The two walked through the ship's promenade and into the cabin.

This gallery boat is surrounded by large glass viewing windows, so you can see the inside of the cabin clearly from the outside.

After Wang Huan walked in.

I found that in the cabin inside, there were more than 20 people sitting in twos and threes.

At the very front of the cabin, there is a door that leads to the bow. From here, you can see a woman in palace costume sitting on the bow of the boat playing the lute. The pleasant sound of the pipa enters the cabin, and with the beautiful lake scenery outside, it is naturally pleasant.

"And no matter what the poetry skills of these people are, they know that enjoyment is certain. ”

Wang Huan said secretly.

Du Yan stepped into the cabin and said to everyone: "This is Wang Huan, everyone is welcome." ”

Scarce applause rang out.

There was a lot of discussion that came to Wang Huan's ears.

"Just this stinking guy?"

"You want to challenge us? Sure enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. ”

"I don't think he even understands the rules of poetry. ”

"I heard that I was still a student, but I went to sing. If you don't do your job, what can you do?"

"A good cruise banquet was ruined by a play, and if I don't humiliate him a little later, I can't calm down. ”

Then.

A man in a shirt in his thirties stood up and shouted at Wang Huan: "Hey, that Wang Huan, I heard that you are singing? Why don't you sing a song for us now?"

This tone is to treat Wang Huan as an ancient singer, which is extremely impolite.

The others did not stop it, but showed expressions of watching the excitement.

Wang Huan was not annoyed, but smiled: "This gentleman, it seems that you like Wang's song very much?"

The man in the shirt pouted, "I like it, I haven't heard your songs." ”

Wang Huan's face turned cold: "Since you haven't heard of it, what are you pretending to be high? It's okay not to stand up to greet a guest, and call back and forth, am I your father or your mother? On call? Just this virtue, and the face to say that I am a literati, I can't even do the most basic courtesy, righteousness and shame, who gave you confidence?"

There was silence in the cabin.

One by one, they showed surprise.

The man in the shirt was pale, and he was almost faint with anger.

No one expected Wang Huan to be so tough and slammed his words back.

The people standing on the shore didn't know what Wang Huan said.

However, netizens in the Qiqi live broadcast room clearly heard Wang Huan's words under the high-quality radio.

The hearts of netizens boiled instantly.

"Wow, that's so handsome!"

"The first time I saw Brother Huan go crazy, the old lady's face turned red. ”

"That's it! Brother Huan said it so well! Haha, am I your father or your mother? on call? I burst out laughing. ”

"The poison army give me some strength, the poison king has become a qualified troll, shouldn't we be better than the poison king?"

……

Du Yan's face became ugly.

But soon the expression returned to normal.

smiled and said: "Today Wang Huan is here to discuss poetry and poetry with you, we still don't waste time, poetry is high and low, it's useless to have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, right?"

Obviously, he was insinuating that Wang Huan only knew how to speak his tongue.

The other members of the Landscape Poetry Society in the cabin spoke out one after another.

"Okay, the poems are high and low. ”

"What's the use of talking strongly? It's better than a shrew. ”

"Write poetry, I'm hungry and thirsty. ”

“……”

Du Yan smiled faintly, looked around the cabin, and then said loudly: "Everyone knows the rules just now, who will come first?"

A young man with a slightly melancholy temperament stood up: "President, I'll be ugly first." ”

Du Yan said: "Okay, Chenfeng, it's you." ”

Morrowind nodded, standing with his hands in his hands, with a literati demeanor.

This poem is untitled. ”

"The slender jade fingers move, such as in the curling, the pipa strings are desolate, who listens to this sorrow?"

Wang Huan didn't say anything yet.

The others in the cabin shouted praise.

"Good poetry!"

"It's so meaningful. ”

"The morning breeze is worthy of the morning breeze, and the foundation of poetry has been improved. ”

At this time, in the Qiqi live broadcast room, after hearing the poem written by Chenfeng, netizens also discussed.

It's just that the words of netizens are much sharper.

"It's okay, it's kind of interesting. ”

"I do have a certain foundation, but I can't get into the hall of elegance. ”

"What bullshit is written, neither rhymes nor equals. ”

"This is the so-called member of the Shanshui Poetry Society? It's too low, isn't it? It seems that if I go over, I will be the president. ”

After Chenfeng finished reading the poem, he looked at Wang Huan with a provocative look in his eyes.

At this time, another member stood up: "I'll be the second one." ”

Du Yan smiled: "Okay! gentle, wait for the masterpiece." ”

The young man named Wen Liang looked at the woman who was playing the lute, and his eyes revealed a hint of depression.

"Poem Title: Solo Travel. ”

"A pipa is hurt, a cup of tea is cold alone, a lonely boat flows with the waves, and a touch of white hair dyes the vicissitudes of life. ”

As a college student in the new century, Wang Huan also has a certain level of appreciation for ancient poetry, and after hearing this poem, he nodded secretly in his heart, which is indeed good.

In terms of the information given to him by Deng Guangyuan, this young man named Wen Liang is also a relatively powerful figure in the poetry club, and now it seems that he does have a certain level.

Sure enough, when Wen Liang finished reading, there was warm applause in the cabin.

Du Yan even said loudly: "Four words, the road is desolate." It's a good solo tour, and it's a gentle one. In such a comparison, the poem I originally prepared carefully is a bit out of the way. ”

Wen Liang arched his hand: "The president doesn't have to be modest, Wen Liang is more than one level worse than you." ”

Du Yan laughed.

Next, several more people stood up and read the poems they had written.

The level is high and low.

Soon, more than half an hour passed.

As if everyone had a tacit understanding, more than 20 people in the cabin all looked at Wang Huan.

Du Yan smiled and said: "Wang Huan, so many of us have already made a fool of ourselves, why don't you come and recite a poem now?" and let us see your talent." ”

Finally, it's time for tonight.

Everyone in the cabin was in good spirits.

The barrage in the 77 live broadcast room has been significantly reduced, and everyone is staring at the screen.

As for the fans and media reporters on the shore, they pricked up their ears to hear how Wang Huan should deal next.

More than 20 members of the Shanshui Poetry Society in the cabin stood up in unison, their eyes sharpened, forming a powerful momentum, pressing towards Wang Huan.

This is the momentum that comes with them just reading more than a dozen poems.

It is also out of their own self-confidence.

They believe that under such pressure, just a little drama, I am afraid that they will be so frightened that they will not even be able to speak smoothly.

Let's go home and nurse!

The next moment, however, their eyes widened.

Under the momentum of more than 20 of them, Wang Huan, who had been standing since entering the cabin, instead found a seat and sat down, showing a faint smile: "It's my turn, isn't it? It just so happens that I have also thought of a poem, this poem is called "Pipa Xing", and I would like to ask you for advice. ”