Began to become popular after divorcing Tianhou wife

Chapter 307 Scholars gather at Xuexin Pavilion, three duels officially begin!
the next day.

Zhang Mingyu's waist hurts a little.

not tired.

It was pinched.

It's still purple.

Although he said he was not jealous, in fact, the jealous jar in the rabbit's heart was overturned!

Get out of bed and draw the curtains.

Snow is still falling.

But it has changed from heavy snow to light snow.

Because the temperature is a bit high, the thick white snow yesterday also melted a lot.

"Little rabbit, what time is it?"

Zhang Mingyu asked casually.

Little White Rabbit rubbed his eyes, turned on the phone and glanced at it, and said, "It's 09:30."

"Clean up, Xiao Liu will come over later, and then we will go to Xuexin Pavilion together."

Zhang Mingyu didn't inform the netizens in advance that he was going to Xuexin Pavilion to participate in the Magic City Poetry Conference, so people didn't pay much attention to the Magic City Poetry Conference. Only those poetry lovers would pay attention or go to watch it.

The reason why Zhang Mingyu didn't notify in advance was to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. Otherwise, with his influence, if it was publicized in advance, the Xuexin Pavilion would be overcrowded for ten miles around.

This time, Zhang Mingyu planned to notify after arriving at Xuexin Pavilion, so even if some people wanted to rush over, it would be too late.

Of course, the residents around Xuexin Pavilion can come here, but the number of people is within the control range, so it won't cause much impact.

……

10: 30.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

Xiao Liu is here.

Zhang Mingyu hurried to open the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Liu was carrying two bags of lunch boxes.

It's not an ordinary box lunch, but an exquisite dish made by the chef in the hotel.

"Brother Yu, I've brought you all the food, eat your fill in advance, otherwise the poetry conference won't last long once it starts."

The Modu Poetry Conference starts at 12 noon, which is exactly the meal time, so those who go to participate will have a good meal in advance, so that they will have the strength to hurt each other.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's sit down and eat together!"

Zhang Mingyu invited Xiao Liu to have dinner together.

"No need Brother Yu, I just ate downstairs, you can just eat."

"Okay then, sit down!"

Zhang Mingyu poured Xiao Liu a glass of water, then sat down at the dining table and started eating with Xiaobai Liaotu.

Xiao Liu swiped Weibo with his mobile phone.

"Xiao Liu, I searched your information on the Internet and found that you are a very talented person in poetry. If you really quit the Poetry Association like this, it will be a huge loss!"

Although Zhang Mingyu already understood the cause and effect, and knew that Sun Wutang was abominable, not all the Poetry Associations in Shanghai were like that.Moreover, the most important figure of the Modu Poetry Association, the president, did not appear.

As a member of the Modu Poetry Association, Xiao Liu has never met the president himself.

Zhang Mingyu searched the Internet, but found that he couldn't find it at all, only Sun Wutang, and in Sun Wutang's introduction, it was clearly written: Acting President.

Obviously, the president is not here, Sun Wutang is the president of the Modu Poetry Association, covering the sky with one hand.

No wonder the Haohao Poetry Association has changed. It turned out that the rat shit of Sun Wutang broke the whole pot of soup.

"Brother Yu, I will definitely not quit the Poetry Association, but I will never stay in the Poetry Association in Shanghai!"

Xiao Liu said sadly: "Brother Yu, you don't know. Since that Sun Wutang became the vice president, our internal personnel have begun to change. They no longer concentrate on studying poetry, but learn to intrigue every day. Stabbing each other for their own interests has long since lost their original intentions.”

In Xiao Liu's view, the roots of the Shanghai Poetry Association have been damaged and cannot be saved.

Zhang Mingyu was silent for a while, then looked at Xiao Liu, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I went over this time to clean up the trash, remove the bad roots, and replace them with new ones."

"...Brother Yu, although you are very talented, it is for singing. If it is poetry..."

Xiao Liu was not optimistic about Zhang Mingyu.

Not only Xiao Liu, but Xiao Bai Lia Tu also didn't like Zhang Ming Yu.

Songs are not the same as poetry.

The creation of poetry requires precipitation.

"I know you don't trust me, but it doesn't matter, I will prove it with practical actions."

Zhang Mingyu could see the distrust of himself in the eyes of Xiao Liu and Xiaobai Liaotu, but Zhang Mingyu also understood it very well, after all, it would be hard for anyone to believe this kind of thing.

If there is no system, Zhang Mingyu will not believe how good a person can be!

……

11: 30.

everything's ready.

The three of Zhang Mingyu got into the car and headed to the destination - Xuexin Pavilion.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Mingyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It was snowing lightly in the morning, but now it's snowing hard again!"

"This year is really weird!"

Xiao Liu said with emotion: "It hasn't snowed in the capital for many years. This time it's not only snowing, but it looks like it's going to snow for several days. It's been a long time!"

"Actually, it's nothing. The mysteries of nature are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like us."

The more people who have experienced natural disasters, the more they will maintain awe of nature.

"Brother Yu, the song "Serious Snow" you sang yesterday is really nice!"

Xiao Liu was also watching Zhang Mingyu's live broadcast yesterday, and listened to the whole song "Serious Snow", but he didn't feel too sad after listening to it, because he was still alone until now.

"It really sounds good!"

Zhang Mingyu was rarely proud.

……

Xuexin Pavilion.

After arriving, looking at the time, Zhang Mingyu began to post on Weibo that he was going to participate in the Modu Poetry Conference.

The little white rabbit also turned on the live broadcast.

Synchronization.

The content of Zhang Mingyu’s Weibo is as follows:
"Zhang Mingyu, come and fight!"

Just a word.

But Zhang Mingyu @ all members of the Modu Poetry Association.

Domineering!

In an instant, the news that Zhang Mingyu had arrived at Xuexin Pavilion and was about to participate in the poetry conference swept across the Internet.

"real or fake?"

"It's too hot!"

"I'm already on my way to Xuexin Pavilion. I'm currently on Renmin West Road. If anyone is on the way, I can give you a ride."

"My blood is boiling!"

"Be rational. Although Brother Yu's words are very hot, Brother Yu is still a little careless. Doing so may harm himself. After all, although Sun Wutang is not a good character, he has real talents. It’s far beyond what those little bastards can compare to!”

Some sane people started to speak.

However, more people don't care so much, they are just shouting for Zhang Mingyu, because they believe that Zhang Mingyu will not let them down.

On the other side, Sun Wutang, who received the news, immediately responded on Weibo.

"On the way, arrive immediately, wash your neck, wait for me!"

More arrogant!
Countless people are on the way.

The war is about to start!
(End of this chapter)