Minutes and seconds passed.

At the last moment, Wang Shuyuan and Hu Xiaoyue took the pen and exhaled softly.

Wang Shuyuan looked at the time and was glad in her heart.

"There are still 55 minutes to go, and I finally caught up. ”

With that, he looked at the other four.

"What are you doing?"

Hu Xiaoyue read her words again, felt that it should be okay, and handed him over to Wang Shuyuan.

The other two classmates were not so straightforward.

After grinding and chirping for a long time, only two white rolls were handed over.

"Alas!"

Wang Shuyuan sighed.

"It's come to this, and you can't force it. ”

"You can't force it, but you can ask me!"

Wan Xiaofeng knocked on Erlang's leg and handed his manuscript to Wang Shuyuan.

"Well, look!"

"Wan Xiaofeng, what do you mean!"

The two fools who handed in the blank paper were furious.

are all students who have been able to get a row in Jiangdong, where can they stand this humiliation?

Wan Xiaofeng pointed to his manuscript with a faint interest.

"Let's take a look first!"

Wang Shuyuan saw that he was full of confidence, her nostrils were facing the sky, she was curious, and picked up the manuscript and read it silently.

"Yun Yixiao,

YU Yishuo,

The light shirt is thin.

Light cheek double snails.

Autumn wind,

rain phase harmony,

Outside the curtain, there are three or two plantains.

What can the night man do...... The night man can't help ......"

Wang Shuyuan repeated it several times, then stared at Wan Xiaofeng, and then looked at the words in his hand.

Wan Xiaofeng looked proud.

"What's going on? Not bad, right?"

If this song "Sauvignon Blanc, Cloud Vortex" can only be said to be good, then what did they write themselves?

Isn't bullshit? No!

This girl is too pretending.

In fact, she really misunderstood Wan Xiaofeng.

"Sauvignon Blanc, Cloud Vortex" is the word of the Tang Dynasty in his early years.

At that time, the most artistic and unlucky emperor had not yet died.

Wan Xiaofeng heard that the words of Li Yu, the queen of the Tang Dynasty, were divided into two stages.

Before the death of the country and after the death of the country.

For Wan Xiaofeng, who can memorize but not understand deeply, he only knows that Li Yu's words must be good, but to what extent, he doesn't know.

Wang Shuyuan thought for a while, squeezed the manuscript in her hand tightly, and took a deep breath.

"Okay Wan Xiaofeng, I beg you!"

Crash......

Wang Shuyuan's words made the air on the side of the "Qilin Society" solidify.

So some people looked at her in disbelief.

Hu Xiaoyue, who was the first to react, snatched the manuscript from her very impolitely.

After reading it, she finally understood why Wang Shuyuan simply begged for help.

Reluctantly put down the manuscript, pulled Wan Xiaofeng's sleeve and shook it.

"I'm sorry Brother Xiaofeng, I misunderstood you, I begged you, okay?"

Wan Xiaofeng ignored the two girls, and glanced at the two fools.

"I asked them if they wanted to help, but they didn't want to!"

When Wang Shuyuan heard this, she changed her eyes full of murderous intent and stared at the two fools.

And the two idiots also realized something.

But remembering the ridicule and disdain for Wan Xiaofeng before, and now he is asking for others in the blink of an eye, which is still a shame.

"President, we weren't good at first, but even if he could write lyrics, what if he could write lyrics? Now it's only a few minutes, can he still write two songs in such a short time?"

Dead ducks have hard mouths, and Blue has to be too lazy to take care of them.

Wang Shuyuan saw that Wan Xiaofeng was still full of confidence, and knew that this product must have a backhand.

And they didn't watch Wan Xiaofeng's "Sauvignon Blanc".

Those who can write such words are undoubtedly accomplished in poetry.

Even if you can't make a good work, it's still okay to write two random songs to deal with it, which is much better than handing in two blank rolls.

But after all, they are members of the club who have lived together for a long time, and Wang Shuyuan is not easy to force.

With an idea, he gave Hu Xiaoyue a look.

After Hu Xiaoyue received it, she kept shaking Wan Xiaofeng's sleeve.

"Brother Xiaofeng, you can help quickly, or the time is almost up......"

When Wan Xiaofeng heard her say this, he remembered the time limit.

I don't want to help him, but this is a team battle, and if you want to advance, you have to help if you don't help.

With the other four people looking at each other, Wan Xiaofeng casually found two more songs.

Neither of these songs was too famous in previous lives.

It's just that Wan Xiaofeng just knows how to memorize, and he doesn't want to take good things for two fools.

But Wan Xiaofeng felt that the words that were not very famous were already shocking in the eyes of the four of them.

After all, what can be passed down for thousands of years in the long river of history is not a general generation.

……

The second round of the competition went into the judging time.

The judges' bench was full of manuscripts.

The three judges watched it seriously one by one.

Sometimes eyebrows, sometimes nods.

"This year's words are much worse than last time!"

Ren Chongjie's words were unanimously agreed by the other two.

They have seen most of the works on the scene, but they can't find a masterpiece.

"What's going on with the Blue Dragon Society?"

Li Tongsheng's hope is left in the "Green Dragon Society".

After all, in previous years, the "Qinglong Society" was the quality assurance of "Duanyang Learning" regardless of poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Xianyu also nodded.

"Li Qingyu is your Chinese University, a proud protégé, and has the reputation of the first talent in the capital, and poetry can't make it difficult for him. ”

Ren Chongjie smiled, he knew Li Qingyu's level, and it is estimated that he should be the top work in this round.

"That's not right!"

Ren Chongjie suddenly thought of someone.

"Huh, who is this Wan Xiaofeng?"

Speak of the devil.

Ren Chongjie turned his head and looked at Zhao Xianyu holding a manuscript, his hands trembling with excitement.

"What's wrong Lao Zhao!"

Li Tongsheng and Ren Chongjie asked at the same time.

"Good words, the words are simple, not a little pretentious, the picture is very strong, very infectious!"

Li Tongsheng came to his side and snatched the manuscript.

"I'll see!"

After reading it carefully, I began to nod my head again and again.

"Wonderful, wonderful, light, thin words are used wonderfully, although it is clearly written, but I seem to have seen a graceful and elegant deep boudoir woman. ”

"And this light double snail is also excellent, the resentment is long, and the lovesickness is difficult to solve......"

When Ren Chongjie saw the two of you, you and me, as if he had gone crazy.

He glanced at it and smiled bitterly.

"Li Qingyu, Li Qingyu, you are difficult this time!"

After a few people sighed, Zhao Xianyu knocked on the table.

"Two, I see the first song sent to the party recitation, just use this!"

Li Tongsheng listened to his proposal, nodded his head, and agreed.

Ren Chongjie questioned.

"The word is a good word, but it seems to be a little more ......"

Li Yu, before he became a prisoner, the words he wrote could be regarded as "obscene words and glamorous sentences" in ancient times.

Although it is not a big deal in modern times, Ren Chongjie thinks that it is really inappropriate to recite such a "beautiful poem" at the Dragon Boat Festival party.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the words came out, they attracted two white eyes.

"Xiao Ren! This is a bad word, a good word is a good word, we are not a feudal society, and writing a poem of resentment can become an era of forbidden poetry. ”

Ren Chongjie thinks about it, from the perspective of modern people, this "Sauvignon Blanc" is still far away!

……