As soon as Tang Xiaoxiang finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Heihejun.

Heihejun saw that Cangmu had been beaten by Tang Xiaoxiang and was unable to fight again, so he had to stand up and say to Tang Xiaoxiang:

"In the last game, I will personally play the question, but you can only choose one person to compose a poem, and you will win if you make it! We will kowtow and apologize! If you can't do it, it's a draw!"

At this time, he really couldn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything about Huaguo's loss.

He has already lost two games in three games, and he only hopes that the last game can save some face, so he doesn't dare to ask Jiang Lao to find another helper, after all, Tang Xiaoxiang showed his strong couplet skills just now, and the general poetry attainments of good couplet kung fu are not bad.

He was afraid that Jiang Lao and Tang Xiaoxiang would join forces again, and the loss would be big.

Jiang Lao nodded and agreed with Heihejun's statement. He was about to step forward to fight, but at this time he was stopped by Tang Xiaoxiang!

"Donald, it's just a little devil, how can you trouble you to do it yourself, let me be a junior!"

Damn, I've redeemed all my skills!

Heihejun heard that Tang Xiaoxiang was going to go, and he was overjoyed, compared to Jiang Lao, although Tang Xiaoxiang's performance in the couplet was very prominent, and the poetry should not be bad, but compared with Jiang Lao, who has rich life experience and is erudite, it should be much worse.

It's like a game, whoever wants to start is a hell of a game!

Jiang Lao was pulled and stunned for a moment, and when he heard Tang Xiaoxiang want to go on by himself, his face flashed with surprise, and he hesitated in his heart and whispered:

"Are you sure you can?"

Tang Xiaoxiang smiled and said, "Old Jiang, are you willing to believe me!"

After hearing this, Jiang Lao looked at the volatile and confident Tang Xiaoxiang laughed twice:

"Okay, I'll just stand here and watch you cut that little devil down your horse!"

"Hehe, old man, just look at it!" Tang Xiaoxiang finished laughing and turned to look at Heihejun.

At this time, Jiang Lao's granddaughter carried Jiang Lao and said in a coquettish voice: "Grandpa, do you believe that he can win?"

Jiang Lao looked at Tang Xiaoxiang's still thin back and said with a smile: "Girl, believe it? In less than ten years, the cultural circle of Huaguo will definitely be full of this child!"

After hearing this, Jiang Lao's granddaughter muttered in a low voice: "I don't believe that!

At this time, it was almost noon, and the sun was already shining in front of the monument, but this scorching heat did not affect the enthusiasm of the onlookers, and everyone was waiting for this last game.

"Old irons! In the last game, Tang Xiaoxiang took the initiative to go into battle! If he wins! He will be the hero of today's battle to defend dignity!"

The anchor Xiao Mo wiped the sweat on his head and said to the fans in the live broadcast room.

"Come on! Huaguo will win!"

"It's just the last game! If Tang Xiaoxiang wins, the devil will kneel under the monument! No matter what kind of person he was before! He will be my idol in the future!"

Fans are also hotly discussing this final game, and everyone wants to see the people of Onichi kneeling in front of the monument.

There are also some fans who said calmly:

"This game should let Jiang Lao get out of the way! Tang Xiaoxiang is big, don't lose a good situation by him! Writing poetry is not just talented! Life experience is also indispensable!"

This statement has also won the support of many fans.

"Cut! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!" Milo's head scurryed into the video.

She was so happy to see Tang Xiaoxiang win two games in a row just now! She volunteered to go to the crowd to hear what they think of Tang Xiaoxiang now, and just saw that someone in Xiao Mo's chat room questioned Tang Xiaoxiang's ability to compose poetry.

"I'll tell you! Writing poetry is something we did when Tang Tang was in elementary school!" Milo said to the camera:

"It's not to blow it to you, that year, we Tang Tangyan liked a little girl in his class, so he wrote a love poem and read it to the girl in front of the whole class, although there was only one sentence, but the girl was moved to cry for two classes!"

This has aroused the interest of onlookers and fans in the live broadcast room, thinking that a child who is just a teenager can write love poems, then he can be regarded as a genius child!

Milo cleared his throat and recited a love poem written by Tang Xiaoxiang in his early years:

"I like you

Like you, leeks on the teeth

It's so cute to laugh at!"

After listening to this love poem, both the onlookers and fans, including Jiang Lao, laughed!

Are you sure the girl was moved to cry for two lessons?

Tang Xiaoxiang has a black line, this Milo must be deliberate! This paragraph is simply his own black history, when the girl sees him now, he is still like an enemy of life and death!

Looking at the laughing crowd, Tang Xiaoxiang glared at Milo fiercely with a red face, and then shouted: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Be serious, now is the time for the competition!"

The more he talked, the more everyone laughed, and at the same time, everyone was thinking, this time it was really hanging, I thought that if it was not a king, it was at least a bronze, but it turned out that this product was a personal machine. You can't see the devil kneeling, so let's watch the excitement!

After laughing for a while, everyone gradually quieted down, looking at Tang Xiaoxiang, who was loveless, everyone suddenly felt that they were too harsh on him, and they could at least calm down the gambling game that they had already lost, and what did they do except watch and laugh.

"Boy, come on, win or lose this game!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, we've got your back! You're great!"

Tang Xiaoxiang looked at these people who originally hated him very much, and now shouted for him, his nose was sore, and he almost didn't cry.

"I hate it, you don't think so much about me!" he said to everyone with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned to Heihejun and said:

"Let's go! You're on your knees today!"

Heihejun didn't complain but didn't say anything, but pondered for a moment before speaking:

"When I saw Mr. Jiang today, I remembered the love between Mr. Jiang and the late Mrs. Jiang! I was filled with emotion! Now that Mrs. Jiang has been dead for 10 years, I would like to ask this little brother to write a poem to commemorate his deceased wife!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lao's face changed drastically! It was not because this Heihe was angry about the matter between him and his wife, but because this Heihe actually gave Tang Xiaoxiang such a question!

Tang Xiaoxiang looks like an untrained guy, love may not have been experienced, you let him write this kind of poetry with his heart and its sinister!