My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 33 Chinese Poetry Competition

Xu Qingfan feels he's about to become famous, but it's just a feeling for now.

We'll have to wait and see how it goes after the interview airs to see the results.

After the interview, Xu Qingfan returned to class. Reporters from CCTV and the provincial TV station stayed behind and filmed his daily school life.

The reporters were busy with classes, exercises, meals, and lunch breaks until school ended in the afternoon before gradually leaving.

Zhang Chunxue stayed with the group the whole time. Even after the reporters left, she stayed to wait for Xu Qingfan to get out of school.

"What's going on with Aunt Zhang? Why are reporters suddenly interviewing me?" Xu Qingfan didn't feel unworthy of being interviewed by a TV station, but the whole thing was too sudden and caught him completely off guard.

Zhang Chunxue smiled and said, "This matter is actually very simple. She recommended Xiao Fan's poems to Yi Yi's grandparents, and somehow someone with ulterior motives found out about it."

To please the old man, I recommended this poem to the Beijing Olympic Committee.

They also thought it was a good idea, so they invited a CCTV reporter to conduct a surprise inspection. As long as it could be confirmed that it wasn't written by a ghostwriter, the matter could be settled.

Zhang Chunxue actually knew about this a few days ago, but because she had confidence in Xu Qingfan, she didn't tell him in advance.

She doesn't plan to tell Xiaofan the truth now.

"It must be because our Xiaofan is so outstanding. Your Aunt Chen and I were high school classmates. When we heard that we were going to interview Xiaofan, we came along." Zhang Chunxue patted his head.

Xu Qingfan thought about it and felt relieved. It was probably just a coincidence. After all, "Me and You" was the theme song for the opening ceremony of the 08 Beijing Olympics in his previous life.

"Auntie, Auntie, is Brother Qingfan going to be on TV?" Lin Wanning shook Xu Qingfan's arm, chattering away.

"Wan Ning is right, Xiao Fan will be on TV soon, and then the whole country will know Xiao Fan." Zhang Chunxue also liked Lin Wan Ning very much, and reached out to pinch her little face.

"Ah...then, what if they take Qingfan away?" Lin Wanning nervously hugged Xu Qingfan's arm tightly.

Lin Jing and Zhang Chunxue chuckled and looked at Xu Qingfan, wanting to hear his answer.

But this was no challenge for him at all.

"Wan Ning, why are you so insecure? Who could take me away from you? You have to believe in our bond, you know!"

Xu Qingfan poked her tuft of hair and lectured her.

"Mmm-hmm!" Lin Wanning's eyes curved into crescent moons, and he nodded vigorously. "Bonds, faith!"

"Is Xiao Fan about to become famous, like those big stars, with a huge crowd blocking his way when he goes out?" Xiao Ruanwen asked curiously.

"Does Xiao Fan want to be a big star?" Zhang Chunxue asked, looking at him.

Xu Qingfan wants to be famous, but he doesn't want to be a big star or live in the spotlight.

It sounds contradictory, but it's not. Liu Cixin is famous enough, right? Nanpai Sanshu is famous enough, right? But in reality, not many people know what they look like.

"Auntie, I want to be famous, but I don't want to be a big star, and I don't want my life to be affected." Xu Qingfan was making a wish, because he always felt that Aunt Zhang seemed to have a lot of influence.

"Okay, Xiao Fan, don't think too much. With Auntie here, I won't let irrelevant people affect your life." Zhang Chunxue's answer did not disappoint. She patted his head, exuding an air of dominance.

Xia Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glance at Zhang Chunxue a few more times. She had a sixth sense that everything that happened today was related to Aunt Zhang.

I just don't understand what she's after. Is it just because she likes Xiao Fan?

Okay, there's an information gap involved here. Because Xu Qingfan didn't tell Xia Xiaoxiao about their heart-to-heart talk in the village that day, she underestimated Xu Qingfan's status in Zhang Chunxue's heart.

"Chunxue, what's wrong with you guys? Didn't you say you were going to treat me to afternoon tea? Why are you still staying in the classroom?" Chen Wenjing waited downstairs for a long time but no one came, so she had to come up to find them.

"Let's go, Wan Ning and Ruan Wen are coming too. Auntie will call your parents later."

"Yay!"

