At this time, Cui Xianghong's old face was red and purple, almost the color of pork liver.

Wet your pants!

She was actually scared by Lu Yifan to pee her pants!

And in front of so many talented people!

A person of her status is higher than the status of a professor at Tsinghua University and Peking University!

Now I'm scared to pee in front of everyone, this ......

What kind of system is this!!

A group of talented people and talented women are also talking about it.

"Teacher Cui is actually scared to pee!"

"Oh my God, is the legendary king's spirit real?"

"Did you say that Mr. Cui was peeing his pants?"

"What else could that wet piece of wet water be if it wasn't peeing your pants?"

"Maybe! There's another way for women to get wet besides peeing!"

"Damn......! Teacher Cui covets Lu Yifan's beauty!"

"Maybe! Teacher Cui was caught by Lu Yifan just now...... And then it got wet......"

"Tut-tut, people can't look good! Our teacher Cui actually wants the old cow to eat tender grass!"

The talented women suddenly had a deeper disdain for Cui Xianghong in their hearts.

"I agree with you to join the National Poetry Association, you can let me go, right?" Cui Xianghong said bitterly.

"Hey, wait, I'm not done yet. ”

Lu Yifan smiled lightly: "I heard, Xiaohong, you have been the vice president of the Handong Poetry Association for more than 20 years, right?"

Cui Xianghong chuckled in his heart, looked at Lu Yifan and asked with a trembling liver, "...... you?" What do you mean?"

"Hmph, what do you mean!"

Lu Yifan shook Cui Xianghong's hand, pointed at her, and posed in a chic manner: "I'm going to launch a 'Wen Halberd' to you!"

After the Heavenly Wish Charm changed the world, because of the massive loss of 5,000 years of culture, the country urgently needed to improve in this area, so a challenge movement arose in the literary world - the literary halberd!

To put it simply, it is a one-on-one, duel with knowledge of literature.

The winner will receive all the literary honors and fame of the loser!

At the beginning, Cui Xianghong's position as vice president was won by the challenge of "Wen Halberd"!

As soon as I heard that Lu Yifan was going to launch a halberd against Cui Xianghong, everyone at the scene exploded!

Lu Yifan's level of talent and learning just now is no less than Cui Xianghong!

If he can really succeed in the challenge......

Doesn't that mean that Handong Province will give birth to the first 21-year-old vice president of the Poetry Association in history!

Hiss~~~~~

Everyone present gasped, shocked by Lu Yifan's hand.

What arrogance and arrogance this is!

He dared to launch a literary halberd against Cui Xianghong, a great country scholar at the level of the literary world!

"You...... You...... You! You're just doing whatever you want......! I don't agree!" Cui Xianghong said angrily with trembling hands and feet.

"Why don't you agree? It seems that once the Wen Halberd is initiated, you can only refrain unless you are seriously ill, right?" Lu Yifan said with a smile on one eyebrow.

"You...... You're not old enough!Yes, you're not old enough to challenge me!" Cui Xianghong repeated this sentence over and over again as if he was grasping a life-saving straw and going crazy.

"Not old enough?" Lu Yifan turned his head to look at He Wen suspiciously.

He Wen whispered to Lu Yifan: "In order to protect their reputation from being snatched away by the younger generation, the first batch of high-ranking old writers stipulated that the minimum challenge age for Wen Ji was 40 years old.

However, the group of literati over the age of 40 have long been worn out by society, and they dare not offend the old-timers in the literary world at all, so in fact, since the implementation of the literary halberd, it has not really been realized a few times. ”

Lu Yifan touched his chin, rolled his eyes, turned his head and said lightly: "Okay! Then I will launch a halberd to you on behalf of my grandfather Lu Nima!"

My grandfather is eighty-three years old this year, so he's old enough, right?"

Eighty-three?

Lunima?

Cui Xianghong has never heard of such a number one person in the literary world.

Nodding, Cui Xianghong said: "Okay, as long as it meets the regulations, I will accept the challenge!"

"Well, tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, we'll see you in the Handong Poetry Association. ”

After that, Lu Yifan put his hand on Hewen's explosive (harmonious) breasts without any scruples, and played with it wantonly and arrogantly.

He Wen was confused, and her whole face turned red.

The tip of Lu Yifan's nose lightly rested on the tip of He Wen's nose, gently bit He Wen's flaming red lips, and murmured in a low voice: "Teacher He, your student wants your blood tonight, what should I do?"

You say, isn't this chaotic (harmonious)?"

Rise!

He Wen only felt an evil fire rise in her body!

She lowered her head, blushed, and shook her head slightly, "This ...... What age is this......

Let's fall in love...... Combine...... Reasonable, lawful...... No one can control it!"

"Hee-hee, what if it's chaotic (harmonious)? I've got to eat your little wild cat tonight!"

As he spoke, Lu Yifan ignored He Wen's small pink fist and kept beating it in his chest, held his princess in his arms, and left the suburbs laughing loudly.

The talents of the Handong Poetry Association are called envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Man!

This is what is called the gentleman has wood!

After loading the best 13 outside, go home and the most beautiful 13!

This is simply the state that all men dream of!

And this Hewen is still Lu Yifan's real homeroom teacher!

it, this ...... Don't be too exciting!

Island country love martial arts action movies don't dare to shoot like this!

After returning to the hotel, Lu Yifan didn't say a word.

Directly pushed He Wen down on the bed, a tiger pounced, didn't even do foreplay, drove straight in, and did the indescribable thing fiercely!

In pain and happiness, Ha Wen handed over her most precious blood.

......

......

At night, inside the apartment of the Handong Poetry Association.

Shen Jingbin looked at Cui Xianghong gloomily and asked, "Teacher Cui, how sure are you that you can win tomorrow?"

Cui Xianghong gloomily picked up the teacup and gently pressed it, raised his head and said: "This Lu Yifan's talent is already so fierce, and his grandfather is definitely not an ordinary person."

If it's really compared to learning, I'm not sure at all. ”

"Huh......? What should you do then? Are you just sitting back and waiting to die? If you lose, the Handong Poetry Association will be completely owned by the He family!" Shen Jingbin said anxiously.

"Hmph, if you want me to give up the position of vice president, it's not that simple!

Don't forget, sometimes the winning or losing of the Wen Halberd is not in the level of talent, and some small means other than the competition can also determine the victory or defeat of the Wen Halberd. Cui Xianghong wiped a touch of cruelty on his face, and gently took out a medicine bottle from under the table.

Seeing the medicine bottle, Shen Jingbin trembled in his heart and said, "Are you going to use that trick again?"

Cui Xianghong smiled slightly: "Don't forget, my current position is obtained by this bottle of 'Seven Jiro in One Night'!"

At the beginning, the vice president of the Handong Poetry Association, who initiated the literary halberd, was only 67 years old, and he was caused by this medicine to lose his kidney and hung up on the spot.

Then what is the old man called Lu Nima is 83 years old, and if he goes down with a sip of medicine, he can't burp directly?"