Chapter 110 Poetry Contest
Liu Mengmeng understood that Luo Yixi had always been bullied by Zhang Xinyue in the Imperial College because of her poor family background.
She had some feelings for Luo Yixi, but she also knew that in the Imperial College, expressing sympathy often meant putting herself in danger.
Still remember.
The sunlight shines through the high walls of the Imperial College, onto the ancient blue bricks, casting a mottled shadow.
Luo Xiyi sat by the window, flipping the book in her hands, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes. Liu Mengmeng quietly came over, sat opposite her, and sighed softly.
"Xi Yi, do you know? I've been wondering why Zhang Xinyue treated you like that." Liu Mengmeng frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.
Luo Xiyi smiled slightly, and the melancholy in her eyes faded a little: "Mengmeng, I know you care about me, but these are fate, I can't change it."
Liu Mengmeng widened her eyes and looked at Luo Xiyi: "But, you are so smart and so outstanding, why is fate so unfair to you?"
Luo Xiyi shook her head gently, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "No, Mengmeng, I don't think fate is unfair to me. At least, I can still study here and have the opportunity to change my destiny."
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the surrounding female disciples. They gathered around and whispered.
"Have you heard? Luo Xiyi was bullied again."
"Yes, this time it's Zhang Xinyue. She is notoriously vicious."
"But Luo Xiyi is really strong and she always makes it through."
The female disciples were talking about it, but Luo Xiyi seemed not to hear it. She was still quietly flipping through the book. Liu Mengmeng couldn't help but defend her.
"What do you know? Although Luo Xiyi's background is not good, her personality is far better than those so-called noble ladies. She deserves our respect."
The female disciples nodded one after another, with a hint of respect in their eyes. At this time, Zhang Xinyue came over, and she looked at Luo Xiyi with a sneer: "Hey, Luo Xiyi, your lackey is here to speak for you again?"
Luo Xiyi raised her head and looked at Zhang Xinyue firmly: "Xinyue, I know you don't like me, but please don't insult my friends."
Zhang Xinyue's eyes widened. She didn't expect Luo Xiyi to dare to contradict her. She said angrily: "You dare to contradict me? Fine, I will make sure you can't stay in this Imperial College any longer."
Liu Mengmeng immediately stood up and stood in front of Luo Xiyi: "Zhang Xinyue, don't be so arrogant, we won't let you succeed."
Zhang Xinyue sneered: "You think you can stop me? What a joke, I am the daughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, how can you lowly people defeat me?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and other female disciples stood up one after another, some supporting Luo Xiyi, and some supporting Zhang Xinyue. Shangguan Zhengming, the Dean of the Imperial College, saw this and immediately came over and said seriously: "Enough, this is the Imperial College, not a place for you to fight. Go back."
The female disciples dispersed, and Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng returned to their seats. Liu Mengmeng looked at Luo Xiyi, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "Xiyi, don't worry, I will always stand by your side."
Luo Xiyi nodded gently, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Mengmeng. I know that with you here, I am not fighting alone."
Finally, the annual poetry competition is here. This is an opportunity for all female students to show their talents and change their destiny. Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng both signed up for the competition, hoping to prove their worth through this competition.
On the day of the competition, the Imperial College was bustling with activity.
The sun shines through the tall red city walls and shines into the ancient courtyard, illuminating a golden hue. Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng are both wearing light blue long skirts with exquisite lotus patterns embroidered on them. They stand side by side in the crowd, nervous and expectant.
"Mengmeng, do you think we can perform well today?" Luo Xiyi tightly grasped the pen and ink in her hand, with a nervous light flashing in her eyes.
Liu Mengmeng patted her shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiyi, we have been preparing for so long, we will definitely be able to do it. Besides, this is not just our competition, it is also a time for us to show our talents."
At this time, the teachers of the Imperial College had come to the center of the courtyard and began to announce the rules of the competition. The female disciples became quiet one after another, and Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng looked at each other and encouraged each other.
The competition started, and the female students took turns to present their poems. Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng were in the middle, and they looked at the contestants in front of them, becoming more and more nervous.
Finally it was Luo Xiyi's turn. She walked onto the stage with a determined look in her eyes. She took a deep breath and began to recite her own poem:
"The beauty is doomed to fail, and the prosperity of the world is like a dream.
My black hair is gradually turning grey, and time waits for no one. "
Luo Xiyi's voice was clear and melodious, as if she had brought everyone in the audience into a dreamlike world. After the recitation, there was applause from the audience. Liu Mengmeng looked at her nervously from the audience, her eyes full of pride.
Next was Liu Mengmeng. She walked onto the stage, smiling, and began her poem:
"The clear water reflects the sunlight, and the moonlight in the lotus pond reflects the heart.
Looking at the changing clouds in the sky, I am enjoying the good times with you. "
Liu Mengmeng's poems were elegant and moving, and between the lines there was a calm temperament. After she finished reciting, the audience burst into warm applause again.
The competition continued, and the female students showed their strengths and the competition was fierce. In the end, Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng successfully advanced to the finals. They smiled at each other, their hearts filled with joy.
The topic of the final was a poem describing the springtime scenery of the Imperial College. Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng were nervously preparing backstage. When the competition started, they walked onto the stage with full confidence.
Luo Xiyi recited first:
"Spring has returned to campus, the grass is green, and there are thousands of flowers in the Imperial College.
The dancing swallows and singing orioles accompany reading, and the young man in his prime travels. "
Liu Mengmeng then recited:
"The green willows brush against my face, and the rippling blue water reflects the sun on the terrace.
There are many talented people in the Imperial College, who can compete with these young talents? "
Their poems complement each other and vividly depict the spring scenery of the Imperial College. After the recitation, the audience burst into applause. The judges exchanged their views and finally announced that Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng tied for first place.
Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng hugged each other excitedly, they were proud of their efforts. At this moment, they realized that their friendship had already penetrated into their bones.
"Mengmeng, we succeeded!" Luo Xiyi cried with joy.
Liu Mengmeng patted her back gently and said with a smile: "Yes, we succeeded. But this is just the beginning. There is still a long way to go in the future. We have to keep going together."
After the competition, the teachers of the Imperial Academy held a grand celebration banquet for them. The female students congratulated them one after another, and the smiles of Luo Xiyi and Liu Mengmeng were particularly dazzling at the banquet.