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Seeing this, everyone secretly shook their heads in their hearts, in such a short period of time, they still wrote so fast, and the poems they wrote must be average.

Lin Ruofeng put down his pen, turned around and walked off the stage slowly, and then sat next to Bu Qing.

Seeing this, He Yandong and Song Qinping looked at each other, and then smiled knowingly. Only when the host was about to pick up the poem written by Lin Ruofeng and read it for everyone, the corners of He Yandong's mouth curved, and then took a step forward.

"Host, why don't you let me read it!" He Yandong explained with a smile. "Mr. Lin is a great talent, and the poems he has written are absolutely extraordinary, and I would like to admire Mr. Lin's talent. ”

Seeing this, the host hesitated, but only after Liu Xing, who was in charge of the organizer, nodded, the host stepped back.

He Yandong walked onto the stage with a smile on his face, and then picked up the poem written by Lin Ruofeng.

"Xianyun is clever, and the flying star spreads hatred, hehe, it's just average!"

Looking at the first two sentences, the corners of He Yandong's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer, and sure enough, his plan succeeded. No matter how talented Lin Ruofeng is, he can't make good poems in a very short period of time.

With a hint of pride, He Yandong continued to look down, and just as he was about to read aloud, he suddenly discovered something. He Yandong hurriedly looked at it again from the beginning, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his face looked incredulous. Then the first word kept stuck in my throat, and I couldn't pronounce it.

"This ...... This ......"

He Yandong "this" for a long time, but he still couldn't believe it.

Seeing this, everyone present looked at He Yandong suspiciously, and then you look at me, I look at you, it's hard to understand what's wrong?

Looking at He Yandong's expression, could it be that Lin Ruofeng's poems are very ordinary?

But looking at He Yandong's shocked eyes, it was different? Could it be that Lin Ruofeng wrote any good poems?

Impossible, right?

Song Qinping was also taken aback, remembering the previous scene where Lin Ruofeng became a poem in seven steps in the tea pavilion, and suddenly his heart sank to the bottom.

Everyone didn't understand it even more, and it was hard to believe that Lin Ruofeng could write good poems in such a short period of time.

"Mr. Ho!"

"Mr. Ho?"

The host stood next to him and shouted softly.

"Huh?"

He Yandong came to his senses.

"Mr. He, can you please read it, if not, just leave it to me!" the host smiled.

When He Yandong heard this, he silently handed over the poems in his hand to the host, and then stepped down from the stage.

Seeing this, everyone became even more puzzled and curious!

What kind of poem did Lin Ruofeng write?

But I saw that the host picked up the words and began to read: "The title "Queqiao Immortal", the clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark!"

"It's okay!"

Seeing this, everyone commented silently.

These few sentences...... Hehe, it's average!"

When Song Qinping heard this, he was happy in his heart, this kind of sentence gave him a little time, and he must be able to come up with it.

After only listening to two sentences, everyone didn't have much confidence to talk about it, and it was not good to make remarks, so they continued to listen.

The host continued: "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”

Hearing this, everyone's complexion changed suddenly, and Song Qinping's expression began to change silently.

The host couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but he saw that everyone changed their faces for this sentence, and their hearts were also attentive to it, and the poem was suppressed in his mouth, and he read it on the paper: "Tenderness is like water, and the best time is like a dream." If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight!"

When the lower Yan read it out in the host's rather emotional tone, the entire literary meeting was silent.

The host stopped, his gaze swept over the people present.

Some of the people who heard this word were full of surprise, and then finally muttered and repeated, and some lowered their heads and read softly, and the more they read, the brighter their eyes became.

The word...... It's average, isn't it?"

The corners of a genius's mouth twitched, and then asked softly.

"The word ......"

Someone next to him answered, and then sighed softly, not knowing how to continue.

Everyone around you look at me, I look at you, all speechless. They really wanted to give this poem an evaluation, but after pondering this poem repeatedly, for a while, no one dared to set the tone arbitrarily, and no one wanted to be the first to be scolded and scolded.

However, after being silent for a long time, no one was willing to directly evaluate this poem, and they were all waiting for someone next to them to speak.

Just a moment later, Nangong Yan smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "I can't imagine Lin Ruofeng, it's still so exaggerated!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned and smiled bitterly.

Oh, yes!

What an exaggeration!

In such a short period of time, such a masterpiece was made, and there is no single word on the entire "Tanabata" as the title of the poem.

Throughout the ages, there have been one or two classic poems written about "Tanabata", but Lin Ruofeng's poem is not weak at all, and it can be described as a classic masterpiece through the ages!

Because it's too exaggerated!

Therefore, among all the people, no one dared to comment on this first word.

"So...... Let's go on, let's go on, and invite the next one to come to the stage!"

The host saw that the audience was silent, and he opened his mouth to mediate the atmosphere.

At this opening, He Yandong and Song Qinping in the audience were stunned, and then lowered their heads, but they were sitting in their original positions and did not move.

Seeing this, the host was also embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone was speechless.

Nangong Yan smiled bitterly, Lin Ruofeng wrote this poem, who would dare to write it on stage? Who would dare to continue to write "Qixi Festival"?

Just ask, who else?

He Yandong set up a trap to let Lin Ruofeng be the first bird, thinking that no matter how talented Lin Ruofeng was, it was impossible for him to write good poems in such a short time.

In this way, they have a chance to win against Lin Ruofeng.

However, what I never expected was that Lin Ruofeng was too demonic. In just a few minutes, he actually made such a poem as "Queqiao Immortal" that is enough to be called a classic for the ages!

When such a poem appears, do they dare to go up and write it? Isn't that self-inflicted?

Even if He Yandong and Song Qinping thought that they were outstanding in learning and smart, they didn't dare to say that they could go up and write a poem and be able to overpower Lin Ruofeng. Lin Ruofeng's song "Queqiao Immortal" has completely broken their self-confidence, such a song, they are absolutely impossible to surpass!

Song Qinping also experienced Jin Zhennan's feelings when he saw Lin Ruofeng at that moment, just by meeting, Jin Zhennan could escape in the wilderness, enough to imagine how terrifying Lin Ruofeng was!

In this way, after the host spoke, the two could only rely on silence to deal with it, and did not dare to write poems on stage again.

"Mr. Nangong?"

Seeing that Song Qinping and He Yandong didn't move, they didn't give a word, the host couldn't let the scene get cold, so he set his eyes on Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I originally thought I could win this time, hahahaha...... Lin Ruofeng deserves to be Lin Ruofeng!"