I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Champion

In the few minutes after the poem recitation ended,

The audience was silent.

Every student and teacher at the scene forgot to vote, and completely indulged in the long poem with beautiful artistic conception.

At first, it was just a very simple format rhythm, and then every time it was superimposed, the unspeakable love sublimated once, and ten poems were superimposed and advanced, and the final emotional point broke out in the segment of birds and fish.

The farthest distance in the world is never the parting between life and death, but the distance between heart and heart.

Literature has never had boundaries, and has no boundaries. Good poetry can still bring people an immersive experience even across time and space.

When the host finishes chanting.

Everyone present felt something. The boys from Columbia applauded this charming work, and the girls present with red eyes silently transcribed the content of the poem.

The only person who felt panic was Guti who wanted to canvass for Xinsheng Group, his face was ashen.

He asked someone to stop the students who wanted to vote, and the self-restraint and aristocratic demeanor that he showed before disappeared completely in this instant.

"You can't do this, he is a student of the University of Michigan, you must not vote for him."

"My God, you guys are in Göttinghagen."

"This is a shame, the biggest humiliation since the founding of Columbia University."

But no matter how Guti yelled, he couldn't stop the Columbia University students who came forward to vote. Someone gave him a cold look, "You are the one who can't afford to lose."

"Even if Columbia loses, it loses frankly. There shouldn't be a rascal like you."

Too many of them, after the situation was reversed, decisively stood on the other side, regardless of the face of the freshmen from the same school, the crowd rushed towards the stage like a torrent.

No matter how several contestants from the School of Mechanical Engineering stop it, they cannot stop the general trend.

Not only Columbia University, but also other university participating groups. After witnessing the performance of the School of Humanities and Social Sciences of the University of Michigan, their works could not win the championship anyway, and their works are not as beautiful as adults.

They also wrote their names on the ballots and put the votes into the box.

The more and more votes counted, the scores of their group soared.

In an instant, the number of supporters for this round was counted. After counting, the host of the sponsor's mouth twitched and gave a number inconceivably:

"The result of this round of voting is a total of 982 people, temporarily ranking first in this round."

In the front row under the stage, Kane and Professor Fran, who led the team, were stunned at the same time when they saw the dense crowd of people surging.

Because the total number of participants in the Great Hall is no more than a thousand people, this number of votes means that almost everyone stepped forward to vote.

This is absolutely unpredictable.

Originally, they were sure to win with an absolute high score in the second round of invention and creation competition, but they just couldn't see that this kid was hiding such a trick.

"Nice job."

Hearing the result, Crane breathed a sigh of relief and pumped his fist in the air excitedly. The joy in his heart was that he could brag about this gold-rich champion to his father when he returned home.

Except that David didn't pay much attention to this matter, suspicion appeared in the eyes of Bella and Elena Weimar at the same time, and the two ladies smelled gossip from each other's curious eyes.

This poem is naturally well written, not like something written hastily to cope with the competition, but more like expressing my silent love to someone.

"Mr. Capet, is this "The Farthest Distance in the World" really just an improvisation?" Miss Weimar asked politely.

"Frankly speaking, I don't know how to write poetry. These things seem to be printed in my mind from birth, and they will come out when needed."

Tu Fu silently apologized in his heart to Mr. Tagore or Ms. Zhang Xiaoxian. After a round of confession, he immediately smiled and said:

"Perhaps, this is the so-called talent."

"Mr. Capet is such an interesting man."

Elena Weimar didn't ask any more questions, and stopped the topic. Their relationship is not good enough to discuss such a topic. Since Tu Fu doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't have to force it.

Compared to the embarrassing appearance of Guti, the noble son of Columbia University, Tu Fu sat upright, raised his right leg, and sat in the contestant's seat calmly, without arrogance or impetuosity, with a deadpan expression on his face.

This extraordinary performance made him look more like a nobleman.

Tu Fu is waiting, keeping an absolutely calm mood for the final judgment.

The final outcome depends on how the judges of the Seven Schools Alliance decide.

It is in the back corner of a large hall.

Please ask Shakira to help her vote with Sophie, her face was flushed for some reason, she pretended to cover her head, pretending to be weak and dare not go on stage.

"Sophie, forget about this, maybe it's just a coincidence, not what you think."

Miss Winster looked straight into her heart, and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief while her best friend was going to the front desk to vote.

Gosh,

Why is there even a wind blowing in here, which made her bright eyes hurt and she shed tears.

There must be the lamp that Tu Fu showed on the stage just now. The light of the lamp is so dazzling that it makes my eyes sour after staring at it for a long time.

Miss Winster waved her hands and fanned her eyes.

"Sophie, you would never guess that I just met Tuf Capet and even greeted him, and he even smiled at me.

God, his real person is different from the rumors, he is not a weirdo hiding in the laboratory..."

