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"Wow!"

Seeing Wang Teng meditate slightly, he found the inspiration to write poetry.

The people from the Shanshui Poetry Club couldn't help but exclaim.

Lu Yuan just finished writing the topic, Wang Teng seemed to just frown and think, and then started to write poems.

This speed is simply beyond everyone's imagination.

a time.

There was an instant silence in the pavilion.

Because, when writing poetry, you need a quiet environment, otherwise it will affect the state of the poet.

Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Soon.

When Wang Teng wrote the last word, a poem he conceived had already been written.

At this time.

Not only the people from the Shanshui Poetry Club stretched their necks to see the poems on the white paper, but even the eight or nine tourists standing on the stone steps of the pavilion stood on tiptoes, wanting to find out.

even.

Some people even took out their mobile phones, raised them directly above their heads, and then snapped randomly.

Some people are on the sidelines, silently recording.

Wang Teng shook the white paper, looked at the poem just written on it, and read triumphantly:

"Dark clouds cover the sky like a cloth,"

"Let thousands of drops of rain fall."

"Green hills bathed in emerald green leaves,"

"Misty waves appear in the West Lake."

Just finished reading.

The people from the Shanshui Poetry Club immediately applauded.

Big cheers:

"it is good!"

"It's so well written."

"As soon as the president makes a move, he will know if there is one! He is indeed an expert!"

"I also came up with a poem just now, but it's far from the president's poem."

"The president's attainments in poetry are getting deeper and deeper."

now.

The eight or nine tourists under the stone steps of the pavilion heard the praise from the Shanshui Poetry Club.

My heart suddenly sank.

It's over, it's over.

This Wang Teng's poem is so well written, does that little brother still have a chance of winning?
If he loses, he will not only have to apologize to others, but also run naked in the rain.

By the time.

Do you still have a face to face?

The tourists looked pessimistic. Their original hope of winning by landing on Lu Yuan and then entering the pavilion to avoid the rain was also in vain.

That delicate little girl also had a tangled look on her face: "Oh, do you want to cover your eyes later?"

"This is the first time I have the opportunity to see my little brother running naked. If I miss it, I may regret it for the rest of my life."

"But the words have been said just now. If you don't keep your word, it seems a bit bad, right?"

"Well, then I'll just open and close one eye."

……

in the pavilion.

After Wang Teng finished reading the poem he wrote, when he looked at Lu Yuan, he raised his chin slightly.

Some proudly said: "How about this poem? Is it okay to write? Does it catch your eyes?"

Although it is said.

but.

In the depths of Wang Teng's eyes, there was a hint of arrogance.

In less than a minute, I came up with a poem.

This speed is already quite fast.

The key point is that Wang Teng thinks that the quality of the poems written is still acceptable, at least he thinks that Lu Yuan can't write such good poems.

but.

Lu Yuan's next sentence not only made him dumbfounded, but also the other people in Shanshui Poetry Club and the tourists under the stone steps of the pavilion.

"Tch! What kind of shit are you writing? My little niece, who just learned to walk, can write poems with her feet that are tens of millions of times better than yours!"

The voice just fell.

Everyone in the pavilion was shocked!

What did they hear?
Lu Yuan actually said that Wang Teng's poem is shit?
Isn't this too arrogant?
There must be a limit to looking down on people, right?

Can you just stop talking and become a master?

"call!"

Wang Teng took a deep breath, his eyes were beating with anger, and he clenched his hand holding the white paper a little harder.

He said with a half smile: "My poem is shit? What a big tone!"

"In that case, then I would like to see what level of poetry you can write?!"

Lu Yuan smiled politely: "Don't worry, the poem I wrote, no matter how bad it is, is infinitely better than your shit poem."

Immediately.

He didn't wait for Wang Teng to reply.

He asked the little girl just now, "Can you lend me a pen and paper?"

The little girl hurriedly took out the paper and pen from her schoolbag and handed them to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan thanked him.

then.

Spread the white paper on the stone table and close your eyes slightly.

moment.

Open your eyes.

Start to write a pen and a snake.

Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
In an instant.

A poem has been written.

……