriend, and he wasn't fat. Part cook, part poet...

An Xiao really couldn't think of another person.

"I'm not..." Lu Yuan laughed.

He suddenly found that everyone was drunk and I was sober. It felt very good.

He just stood here for everyone to guess, but no one could guess who he was.

Very comfortable.

"..."

An Xiao took a deep breath. At this moment, she was really at a loss. She almost thought about all the modern classical poets who met such conditions, but finally couldn't find any answer.

Could this person be the kind of poet who has just emerged but is not well-known? If that's the case, it's not normal to guess.

But it's impossible, the program "Happy Camp" can't find such a poet without a reputation, right? Otherwise, aren't we people making a joke? Except that the entire Shonan Taiwan is crazy, otherwise this is not reasonable...

An Xiao said that she couldn't figure it out.

"Director Wei, do you have any questions?"

"I... I'd better forget it... I don't read much poetry on weekdays, even if I ask, I can't guess it... Ha ha."

"How about you, Director Li?"

"me too."

Fatty Wei really didn't want to play such a wicked play with Lu Yuan.

He was really stunned by Lu Yuan's position as a chef.

At this moment, he wants to quietly be a background board and wait for the moment when the mystery is revealed...

As for Li Qi...

Seeing that Fatty Wei was used as the background board, he decided to use it himself as the background board.

"Oh, well, where is Shuyao?"

"I feel like you are an acquaintance of mine. I have an intuition that we must have met before. Have we met in the past six months?"

"Well, I've seen it." Lu Yuan looked at Liu Shuyao and laughed.

"Oh... I guess you should not only be a poet and a chef, um, you should have other identities in the circle, right? My circle means the entertainment circle, can you name another identity? Well, I I suspect that your identity as a poet is just a cover-up!" Liu Shuyao asked this question seriously.

She felt that the penguin boy's identity as a poet might be a cover. She felt that everyone might be confused by the identity of a poet. After all, in this society, as long as he writes a poem, he can be regarded as a poet, right?

She could be a poet.

"Well, I'm actually a singer..."

"Is it a singer-songwriter or..."

"This is the third question..."

"Oh." Liu Shuyao shook his head, then looked at Lu Yuan for a long time and finally closed his eyes, "I can't guess... But, I know you are definitely not a poet, at least not the kind of poet recognized by the government!"

Lu Yuan was silent.

He didn't know whether he was officially recognized or not, and he never even paid attention to it.

After coming to this world, he just copied two poems...

Is that a poet? Lu Yuan thinks this is not counted.

"Okay, Shuyao, you are wrong about this. He is a poet recognized by the official Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and his poems are still quite high in the official evaluation...Okay, little bear, what do you want to ask Penguin Boy ?"

"Then... I want to ask, what type of songs do you usually sing?"

"Let's rock the genre for now."

"Does your Weibo have many fans, at least over 100,000?"

"Yes."

"Then you should be Weibo's big rock V, Weishi!" The host named Xiao Xiong pushed his glasses, played a little handsome under the camera, and finally looked at Lu Yuan.

"no……"

"..."

Well, at this moment he also stopped cooking.

After the break, continue to be his background board.

The audience below was also a little speechless. After so many conditions and so many questions, they didn't ask who the penguin boy was. This is really speechless...

The audience couldn't guess who this man was.

Although they couldn't guess it, they became more curious about the identity of this penguin boy...

Who should this person be? He also sings rock and roll, is an officially recognized poet, and is also a chef. This is really very baffling.

Is there really such a person in this world?

"Penguin boy... We can't guess who you are, well, you won..." He Ming laughed, "I saw that all the guests had doubts about your poet status before the reveal, I miss you Can you put a poem on the spot to dispel the doubts of these people?"

"Cough, cough, Teacher He, don't give me a high hat, I'm not a poet, I'm just an amateur..."

"Haha, no, you are being modest. Although your poems are not many, they are definitely not comparable to amateurs. I have inquired. Many leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are full of praise for your poems."

"Haha, that's all absurd praise, absurd praise..." Lu Yuan continued to shake his thick butt.

"Mr. Penguin Boy, look, we and the audience are all looking at you, why don't you write a poem on the spot to dispel our doubts! Or read you a poem you wrote." Jia Jia was very excited to be next to Lu Yuan at this time.

"Yes, let me listen to any song." An Xiao also looked at Lu Yuan.

She felt really weird.

"Okay, okay... Everyone, don't force Mr. Penguin Boy, his identity as a poet is unquestionable, you will know when he takes off his headgear..." He Ming looked at Lu Yuan silently and felt that these people made Lu Yuan I feel a bit difficult, and I am going to get over this embarrassment. After all, writing poetry needs inspiration. If there is inspiration, then it’s good to say. If there is no inspiration, then it’s useless to force it. It is estimated that there will be even bigger surprises after Yuan reveals his face, but at this moment...

"Okay... then can I write a little modern poem?" Lu Yuan shook his bloated body, then looked at everyone.

"it is good!"

"?" He Ming was a little stunned.

Really come?

"Well, Mr. He, I can get rid of the voice changer. I'm not used to this voice changer..."

"Oh, just click here."

"Is that so?"

"right!"

"it is good."

After Lu Yuan pressed the voice changer, he moved his body, and then looked at everyone on the stage and the audience.

The eyes of the audience are varied.

Expected, questioned, negative, strange...

As for the people on stage...

All right.

Except for Fatty Wei and Li Qi, they were all curious.

Lu Yuan smiled.

He still recites a few modern poems.

After all, who didn’t have modern poetry in their textbooks when they were studying?

Lu Yuan took a long breath and cleared his throat...

At this moment, all the lights shone on his body, and it seemed that a strange radiance emerged.

It's time to act aggressively!

And Liu Shuyao stared at the penguin boy in front of him, and the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

As for An Xiao, he narrowed his eyes.

Modern poetry?

"The night gave me black eyes..."

Lu Yuan silently read such a sentence in a vicissitudes of life.

An Xiao was stunned.

She recognized Lu Yuan's voice.

Liu Shuyao was also taken aback.

She heard it too.

"I use it to find light!"

Lu Yuan continued to say the next sentence in a vicissitudes of life, but in this sentence, he added a sense of hope.

After two sentences, Lu Yuan looked at everyone silently.

Everyone also looked at him silently.

Why don't you read it?

Is it brewing?

He Ming felt a little strange.

He was waiting for Lu Yuan to continue reading.

However, Lu Yuan didn't think any more.

just be silent...

"I'm fine." Lu Yuan seemed to feel that the atmosphere would be weirder if he kept silent, and he subconsciously reminded him that he didn't have the pleasure of pretending as he imagined.

"???"

After hearing Lu Yuan say that he was well, He Ming didn't react for a while, and he was still in a dazed state.

just this?

Two sentences.

Gone?

Wait, if you understand it carefully, this sentence seems to be...

Something?

………………………

"???"

"Gone?"

"It's just gone?"

"Just one sentence?"

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light! This... seems to be a very philosophical sentence..."

"This……"

"It's a bit short, but I think this sentence is quite thought-provoking."

"He took off his hood..."

"and many more……"

"he is……"

"He is, he is!"

"..."

There were discussions off the stage.

But after Lu Yuan took off his mask, the discussion stopped suddenly.

When they saw the familiar Lu Yuan, they remembered Lu Yuan's other identity.

That identity that seems to have been dusty for a long time seems to have been forgotten.

People who don't understand still don't understand.

But those who understand suddenly suddenly realize.

he……

A poet indeed.

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