Shakira, who came back from the top, was like a noisy sparrow, chattering about going forward to vote, but she didn't notice Sophie's unconvinced curling of her lips.

"I guess he must be deliberately posing for others to see. I'm afraid he only has the 100,000 kroner bonus on his mind."

"Sophie, not everyone values money as much as you do. Mr. Capet is trying to win honor for the University of Michigan." Shakira Barrera advised as someone who had experienced it.

It's just that this sentence fell into Miss Winster's ears, and the more I thought about it, the more familiar it became, and I always felt as if I had said it somewhere.

"It's a thing in Leeds."

Sophie suddenly patted her head, she finally remembered.

When the extraordinary thief in Leeds taught Morton a lesson, she also said the same thing to Tu Fu, and Feng Shui took turns.

Shakira didn't pay attention to her best friend's small movements at all, and said to herself: "I heard some rumors at the University of Michigan that Mr. Capet seems to want to restart the Polar Project to find his parents.

That is a very dangerous job, and an old-fashioned person like the University of Michigan will never easily admit his failure. "

Sophie naturally knew about it after being with him day and night. After the silence, "What does he want to do?"

"Maybe the only way to become the leader of this generation of freshmen at Michigan State University is to earn enough capital for yourself until you are worthy enough to shake the stubborn old guys to change their minds. You will never guess how difficult it is."

Talking about this topic, Shakira's eyes were full of little stars, "He is really an amazing person."

In this way, it all makes sense.

No wonder the little boy who had always stuttered even when he was on stage, had such a big change after not seeing him for a long time.

When he stood on the stage, he radiated dazzling light, which made people really drunk.

"You have to keep up with his footsteps, and you can't be left too far, Sophie, you have to work hard."

Sophie looked at the judges of the Seven Schools League who were about to announce the score on the stage, but her mind was completely out of the venue, and she couldn't hear a word of other words in her ear.

"Well, after fierce competition, we have selected the first place in the 21st Freshman Challenge Cup. Guess who it is."

The organizers also planned to play tricks and slowly whet the appetite of the audience.

However, he was frightened by the sharp eyes of several professors present, and he dared not speak out.

"If there is someone else who is the champion of this competition, I swear that I will report it to the noble University of Göttinghagen, the Ministry of Education, and someone will blackmail it. The Challenge Cup is simply a joke."

The old white-bearded professor from Miskar Stark stared at the others with his beard blowing.

The elderly professor is not satisfied with these stunned guys. What is there to discuss about this kind of schedule, just award the prizes directly.

The other judges looked a little embarrassed, especially the representative from Göttinghagen, who was so angry that he couldn't speak.

In addition to the champion, they also ranked second and third.

Moreover, besides the championship, other rankings are also very important!

Among this group of big shots, the host could only answer the words carefully, for fear that if he didn't deal with that sentence, they would be dissatisfied, "After unanimous scoring by the judges, the final result has come out.

The final score of the power textile machine from the School of Mechanical Technology of the University of Michigan, combined with two rounds of competition, totaled 78 points. Congratulations to them for their good results.

The students at the School of Mechanical Technology at the University of Michigan didn't think it was a surprising answer after hearing this ranking.

The upper limit of their works is here, but the steam pump and electric lights are also normal in the competition.

The members of the participating group exhaled slightly sadly, and subconsciously looked at the members of the Columbia group.

The members led by Guti have been walking back and forth anxiously since Tu Fu took the stage, holding the only hope, trying to get good news from their own people.

To his disappointment, the host continued to speak to the list and reported the second place information.

"The School of Mechanical Engineering, led by Guti, won the second place. They contributed a steam pump with a total score of 84. Let us congratulate them together."

This is an extremely high number, because in previous years, as long as it was ranked around 80, it would be able to securely compete for the top.

Who knew that a monster like Tu Fu would come out halfway this year.

Really hateful!

Finally under the attention of all the people, the host of Columbia University unhurriedly announced the final champion. His voice was deep and magnetic, and everyone was waiting for the answer.

"Then congratulations to the undisputed champion who won the first place, from the Miskar Stark School of Humanities and Social Sciences, and the team led by Mr. Tuf Cape.

By the way, their scores set the highest score in the history of the Challenge Cup. "

The man glanced at the countless expectant eyes below, and said slowly: "The final score is 95 points."

"Boom!"

At this moment, many people stood up excitedly and shouted for this just result.

"Really amazing."

Even Shakira couldn't help celebrating, waving her arms to cheer for UM.

Compared to Sophie, she was much calmer, she said lightly: "Ms. Barrera."

"What's up?"

"You seem to have forgotten an important thing."

I saw a cunning flash in Sophie's eyes, thinking of what Tu Fu would definitely do if he was here, and then she stretched out her white, tender and **** like Xia Qi, "You will not forget the promise just now, right?" !"

That is,

A bet of ten crowns.

(end of this chapter)

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