Chapter 78: One of the Station Leaders Fainted!

The poem was done reciting. Without staying an additional second, Zhang Ye went straight backstage with the trophy in his hand. He only left his back and the outcry of thousands of guests and judges! Holy ****! What modern poem was this!? Could you mean that your Beijing Radio Station is Dead Water? Your radio station’s Leaders are devils? No, there was no need to begin the sentence with ‘could’, he clearly meant that! This sort of poem was not profound. “Dead Water” was extremely...