It can be said that now these so-called talents are using the power of the entire Handong Poetry Association to fight against Lu Yifan alone!

There are many writers in the Handong Poetry Association, how can it be that Lu Yifan can compare with him?

He Wen glanced at Cui Xianghong and found that she was looking smug at the moment, knowing that she deliberately wanted to make Lu Yifan embarrassed.

"Dead old girl, it's really insidious!"

Let this group of talented women use the poems that have been revised by the writers to confront the poems made by Lu Yifan on the spot, what else is this used for?

Even fools know what the result is!

He Wen clenched her silver teeth, walked up to Lu Yifan angrily, pulled his arm, and said in a low voice: "Don't compare, this poem is not fair at all!"

Lu Yifan pressed He Wen's delicate little hand, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Trust your man." ”

In a word, He Wen, who originally thought that she would lose completely, slowly let go of her hand.

Lu Yifan has such a strange magic power, which makes people extremely convincing in his words!

At this moment, Liang Yifeng, who had very short hair, two thick lips, and a little hunched back, stood up and said with a smile: "I'll have a song too!"

However, as soon as he stood up, the students of the Handong Poetry Association changed a little.

There is no other reason than ......

Liang Yifeng's expression in reciting poetry is too exaggerated!

But people are just confident, and they don't feel that there is anything wrong with them at all.

Before composing the poem, Liang Yifeng also said to Lu Yifan with a confident smile: "I have special recitation skills, and I will pretend to be looking around at the scenery when I recit." ”

After saying that, a ...... appeared on his face

An idiot (harmonious) man's expression!!

It's like looking around for a beautiful woman who can start, and there is joy in her eyes!

"The sky is pale with snow ~~~~"

The speed of his chanting was quite slow, and the whole person was obsessed with pretending to look at the scenery everywhere......

"Hand-embroidered plum blossom ~~~~~"

When the word "flower" was read, Lu Yifan almost fainted.

It's like moaning (harmony)!

Damn, can you still read yourself a high (harmonious) tide by reciting a poem by yourself?

"Come to read the arrival of winter, and then open a ~~~~~ with a ~~~"

After Liang Yifeng finished reciting, Lu Yifan had the urge to stab him to death.

People need money to write poems, but this thing is terrible to write poems!

"Special recitation skills...... It's really special enough......" Lu Yifan said speechlessly.

"Hahaha, that's nature. I'm nicknamed 'Emperor of Recitation'! How about it? Are you convinced?" Liang Yifeng said proudly.

Lu Yifan simply obeyed this recitation emperor!

Nima, what kind of cheek is it to support you to be so narcissistic?

Are you still scared?

Your "special recitation skills" expression makes people almost doubt their lives after reading it!

"Obey the service, I won't help you when I go to the toilet, right?" Lu Yifan said speechlessly.

However, for the poems recited by these people, Lu Yifan actually admires them in his heart.

These talented Yongxue Yongmei are at their fingertips, although they are not yet hand-me-downs, they can already be regarded as first-class sentences.

"It's a pity, what my brother has in his head is the 5,000-year-old civilization of China, and you are destined to be trampled under my brother's feet!"

Lu Yifan didn't know, in fact, these three poems were studied and revised by the writers of the Handong Poetry Association, and they were naturally extremely good ancient poems.

Lu Yifan nodded and said: "Although people are a little arrogant, poetry is indeed good poetry." ”

Shen Jingbin saw Lu Yifan nodding his head at their poems like a professor, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's your turn, hurry up and do it!

Or maybe you can't chant at all?"

Seeing that Lu Yifan was reluctant to speak, Liang Yifeng and Chen Haoxue also showed disdain.

It's only the first round, but do you still use the remaining rounds?

However, He Wen saw that Lu Yifan was still that light-hearted, and she couldn't help but wonder a little in her heart.

Why didn't Lu Yifan open his mouth yet?

Is he really unable to do it?

Lu Yifan looked at the students below and said with a smile: "I can't make a poem with plum characters......

"A Fan ......"

Hearing this, He Wen did fall straight backwards and almost fainted.

"Haha, I know you're a mediocre talent with no ink! You can see from those little white texts you wrote! What kind of rubbish are they!" Shen Jingbin said disdainfully.

It seems that he recognized Lu Yifan as a mortal.

"If you can't do it, get out of here, if you stand here for one more second, it's an insult to us talented women!" Chen Haoxue also scolded sharply.

"People like me who can compose poems and recite poetry are the only ones in a thousand miles! You, you should go back and study for a few more years, and then come and compete with us in poetry!" Liang Yifeng said narcissistically.

Looking at the three people who started to coax before he finished speaking, Lu Yifan shook his head helplessly and said: "The highest level of Yongmei poetry is that there is no plum in the poem, and there is plum in the meaning, don't you even understand this? I can't make a poem with plum characters, but I can make a Yongmei poem with more meaning than you!"

"Don't be funny, it's the champion who really studied hard for ten years in ancient times, and I don't dare to say that Yongmei doesn't have the word Mei, you are a computer student, and you are so ashamed!" Liang Yifeng was both angry and funny.

Lu Yifan waved his hand, slowly paced a few steps in place, glanced at He Wen, gave her a confident smile, and then said: "Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains carry white heads, and God-given rouge wipes the cheeks." Yao asked where Zhulan Spring was, and the jade bone ice muscle was darkly fragrant. ”

"Good!"

This time, it was a group of talented people and talented women who shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

All the people present were knowledgeable people, and they immediately applauded!

He Wen nodded with a flushed face and smiled and said, "What a poem! There is no plum character in the whole poem, but it is a plum in the snow." The perspective is from far to near, and the metaphor is pretty good. In this first round, I think Lu Yifan won, Mr. Cui, do you have any opinions?"

Cui Xianghong's face instantly turned ugly, but she knew that it was not advisable to do things in front of so many students.

These talented people and talented women are the champions of various cities in Handong Province, who does well and who does poorly, of course, everyone knows in their hearts.

Cui Xianghong was like a dead mother, and said reluctantly: "You passed the first round." ”

After the first round of poetry competition, the students of the Handong Poetry Association also whispered underneath.

Their opinion of Lu Yifan is much better.

After all, although they are proud, they still have a good impression of talented people.

"No, this kid is too clever, I have to find a way to make him embarrassed, otherwise, where will I put my face as the president of the Handong Poetry Association?"

Cui Xianghong already thinks that he is the president of the association from the bottom of his heart.

(End of chapter)