Super Demon Hospital System

Early the next morning, Qi Long finished washing and ran to the door of Lin Tian's room next door to knock on the door, "Brother Lin, are you up?"

Lin Tian put down the pen in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked out the window, only to realize that it was already dawn. He practiced calligraphy all night, and of course he no longer wrote poems. In order not to arouse the talents of the world, all he wrote were lyrics.

However, after his non-stop training all night, his handwriting is obviously barely noticeable, but it is still much worse than any real scholar.

"Oh~ I don't have talent in this area~" Lin Tian sighed, walked to the door and opened it.

Qilong walked in with a smile, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found that Lin Tian's desk was covered with densely written paper, and couldn't help being startled.

"Brother Lin, you didn't close your eyes all night, right? Did you work too hard for tonight's poetry meeting?" Qi Long began to admire this big brother Lin in his heart. The support for Lin Tian before was entirely due to the other party's kindness and kindness. Believe me, in fact, Qilong is still very worried about tonight's poetry meeting, precisely because he knows that the difficulty of becoming a "sage former child student" is like climbing to the sky, and Lin Tian has not yet shown his prominence related to literary talent. place.

However, when he saw the table full of papers, his opinion changed.

"Brother Lin has worked so hard to prepare for tonight's poetry meeting, maybe he can really become a blockbuster and become a holy boy!"

But when he walked to the table with an excited face and saw the words written on the paper on the table, his heart was half cold.

"Still leaning on sleepless nights"

"Looking at the stars in the sky"

"Still Hearing the Violin"

"Crying like complaining and teasing again"

"Why is there only one crescent moon left"

"stay in my sky"

"No news from now on~"

this. . .Certainly not poems~ci~nor~ and also. . .What is this "violin"?
Seeing the changing expression on Qilong's face, Lin Tian coughed dryly, "That... I wrote this is the lyrics... Uh, that's..." Lin Tian didn't know how to explain it. Even if it was singing in ancient times, it was mostly Singing along with the poems, he is neither a poem nor a word, and the key point is very vernacular. In the eyes of people of this era, it can be said to be neither fish nor fowl.

At this moment, Qilong wailed in his heart, "Brother Lin, don't say that you wrote these things without closing your eyes all night... Moreover, the writing of this word is not as good as mine~ It's over, it's over~"

Especially seeing Lin Tian's confident expression, Qi Long didn't know how to point it out. He doesn't want Lin Tian to participate in this poetry meeting now, and he will be laughed at by all literati if he makes a fool of himself. His name will be ruined, even though he doesn't have any literary name now.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go have breakfast first~" Lin Tian collected a table of papers with some embarrassment, then rubbed them all and threw them aside, thinking that the inn doesn't have a trash can or anything .

Until after breakfast, Qilong was not very interested, obviously worried about the evening poetry meeting, but when he went back to his room, he asked Lin Tian for a few pieces of paper and some ink, and then he closed the door and started tinkering.

Lin Tian didn't care either, as a scholar, it would obviously be uncomfortable if he didn't write or read some books every day~
During this morning, Lin Tian didn't plan to continue practicing calligraphy, because he basically wrote all the lyrics he remembered, and now he plans to go to Moxiangzhai yesterday to buy two collections of poetry, to touch the world What is the poetic level of the literati.