A trace of anger flashed in Han Tianxing's eyes, and he walked towards Su Cheng with a wine glass, standing in front of Su Cheng, his face looked extremely arrogant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Su Cheng was sitting there alone, shaking his wine glass, looking at Han Tianxing in front of him, and lowered his head and said unhurriedly: "I don't know what you are doing?" Su Cheng said lightly, without the slightest emotion in his tone.

"Who are you?" Han Tianxing was a little displeased, and there was a hint of arrogance in his tone, as if he was dominating the world.

Su Cheng frowned slightly, and looked up at Han Tianxing, with a hint of unhappiness in his eyes.

"I'm not interested in knowing, but I only know that someone is trying to praise you, and I want to know if you deserve such praise!"

Speaking of this, there was a touch of fire in Han Tianxing's eyes, and Su Cheng was a little surprised, looking at Han Yu and another old man not far away.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?" asked Su Cheng with a smile on his face, turning to Han Tianxing.

"Of course it's about you. Han Tianxing looked at Su Cheng suddenly, and the unhappiness in his eyes was even stronger.

There was a hint of heat in his eyes, "As long as I beat you, I can say that I am the best!"

Su Cheng shook his head helplessly, but Han Tianxing thought that Su Cheng was looking down on him, "I want to tell you, not all cats and dogs can come in here! Who do you think you are! I want to challenge you now in the name of my Han Tianxing!"

"Not interested. Su Cheng said lightly, without looking at Han Tianxing, and continued to drink the wine in his cup.

"You coward, I'm going to give you a fight now, in the name of a young poet!" Han Tianxing said directly to Su Cheng with a fire in his eyes.

Su Cheng raised his head, glanced at Han Tianxing lightly, and continued to spit out two words: "Boring." ”

After speaking, he stood up directly, bypassed Han Tianxing, and walked outside.

"Hehe, are you so cowardly! You can't even afford a literary fight, you are not qualified to stand here at all! It seems that you have no literary ink in your stomach!

Su Cheng stopped, looked at Han Tianxing behind him, and felt extremely helpless, he really didn't want to entangle with this person, but the system in his mind sent out a task.

"Defeat Han Tianxing. ”

A simple task, but it made Su Cheng frown a little, this system has obviously not released a task for a long time, but at this moment, it is a rare mission, what does this portend?

Su Cheng turned around and said to Han Tianxing: "Best-selling author, Su Cheng, accept Wendou!"

The words that were not loud made the literati who were standing around and watching the excitement quiet for a while.

Han Yu, who was not far away, also noticed the solemn air here.

"What's going on over there?" Han Yu looked at Su Cheng here, extremely puzzled in his heart.

"Looks like something terrible has happened, eh, old Han, don't you see that grandson?"

Han Yu looked over when he heard the sound, and sure enough, his grandson was standing there.

"What's going on?" the two of them walked towards Su Cheng and Han Yu.

Vaguely, you can still hear words such as poetry rookie and Wendou.

However, in an instant, the faces of several old men changed slightly, and they looked at Han Yu who was standing there.

"Damn! Why did this kid start a fight! I don't know how thick the sky is!" Han Yu stomped his feet angrily, but at this moment, the two of them had already made an appointment, and they even had to start fighting, and Han Yu had no way to stop it.

And the fight between the two also spread throughout the meeting.

Soon, in the entire cocktail party, all the literati gathered together, and some people even saw Han Yu and several people, making the five master-level figures present become witnesses and referees.

Wendou is the official beginning of this moment.

"You can make the content!" Han Tianxing sat on a chair and looked at Su Cheng opposite.

"In a hurry, poetry. After speaking, he didn't look at the strange faces of the people around him, and took the pen to himself, ready to start writing poems.

And all around is a lot of talk.

"Who is this young man, so ignorant of the heavens and the earth, don't you know that Han Tianxing is the grandson of Han Lao, and he is the descendant of the King of Poetry?"

"Eh, I think I've heard of some kind of best-selling author?"

"Best-selling authors? There are seven or eight best-selling authors this year, which one is he, and a best-selling author who wants to write poetry?

"Indeed, I haven't seen through this game, you don't need to watch it to know that Han Tianxing has won this time. ”

"I hope this so-called best-selling author isn't miserable. ”

"Hahaha!"

Su Cheng naturally listened to these discussions, but he smiled disdainfully, he didn't care about these discussions at all, and these people would know their strength after a while.

Swept the people around, looked at Han Tianxing, who was a little stunned on the other side, and said, "The subject matter is arbitrary, let's start." ”

Han Tianxing laughed and said to Su Cheng: "Don't you know my name, and dare to compare poetry with me?"

Su Cheng didn't speak, picked up the pen, and sank down, thinking about which one to write.

And Han Tianxing looked at Su Cheng's reaction, and saw that Su Cheng didn't care about himself, and after a "sigh", he whispered: "Pretend to be quite calm, see if you can be so calm later." ”

Su Cheng took a breath, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

picked up the pen and began to write gently, a mysterious feeling grew in Su Cheng's heart, and the corners of his mouth gradually hooked.

When Han Tianxing saw that Su Cheng had already started to write, he also picked up the pen, with a trace of impetuousness in his eyes, and he didn't care.

However, looking at the speed at which Su Cheng wrote poems, the disdain in his heart became even stronger, Su Cheng naturally didn't know Han Tianxing's thoughts, and even if he knew Su Cheng, he wouldn't care.

It should be that two people are not the same cover at all.

Half an hour flew by, and Su Cheng had already finished writing and put it aside.

And Han Tianxing also finished writing, and handed the paper in his hand to a few people there.

Han Yu shook his head helplessly, sighed, and the old man on the side said to Han Yu: "Okay, young man, it's good to communicate more." ”

It wasn't that he didn't see Han Tianxing's disdain, but he could only play a round like this.

He had a trace of evaluation for the two of them at this moment in his heart, looking at Su Chengdao, his eyes were a little complicated, but when he looked at Han Tianxing, there was a trace of regret.

Han Yu also knew, but he didn't say anything, picked up the paper on the side, and looked at the poems on it. (To be continued.) )