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Several girls come from wealthy families and often go in and out of high society, so they are well-informed and have extraordinary vision.

The wines produced by Château Offaland using special methods are different from other places, and the "dense taste" is its greatest characteristic, and the taste is filled with layers of heaviness on the tongue, if it is not for years of tasting, how can you taste a little difference?

It was astonishing to see this sophomore boy with an incomparable temperament calling out the origin of the wine in one sip.

Song Baojun observed everyone's eyes and knew that he was right, his face was calm at the moment, and he pretended to sniff it lightly on the tip of his nose, and said: "Light, sweet, the smell is condensed, this feels good." Not surprisingly, it should be a wine from '82, called 'Purple Moon'. In the more than 40 years of French vineyards, the harvest was the best that year, and only that year's grapes could produce a purple moon. Xianxian, thank you for inviting us to taste such a good wine. ”

He speaks slowly, softly, and precisely, and if you don't look at the free pesticide advertising T-shirt on your body, just listening to it, you are almost a qualified gentleman.

Wang Lingjuan couldn't help but turn his face and look at Song Baojun fixedly, and asked, "You are not blind?"

Song Baojun only smiled faintly and did not answer, very pretending.

When Wang Lingjuan saw him like this, he only said that he was deliberately showing off, and he must be a shallow man. couldn't help but hum again, the corners of his mouth turned up, bending a shallow edge, and the jade lips were crystal clear, which was very good-looking.

Lin Mengxian was extremely proud, scratched his armpits and smiled: "I'll just say it, they are the most outstanding talents in the Chinese Department of Chazhou University, how can there be a mistake?"

Tan Qingkai breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of the cup, and the cold sweat no longer broke out, and said very afterthought: "Hehehe, it's really delicious, I just said it, this is 82 years of red wine, it must be right." Xiaojun, it's worthy of my usual education for many years. ”

"Yes, yes, it's all taught by Brother Kai well, otherwise how can I experience it. Song Baojun hurriedly smiled.

Tan Qingkai was encouraged and continued to play: "By the way, not long ago, someone sent my father dozens of boxes of 82-year-old red wine, I don't know if it's true or not, you have time to taste it another day." ”

Song Baojun listened to this guy blowing more and more outrageous, so he had to laugh and say: "Brother Kai, what kind of character is your father, do others dare to send him fake wine?"

The two sang and harmonized, so fake that they died. With the passage of time and the ferocity of consumption in the international market, the wines of the 82 vintage are becoming fewer and less and more precious, and the value of a bottle is less than tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands. Someone will give away dozens of boxes of '82 red wine as soon as they make a move, unless your father is a feudal official who lives and dies.

Rao is Lin Mengxian has a big personality, listening to them blowing the sky in front of their girlfriends, the points they received for wine tasting have been automatically deducted, and they can't help blushing.

Zhang Mingfang chuckled: "By the way, classmate Tan Qingkai, I heard Xianxian say that you are the prince of prose poetry in the Chinese department, and you have published several poetry collections, what are your masterpieces?"

Last night, Song Baojun bragged that Liang Zai Tan had published works in domestic newspapers and periodicals, and when Lin Mengxian relayed it, it actually became that several poetry collections had been published, and the difference was really embarrassing.

But Liang Zai Tan, an online otaku with a truancy rate of more than 80%, has a bad brain, and he can't understand the difficulty at all, so he secretly can't show his timidity, coughed and said: "Yes, I have written a lot of poems, and I dare not be ugly, ashamed and ashamed." ”

Lin Mengxian believed in his talent, and the little fat hand reached over and shook it on his knee, and said with a smile: "You can just take a few representative songs and give them to my friends to enjoy! They can admire you." ”

Tan Qingkai's knee was almost shaken into rheumatoid arthritis, and he said in a whisper: "Uh...... Well, I'd like to think about it...... Well, it's been so long since I've been working on it for a while, I can't remember it for a while. ”

Song Baojun was about to say, "I remember it!" and he was about to make one or two love poems for him, but Lin Mengxian had already shouted: "Akai, why don't you improvise one for me! Be emotional! They are always not convinced of your talent, so I will let them see what real talent is!"

Tan Qingkai almost burst into tears, thinking to himself, little chubby girl, you look up to Lao Tzu too much. I really can't do anything other than play World of Devils and Beasts!

Zhang Mingfang became interested, picked up a piece of pickled plum and put it in his mouth, and said, "Improvising poetry? ”

The other two girls answered: "Impromptu poems should be adapted to the situation, it is not easy, since Tan Qingkai is a talent, we think there should be no problem." ”

Tan Qingkai's face was covered with sweat, like sitting on pins and needles.

When everyone was impatient, they remembered a psalm and read in a trembling voice: "Gently, gently I am gone, as I am softly coming; The golden willow on the riverside is the bride in the sunset, and the bright shadow in the sparkling waves is in, in, in, ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Mingfang interrupted coldly: "Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao" is very famous, we all recognize it, so we don't have to memorize it." ”

"Huh?"

Meng Manning and Wang Lingjuan smiled, their faces were shining, as bright as peaches and plums, and as beautiful as spring flowers.

Tan Qingkai knew that there was a big ugly, his face was as red as fire, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at people.

Song Baojun didn't have a problem, he was limited to too little ink in his chest, and he didn't have the ability to save the scene, so he had to keep sending snacks to his mouth, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Lin Mengxian immediately looked up, pretending not to hear anything, not seeing anything, but in fact, he wanted to pinch to death and deliberately make things difficult for his dead girlfriend.

But the flames of war soon burned to Song Baojun's head, and Zhang Mingfang smiled again: "This classmate, you are both two talents in the Chinese department, he can't be your general, right?"

"Me?" Song Baojun pushed away the boiled squid that had been empty on the plate, and said lightly: "Of course, I will still write one or two poems." ”

On the surface, he was silent, and at the same time, he was desperately shouting in his mind: "Who's going to save me? Come on! I'm going to die!"

For a long time, no personality responded.

Song Baojun scolded secretly, but fortunately, the obscene personality has been half integrated into the bone marrow, and his brain is running wildly, desperately recalling what he has learned in the past.

Zhang Mingfang said with a cold face: "Xianxian, it seems that the boy in your picture can only brag and amuse, and it is really a waste of time for us to come here." ”