Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Classic Web Novel Tropes
Mengmeng: "Meh meh?"
Ji You hinted for a long time, happy beyond words when she finally got a response from the silly alpaca. Just when she was about to say something, she noticed Mengmeng’s head continuously rubbing against her chest.
Ji You: "..."
So, she still didn’t understand?
At this moment, the new competition question had already been announced.
The butler robot in the cafe doubled as the host and looked around, saying: "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and contestants, this is today’s fourth round. The content of the competition is ancient poetry quick-answer! After guessing the answer, you can press the button to respond to the question. Answering 5 questions correctly will allow you to pass this round."
Everyone: "Huh? Ancient poetry?"
What the heck?
This concept is something that interstellar people have heard of, but due to the chaos over thousands of years, interstellar people are all practical-minded. Entertainment items like movies, TV shows, novels, artworks, calligraphy, music... such things are very scarce. As for the melodramatic TV dramas that Teacher Mu Jianling was so obsessed with, these have only risen in popularity in recent years, perhaps because the public needed some entertainment. Thus, the TV series starring actress Ye Lu became a hit throughout the Alliance.
Of course, although TV dramas and movies have gradually gained popularity, they still haven’t become mainstream forms of entertainment. Compared to watching TV dramas, people prefer to enter simulated battlefields and have a thoroughly enjoyable match!
So, even less can be said about ancient poetry.
Only literary giants would have studied these, but such people, whether they are from the literary or art world, are extremely rare.
Among the 25 contestants present, including Ji You, all had a puzzled look: "Ancient poetry?"
What’s this all about?
Ji You panicked internally and shouted for Xiao You in her Spiritual World: "Xiao You, Xiao You, Xiao You, have you learned ancient poetry?"
Xiao You’s soft and glutinous voice timely responded: "Ancient poetry? No... I haven’t."
Hearing this, Ji You’s panic intensified, "What the hell, it’s a competition on ancient poetry quick-answer! I don’t know any of it! I’m like some ancient relic who doesn’t understand the history of the interstellar era."
Although she had memories from Xiao You, they weren’t deep enough; after all, they truly didn’t belong to Ji You.
Hearing this, Xiao You also got a bit anxious: "Sister... Sister... Sister... What should we do?"
After a brief moment of panic, Ji You quickly calmed down and reassured: "Xiao You, don’t panic, this is just a game for entertainment, it’s not a matter of life and death, so what’s there to worry about?"
"It’s the participation that counts!"
"We’re just here to have some fun."
"Don’t worry! I’ve got this!"
Xiao You, tucked in this secluded space, listened to her sister’s voice outside, word by word, so powerful and comforting. In an instant, Xiao You also calmed down.
Besides—
She couldn’t be of any help anyway.
Why worry for nothing and make her sister worry, right?
Xiao You smiled sweetly and said: "Sister, I got it, enjoy your game. I’m going to continue with my deductions..." Lately, she had been trying to simulate material processing within this space. Everything was in her head, a continuous chain of reasoning. Although she couldn’t actually do anything, Xiao You was still very happy.
Ji You said: "Okay."
"Here it comes!"
"I’m focusing on the competition."
Xiao You nodded hard: "Okay."
After the host announced the rules of the competition, he immediately presented the first quick-answer question: "Please answer, ’Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost on the ground. I look up and gaze at the mountain moon, I bow my head and think of the old hometown.’ Who is the poet of this ancient poem?"
Ji You: "???"
Huh?
Is this a joke?
It must be.
Ji You is dumbfounded.
Ji You is silly.
Ji You is suffocating.
But on the competition stage, after the question was thrown out, not a single person responded. Upon seeing this, Ji You: "???"
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So, are they genuinely clueless, or are they intentionally giving their opponents a chance?
At this moment, the robotic host, seeing no contestants buzzing in, said, "No one knows the answer to this question? If not, I’ll count down from three seconds, and then we’ll switch to a new question. 3-2—"
Ji You, with a bewildered face, timidly raised her hand: "Reporting, I know the answer."
The robotic host showed a hint of a smile and said, "Please, contestant, give your answer."
Ji You looked around and saw everyone staring at her seriously, without a hint of mockery. Additionally, she noticed several gazes of admiration and envy sizing her up, which made her scalp start to tingle.
Her voice was a bit stiff as she said, "The author of this line of poetry is the poet Li Bai, a renowned poet from the Ancient Earth’s feudal era during the Tang Dynasty."
The robotic host said, "Congratulations to the contestant, you’re correct, and the information provided is especially comprehensive."
Ji You: "..."
Ji You felt a bit weak in the knees.
Nervous.
No—
She was scared.
She could never have imagined that having been transmigrated to the interstellar era for so long, she would experience such a cliché.
Wasn’t this the same old transmigration cliché from ancient novels?
Borrowing poetry.
Borrowing songs and compositions.
Wait a minute...
Ji You could never have expected that one day, she too would have an opportunity to make use of it.
She was uneasy.
She was panicked.
She was anxious.
...
All this development had left her somewhat at a loss, and she even almost doubted whether she had picked up a Mary Sue protagonist script.
Then.
The robotic host moved on to the next question: "Please listen, ’In spring one sleeps, unaware of dawn; everywhere one hears the cry of birds. At night, the sound of wind and rain; how many flowers have fallen, one does not know.’ What is the name of this ancient poem?"
Xuzhou widened his eyes: "???"
Shen Changqing’s eyes held a slight bewilderment, but he was still wracking his brains.
Yue Qiyuan also lowered his head, seemingly pondering.
Sheng Qingyan opened his mouth, intending to buzz in, but seemed unsure, and therefore did not answer immediately.
The other contestants, one by one, had pairs of misty, bewildered eyes.
Ji You: "..."
Ji You trembled with fear, yet was secretly jubilant as she thought: Sorry, you uncultured weaklings, this lady here will gladly take this question as well.
Then, Ji You promptly pressed the buzzer and declared loudly, "This poem was written by Meng Haoran, a poet from Ancient Earth Huaxia, during the Tang Dynasty period, and the poem is called ’Spring Dawn.’"
The robot host smiled, even with a bit of deliberate exaggeration, and said, "Wow, this contestant named Ji You is really amazing, having answered two questions correctly in a row, truly surprising."
Ji You: "..."
No—
Her success was all thanks to her peers’ lapses.
No sooner had Ji You given her answer than Sheng Qingyan slammed the table in vexation, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "Gah! It’s infuriating Little Cutie! I had just come up with that answer! Why didn’t I buzz in?"
He felt that he was the first one to think of the answer, but hesitating for mere seconds allowed that accursed 4444, the poor dead, to steal it.
So infuriating!
Unable to sit still, Little Cutie Sheng Qingyan rolled up his sleeves, determined to redeem his pride!