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By 2006, Licheng already had many upscale restaurants, located in high-rise office buildings, where you could sit by the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows and overlook half the city.

After everyone sat down and ordered their food, Chen Wenjing couldn't wait to talk about the morning's interview: "Xiao Fan is the most talented child I've ever met; he did an excellent job in the morning's interview!"

Chen Wenjing used three superlatives in a row. If you hadn't seen the last paragraph, "You are still by my side," appear on the paper with your own eyes, you would really find it hard to imagine the shock she felt at that moment.

My hair stood on end, and my scalp tingled.

"Our interview will air after it's broadcast on CCTV, which will take about two weeks. Is Xiao Fan ready for fame?"

Xu Qingfan smiled shyly and said, "What preparations should I make for becoming famous? I am still me. I am my parents' child, Wan Ning, Yi Yi, Ruan Wen, and Xiao Xiao's good friend, and my godmother and Aunt Zhang's... well, a good boy."

Zhang Chunxue covered her mouth and chuckled, quite satisfied with his answer: "That's right, Xiao Fan is still Xiao Fan, Auntie's good boy!"

"Don't be arrogant or impatient, Xiao Fan is really great!" Lin Jing gave him two thumbs up, not holding back her praise.

"You're quite the talker, kid. It's a pity I'm leaving the station soon, otherwise I could have protected you," Chen Wenjing said regretfully.

"Why is Jingjing leaving? I've never heard you mention it before. Wasn't your job at the station pretty good?" Zhang Chunxue asked, slightly surprised.

Lin Jing took a sip of juice and suddenly heard "Jingjing," thinking it was someone calling her.

Chen Wenjing sighed, "Ugh, this is so boring. It's pointless. I can't get anything done. It's so meaningless."

"How could that be? Isn't Auntie the deputy station manager?"

"No, that's not it. I think Mandarin is the future, and I wanted to get a Mandarin-language program, but there were obstacles everywhere. My mom didn't support me either, and the program's ratings were mediocre. Now everyone laughs at me."

"Anyway, it's better to start my own business and create a GG company than to stay at the station and be looked down upon!" Chen Wenjing complained.

Is this the dilemma of the second generation? If they're unhappy working within the system, they start their own businesses. Xu Qingfan, for one, is extremely envious.

However, as a reborn person, he was not in a position to judge whether Aunt Chen was right or wrong for the time being.

It's true that Mandarin is the future, but Pearl River TV, as a provincial station, holds an undeniable position in the hearts of Guangdong people. With its hit Cantonese dramas such as "Foreign Daughter-in-Law, Local Son-in-Law," "The Dragon-Riding Son-in-Law," and "72 Tenants," it has long held the top spot in the province's viewership ratings.

But that's where the problem lies. With the passing of several lead actors, these TV programs that had accompanied generations of people through their childhood were no longer viable before his rebirth.

"Aunt Chen, I have an idea!" Xu Qingfan suddenly interrupted their conversation.

"Um?"

"What are your thoughts, Xiao Fan?"

Seeing that everyone was looking over, Xu Qingfan said, "It's a Mandarin program, right? I think we could produce a competition program about classical Chinese poetry, called the Chinese Poetry Competition."

"Here's what I think about the competition format..."

Xu Qingfan recounted the essence of the "Chinese Poetry Competition" from his previous life, and Chen Wenjing quickly sat up straight, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Xiao Fan, speak slowly..." Chen Wenjing turned on her portable voice recorder and took out a piece of paper to jot down the key points.

"That's about it. That's all I can think of for now, because TV programs these days are mostly singing or dating shows. I want to watch something different." Xu Qingfan finished the rest of his juice.

"Xiao Fan, thank you for the idea. I'll definitely consider it carefully when I get back. If this program can't be produced on the provincial TV station, I'll definitely recommend it to CCTV!"

Chen Wenjing put away the recorder and sincerely thanked him.

"This idea's copyright belongs to Xiaofan, Jingjing, don't even think about keeping it for yourself," Zhang Chunxue said, half-seriously, not joking.

"Am I that kind of person?!"

"Okay, just kidding. Xiao Fan, you've finished your juice, come and have Auntie's first!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Xu Qingfan ignored Xia Xiaoxiao's glare and happily drank Aunt Zhang's juice.

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