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Knowing that Ou Chen and the three of them won, he would marry Luo Hao's fat pig, but Bai Lan was still unwilling to go against his love for talent.

For this poem made by Ou Chen, Bai Lan really likes it tightly!

Ou Chen's hand was full of praise, and even Bai Lan, who was his opponent, applauded him.

Luo Hao was determined in his heart, and when he looked at Bai Lan, a beauty, it was as if he was looking at what he had in his pocket.

When everyone calmed down, everyone's eyes naturally focused on Wang Xiaofan standing on the podium.

This person is absolutely unfathomable, as if nothing can bother him.

No one knows what he can do.

Wang Xiaofan looked at the students in the audience with a smile on his face and said, "With the theme of 'wine', but I don't drink alcohol, it's not happy! I don't know who can bring me a bottle of really good wine?"

The students looked at each other, and everyone felt fresh and curious.

This Wang Xiaofan really wants to imitate the ancients, drink and compose poems!

Luo Hao snorted coldly: "Grandstanding." ”

Not to mention, someone actually brought a bottle of wine at the bottom.

Of course, it was not the students who brought the wine, but a teacher who had just been removed from the banquet.

He came to the Great Hall to watch the excitement, and he was still carrying an unopened bottle of Moutai that had not been drunk at the banquet.

And this Moutai wine is also quite high-grade, and it is still packed in a wine jar.

The teachers of the Imperial University are not like the teachers of ordinary universities, they feel very high-grade when they drink Moutai once, they have money, and a bottle of Moutai is nothing to them.

The wine weighed two catties, but the wine jar was a limited edition, weighing more than 30 catties, and the teacher carried it to Wang Xiaofan, and said with a smile: "If a jar of Moutai can be exchanged for a good poem, it will be worth it! This little classmate, my jar of treasured Moutai wine will be given to you to drink! You must not let me down!"

The corners of Wang Xiaofan's mouth curled slightly, he took the heavy wine in one hand, threw it casually, and the jar flew in the air a few times, and he caught it with his other hand.

The teacher in front of him was scared enough.

He naturally knew how heavy this wine was, but Wang Xiaofan was like playing with a sandbag, and it was effortless to pick it up.

How strong is this guy?

After the teacher stepped down, Wang Xiaofan inspected the circle, and then said that the jar of wine was opened and drank freely.

After taking a few big sips, Wang Xiaofan's face turned red, his eyes were a little hazy, and he was already a little drunk.

At this time, he held the jar of wine and quickly made a set of martial arts moves.

The teacher who delivered the wine couldn't help but light up and exclaimed, "Drunken fist!"

Yes, Wang Xiaofan is holding the jar of wine and playing drunken fists.

His drunken fist is different from those drunken old men on TV.

Handsome and slightly drunk face, with a slim suit, every move, every style, has an indescribable chic.

When the prelude to the drunken fist was over, Wang Xiaofan grabbed the edge of the heavy wine jar with his right hand, and with a hint of madness on his slightly drunk face, he smiled and chanted loudly: "

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

With only two lines of poetry, Bai Lan was already fascinated by it.

The majestic meaning of these two poems is by no means comparable to ordinary poems, even Ou Chen's excellent work, which cannot be compared!

Even if there are only these two sentences in this poem, Bai Lan feels that Wang Xiaofan has already won.

But the young man on the stage didn't mean to stop at all.

He threw the jar again into the sky, and while it had not yet spilled out of the jar, he continued to chant aloud:

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wine that was still high in the sky fell like a waterfall.

Wang Xiaofan smiled and played drunken fists, opened his mouth to swallow a drop of the wine, and then caught the jar of wine, and drunkenly swayed on the podium for several steps.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the jar of wine and chanted aloud to the audience:

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. ”

After chanting, Wang Xiaofan began to lean back very exaggeratedly, and began to drink wildly at the jar of wine!

He didn't drink as much as the wine that was spilled on the ground, but that's it, and it had already made the beauties of the conservatory in the audience look heart-shaped.

"Will enter the wine, don't stop the glass......" The flesh on Bai Lan's excited face twitched a little.

She simply loved this poem!

The pride in the poem is almost about to break through this small lecture hall and go straight to the top of the nine heavens!

And the person who drinks and writes poetry on the stage is also extremely domineering and chic!

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. ”

Wang Xiaofan took the jar of wine and did several somersaults in a row, and when he stopped, he swayed like a drunk person and drank freely in front of the jar.

The teacher who gave Wang Xiaofan wine in the audience was already in tears at the moment by Wang Xiaofan's poem.

He is a lover of wine, so he can naturally hear the meaning of Wang Xiaofan's wine.

The sages are lonely, and only those who love to drink and drink wildly can leave a good name through the ages!

"But the drinker keeps his name...... Good!good!good!"

Three good words express the hearts of everyone at this moment.

Like a whale sucking, after drinking all the wine, Wang Xiaofan looked into the wine jar as if he was puzzled, and then turned the wine jar over and poured it on the ground.

"Huh~~~ Huh?

With a handsome face with an intoxicating drunkenness, Wang Xiaofan smashed the heavy wine jar with one palm.

The teacher who delivered the wine in the audience looked at Wang Xiaofan with pity.

After all, it's a collector's edition of Moutai!

Even the wine jar has a very high collection value!

Wang Xiaofan seemed to have seen through the teacher's thoughts, pointed his finger at him and shouted three times, "Come, come, come!" and then recited the last line of the poem:

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

The sentence "Eliminate eternal sorrow with you" dissipated the last bit of pity in the teacher's heart just now.

Now all he has in his heart is the pride that was infected by that poem!

He even secretly scolded himself for being stingy!

A jar of fine wine, what is the pity of being able to exchange for such a poem?