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"The first scene, the theme is to write scenes, the subject matter is not limited to ancient poems or modern poems, time, half an hour!"

For a moment, the entire venue was extremely quiet, and the eyes of the three people above began to sweep below.

Wang Feng lifted the pen, his eyes condensed, his brows furrowed tightly, and he pondered bitterly.

However, Ding Feng didn't care, turning the pen in his hand, and was a little unable to decide for a while.

I don't know which one to write.

However, this move, in the eyes of Na Huayu, was irresponsible and did not take it to heart, thinking that Ding Feng had no talent at all, and it was a complete waste of a place to come here.

Hua Yu's brows furrowed tightly, staring at Ding Feng deadly.

Ding Feng also paid attention to this gaze, and looked over with some doubts, only to see Na Huayu, snorted lightly, with indignation on his face, and the evaluation of Ding Feng in his heart fell to the freezing point in an instant.

This scene made Ding Feng feel a little strange.

I thought to myself, "Where did I offend him?" It's weird......"

He shook his head and continued to turn the pen, but on the white paper, there was only his name.

A quarter of an hour passed, and half of the people in the entire hall were sad.

However, Wang Feng's brows were stretched, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The pen in his hand quickly fell on the white paper, and a poem that appeared in his mind was written down as quickly as a duck on the shelf!

In just a few minutes, a modern poem appeared on the paper.

However, after this, Wang Feng looked in the direction of Ding Feng, and vaguely saw that Ding Feng was completely a blank piece of paper, with a faint disdain on his face.

I only think that Ding Feng is now in his original form, and he can't write poetry at all.

Soon, many more people completed their poems one after another.

At this time, there were less than three minutes left before the end.

Ding Feng glanced at the time, shook his head a little helplessly, and began to write.

Wang Feng on the side showed a hint of sneer on his face, thinking that Ding Feng didn't want to hand over a blank piece of paper and began to write nonsense.

"Eh, I really don't know what to write......

Ding Feng thought silently, and his subordinates did not pause at all.

"Yellow Crane Tower"

In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island.

Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad. ”

Under Ding Feng's pen, one by one the words jumped on the paper, and a song of Yellow Crane Tower appeared quickly.

When the last word was written, Ding Feng exhaled lightly, and at this time, thirty minutes was just the end!

After exiting the venue, the three walked down and began to recycle the paper.

Hua Yu recycled them one by one, and also roughly scanned the poems on the white paper by the way, sometimes nodding, sometimes sighing.

When he walked to Ding Feng's seat, Hua Yu subconsciously felt a little disdainful, and when he looked at Ding Feng's ugly words, he was even more disgusted, picked up the paper, directly crumpled it into a ball, and threw it aside.

"Cut! Ancient poetry? Pass it directly, what good verses can you write in three minutes? The corners of Hua Yu's mouth brought up a touch of disdain, "It's even more of this kind of person, obviously he came in and mixed up, occupying a quota, maybe this kind of person will bury a really talented person!" ”

However, Li Kehua, who was on the side, walked to the paper ball, picked it up, and said: "That's not necessarily, but it's better to take a look." ”

After speaking, he flattened the blank paper and began to read the verses above.

"Yellow Crane Tower"

The old man left the Yellow Crane in the west, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here......"

With the verses one by one, when they were read out, Hua Yu couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart.

"Yanbo River...... It makes people sad. Li Kehua's body was trembling, but Na Huayu was already wet with cold sweat.

As for Professor Ouyang, he directly snatched the blank paper from Li Kehua's hand, and looking at the words on it, Professor Ouyang stared at his eyes.

"This ...... This! Lived, simply lived! I didn't expect to be able to see such ancient poems after such a long time! The last time I saw this kind of ancient poem, it was on the Internet, but this time...... This time it's actually ......"

The other two people present all knew that Professor Ouyang was referring to the last time he appeared in an online novel, "Chivalrous Journey", but no one knew the author's true identity, which was a big pity.

However, this time, they saw ancient poems of the same level in this kind of competition, and they were even better.

This made the three of them look at this piece of paper as if they were treasures for a moment.

The breathing of Professor Ouyang and Li Kehua became a lot heavier for a moment.

"How could such a poem that could be regarded as a masterpiece be written by a student?" Professor Ouyang said in disbelief, and pinched his thighs fiercely.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years...... Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people ...... sad," Li Kehua muttered to himself, constantly repeating these two lines of poetry in his mouth, "Wonderful! It's wonderful! ”

"Who is this student?" Professor Ouyang came back to his senses, looked at the name on it, and whispered, "Ding Feng?" Let's take a look later, students who can write this kind of famous sentence for the ages should not be too bad. ”

Li Kehua also nodded, but Na Huayu's face was red, and he was still a little stunned, this poem is enough to be passed down through the ages.

He was almost destroyed by him just now, and he couldn't wait to escape immediately, but fortunately he was picked up by Li Kehua, otherwise he would really have killed himself.

After all, if he ruined such a poem, then he is really a sinner for the ages.

As soon as Hua Yu thought of Ding Feng's appearance, his heart was full of curiosity, that kind of hanging, and he didn't care about it at all.

In any case, he couldn't have imagined that such a person would write this Yellow Crane Tower.

In an instant, Huayu had a strong interest in Ding Feng.

"Let's take a look at these verses first." Professor Ouyang said to the two people, "After all, this is a competition, as for Ding Feng, will he try to make the question difficult?" ”

"I think it's okay, if he really has this strength, then it's definitely no problem!" Li Kehua nodded and said.

"Well, the scenery must not be written......" Hua Yu said as he looked at the two of them.

Li Kehua then looked at the two people, and said with some uncertainty: "Or...... Try parting? ”