Super Demon Hospital System

"Jiangbi's birds are whiter than white, and the blue flowers of the mountains are about to burn.

This spring has passed again, when will it be the year of return. "

The moment Lin Tian finished writing, the poem draft in Zhang Yuanjun's arms suddenly flew out, and floated autonomously to the new poem on Lin Tian's desk, and the new poem also floated up, side by side with the previous poem. Suspended in the air, huge talents gathered towards the manuscript like a whirlpool, and the spring breeze howled suddenly, and swallows flew in groups from a distance to the sky above the square, circling over the manuscript.

"Oh my god, such a vision, the poetic scene has come true! The two poems have been combined independently, triggering the vision of heaven and earth. After the two poems are merged, they are almost like towns!"

"It turned out that Lin Maocai had been holding back the second song and was reluctant to write it, wanting to preserve his strength. Now, the two quatrains, the first one is about the scenery, and the second one is lyrical. They complement each other and are simply wonderful!"

"This county uncle Fang will definitely lose his literary reputation from now on, and he will be despised by tens of thousands of talented people. He obstructed Lin Maocai in every possible way, just for his son? Is it worth it?"

"After tonight's literary meeting is over, everyone who wants to deal with Lin Maocai must carefully weigh their own weight. If you say that Lin Maocai was just a blockbuster genius, now he has become an example of talent in Anzhou!"

Uncle Fang stared blankly at the vision brought by the two poems in the air, and there was a crackling sound in his mind. His literary palace finally cracked. From the beginning of the party to the present, he had thought countless times. If he wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble for Lin Tian, ​​all of them were resolved one by one. The most important thing is that this is only the second round. If Lin Tian is really allowed to complete the glory of winning the championship in five rounds, the holy way of Fang Xianbo today will definitely be because of this. Collapse and destruction.

"We must not let him win the first prize at the Wenhui!" Fang Xianbo endured the pain of the Wen Palace cracking, and quietly pinched the messenger jade. . .

"Lin Maocai's two poems are of the same brilliance, attracting visions of heaven and earth. Within a month, these two poems will surely conquer the country! Fang Xianbo, do you have something to say!" Dong Zhifu asked sharply.

"I... have nothing to say!" Fang Xianbo looked a little pale and said weakly, as if he had been hit quite a bit.

"Good! Good~" The corners of Zhang Yuanjun's mouth almost opened to the ears in joy. It was originally a "Dafu" poem, but now it was disturbed by Fang Xianbo, and it turned out to be a poem draft for the upcoming town. The most important thing is that this poem draft will definitely be given to him, and he doesn't know whether to scold Fang Xianbo or thank him.

At this time, Lu Ming, who had a rather smug face, had already quietly left the stage. This time, he was convinced that he lost.

On the third floor, those adults who couldn’t get the manuscript looked at Zhang Yuanjun jealously, thinking whether to snatch the poem manuscript from him. He left the VIP building silently and appeared beside Lin Tian.

"Damn it, even Mr. Gu is imitating you two shameless people. I'm so angry!" Many people were planning to ask for Lin Tian's upcoming poems, but they seemed to have formed a rule unexpectedly. Whoever came up with the question ran to ask for the manuscript, it was all a good start from the prefect Dong!
Everyone stared at Zhifu Dong bitterly, while the latter pretended not to know and drank tea, but he didn't realize that the tea in the cup had already been drunk.

Lin Tian found an old man with a familiar face suddenly approaching him. He remembered that this person was also one of the examiners during the hospital examination. He must have a high status. He was about to salute, but was stopped by the other party.

"Lin Maocai, you don't have to be polite, old man, my reason for coming, ahem...this..."

As soon as Lin Tian rolled his eyes, he knew what the other party meant.

"Senior, it's easy to say, the next poem, the senior will take it."