Wan Xiaofeng also noticed that someone was recording a video.

If there were only these people on the scene who ate melons, then he would definitely not bother with Li Qingyu.

But if there are more netizens who eat melons, it will be a different situation.

The "Duanyang Study" originally had a large mass base.

There was a conflict in the background, and there was some shady scene, and with the addition of himself as a star, it was easy to go viral on the Internet.

After all, there are too many pink eyes on the Internet, and there are too many brainless blacks.

So he stopped.

I'm here to make a name for myself.

The few poems just now must have brushed up enough.

Now that Li Qingyu is playing this, if he doesn't agree, I'm afraid everything before will be in vain.

Not only is it gone, but it may also add countless infamy.

So isn't his "Voice of Youth" judge going to be in vain?

No, how can you give up so much money!

I can only gamble!

Wan Xiaofeng turned his head and stared at Li Qingyu coldly.

"How do you want to compare?"

Li Qingyu thought for a while.

"Just continue to compare poems, with a time limit of half an hour!"

"What about the subject?"

Li Qingyu originally wanted to say that he would continue to write "beauty poems", which was his strength.

But there were people in the melon-eating crowd who were one step ahead of him.

"Or, how about using the word chivalrous as the theme?"

At first glance, it is a young man who has been victimized by martial arts novels.

However, his topic Wan Xiaofeng liked very much.

This proposal is not only liked by Wan Xiaofeng, but also recognized by most of the people who eat melons.

"Huh, that sounds interesting!"

"Yes, it seems that there are quite few poems about the word chivalry. ”

"You're just going to use this topic!"

In the face of the coaxing of the people who eat melons, Li Qingyu is actually very unhappy.

However, if he still insists on using the title of "Beauty Poem" now, it is estimated that everyone at the scene will be suspicious.

He glanced at Wan Xiaofeng.

"What do you think?"

Wan Xiaofeng spread his hands indifferently.

"I don't care!"

Li Qingyu gritted her teeth.

"Okay! According to what they said, the theme of chivalry is limited to half an hour. ”

Wan Xiaofeng nodded.

"Let's get started!"

Li Qingyu immediately closed her eyes tightly and threw all distracting thoughts out of her mind.

Wan Xiaofeng smiled proudly when he saw his stupid appearance, then turned around and took a step towards the gate.

One step, two parts......

Everyone at the scene was stunned by his actions.

"Is he giving up the game and wanting to leave?"

"Wouldn't he? Could it be that he really cheated to get the top spot in two rounds?"

"I think Li Qingyu is right, he doesn't know how to write poetry at all!"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Wan Xiaofeng stepped out of his seventh part, and then turned around and came back, showing a very weird smile.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

......

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

A song "Chivalrous Travel" was pronounced loudly.

Left behind a stunned crowd.

Flick the sleeve and float away.

"The name of this poem is "Chivalrous Journey", are you still satisfied?"

until Wan Xiaofeng's figure disappeared.

The words "Knight's Journey" seem to have been lingering in the hall.

"Are you kidding? Is there anyone in this world who can become a poem in seven steps?"

"Is it a matter of steps? The question is this poem!"

"Niu Bi, in a moment, a murderous and heroic peerless poem came out casually, maybe there are really poets and immortals in this world!"

Not only were the people who ate melons shocked, but even Li Tongsheng and the three of them sighed while reminiscing.

"When it comes to poetry, no one can match it at that time!"

"Don't say that in the world, even from ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can have such poetic talents. ”

......

Li Qinglong stayed where he was, burying his head and not saying a word.

He really wanted a hole in the ground so he could drill a well.

There are some things that don't need to be explained, and strength is the best explanation.

A person who can become a poem in seven steps, and opens his mouth to be a quatrain for the ages, does he need to cheat?

The people at the scene looked at him like a clown.

Self-inflicted humiliation, small belly chicken intestines, not self-sufficient......

Perhaps among these melon-eating people, everyone has an adjective in their hearts to describe him.

But it certainly won't be a compliment.

He was tempted to give himself a slap in the face.

If it weren't for the water in his brain, he would threaten Wan Xiaofeng than this last one.

It won't be like now, looking like a lost dog.

......

Wan Xiaofeng, who went out, felt that he was in a beautiful mood.

This trip was full of harvest, and I also loaded a few ratios by the way.

Especially at the end, in the stunned expressions of a group of people, the moment I brushed my clothes and left, I felt that my life had been sublimated.

Huzhou, which is separated by thousands of miles.

There are also two people who are in a beautiful mood.

Qi Bing and Wu Qiwen were already a little drunk and had already begun to talk nonsense.

"I said, what kind of lovesickness ......?"

Qi Bing's face was flushed, he pulled his hair for a long time, and he could figure out what kind of lovesickness it was, so Wu Qiwen had to remind him.

"Sauvignon Blanc!"

"Yes, why is "Acacia" so good?"

"A masterpiece indeed!"

"Of course it's a good work, and I don't want to see who wrote it?"

Wu Qiwen shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, this Xiaofeng brother is really a talent!"

Qi Bing raised his finger and shook it in front of Wu Qiwen's eyes.

"It's not a talent, it's an all-rounder! I've never seen such a person in the entertainment industry again, he seems to know everything, he can do everything, and he is good at everything!"

Wu Qiwen took another sip and burped.

"An all-rounder, indeed!"

The two chatted without a word.

However, after a while, the second round of poetry recitals began on TV.

When they heard the words Wan Xiaofeng in "Qingping Tunes One", the two suddenly came to their senses and glanced at each other.

"Coming back?"

......

"Do you want to wear clothes and flowers?"

Fang Ning stared at the TV stupidly, chanting the poem incessantly.

Fang Zhengnan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked like a ghost, watching the female star on the screen reciting poems.

"Ning'er, this Wan Xiaofeng won't really be that Wan Xiaofeng!"

Wan Xiaofeng went to Beijing, except for the "Qilin Society" and Qi Bing, they told anyone.

just asked the crew for two days off, saying that he had something to go out for.

Therefore, when Fang Zhengnan, who put down all his work and spent the festival with peace of mind, heard that a poet with the same name and surname as Wan Xiaofeng appeared at the party, it was difficult to overlap the two people.

Fang Ning thought for a moment and replied to Fang Zhengnan in an affirmative tone.

"It must be!"

"I don't think he wants to be a poet?"

Fang Zhengnan was still skeptical.

Fang Ning replied in a firmer tone.

"No! Only Brother Xiaofeng can write such a good poem! You don't know it, only I know his talent best!"

Fang Zhengnan looked at Fang Ning speechlessly, with a sense of foreboding in his heart.

He felt that Fang Ning had been poisoned by some kind of poison.

The name of the poison is "Wan Xiaofeng"