When Wang Xiaofan finished reciting this poem with great pride, the whole hall was silent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All the people were shocked by the pride and righteousness brought by this poem, and they couldn't even speak.

After three minutes, the teacher who gave Wang Xiaofan wine stood up excitedly and laughed loudly and said, "Good poem!" What a poem! ”

His body was a little trembling when he was infected by the monstrous arrogance in the poem, and he was a little incoherent when he spoke.

"What a 'ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name'! People who don't drink alcohol, how can they experience the arrogance in the hearts of people like us who love alcohol? Whether it's wine, poetry, people! Today's treasured Moutai, I can be regarded as the right person! The teacher said excitedly.

Bai Lan, the beautiful principal in the audience, was already a little stupid when she looked at Wang Xiaofan.

In the blurred eyes, it seems to see the style of the great poets in ancient times when they wrote poems.

Thousands of years of loneliness, 10,000 years of loneliness, Wang Xiaofan is like an immortal who has been demoted from the sky to the mortal world at the moment, while drinking and composing poems, his back looks a little desolate.

As a literary master, how could Bai Lan not hear the meaning of this poem?

The corners of her eyes were even a little moist.

is just the unsatisfactory boldness and open-mindedness of life shown in this poem, the trace of loneliness that is not understood by the world.

Bai Lan, who was flushed, stared at Wang Xiaofan with a sparkle in her eyes, and said: "The whole poem is about indulging in drinking and having fun, and the poem uses an attitude of appreciation and affirmation to write about drinking with heroic momentum, but there is some imperceptible loneliness. From the first sentence of the description of the surging Yellow River, it seems extremely domineering. The last line of the poem perfectly shows the connection between 'wine' and 'people'. Xiaofan, I want to ask you, what is the name of this poem? ”

The drunkenness on Wang Xiaofan's face has not yet faded, and because the wine has just been served, the drunkenness on Wang Xiaofan's face has become stronger.

He smiled and stared at Bai Lan, a beautiful headmaster who could even sacrifice her own life's happiness for the sake of her students, and slowly said three words: "Will enter the wine." ”

"Will be in the wine...... Will enter the wine ......" Bai Lan kept muttering these three words, and the admiration in her heart became even stronger.

Originally, she thought that Wang Xiaofan was only very accomplished in writing and singing, but she never thought that he could have such an ungodly attainment in ancient poetry!

Earlier, when she wanted to invite Wang Xiaofan, she checked his information on the Internet and found that some netizens called him a "demon", Bai Lan thought that netizens were just joking, or it was a fan's praise, but after listening to this song "Will Enter the Wine", Bai Lan completely agreed with this title.

If it weren't for the demons, how could they make such a domineering ancient poem?

"I think, everyone shouldn't have any opinions in this round of competition, right?" Bai Lan didn't say who won, but the students in the audience knew what she meant.

Luo Hao looked at Wang Xiaofan with a hint of jealousy in his eyes at this time.

Is this a fucking nineteen-year-old?

This kind of poetry ......

It seems that only a true ancient writer can do it, right?

Liang Yifeng and the three of them were also shocked by Wang Xiaofan's poem, and they didn't dare to refute a word, and even had the idea of quitting the competition.

And the group of beauties from the Conservatory of Music in the audience, looking at Wang Xiaofan, only had one expression - nymphomania.

Especially Yu Mingming, this bold beauty with some lustful female potential in her temperament, is about to spew love fire in her eyes.

The drunkenness on his face did not make Wang Xiaofan have any indecent color, but made his whole person look more handsome.

It's like an immortal in the sky!

When people are drunk, they are drunk, but he can recite such a bold poem!

Yu Mingming even made up his brain, Wang Xiaofan was dressed in ancient Han clothes, and what a beautiful scenery he was drinking and chanting.

The plump thing on his chest fluctuated a lot, and Wang Xiaofan didn't know that Yu Mingming had already made his whole person yy in his mind.

The other beauties also clenched their fists on their chests, looked at Wang Xiaofan with flushed faces, and said "too handsome" one by one to express their admiration in their hearts.

No one at the scene dared to say that Wang Xiaofan did not win this round of the competition, and Luo Hao knew that if he did not stand up again, the students' views of Wang Xiaofan in the Chinese Academy might change greatly.

His face had turned red into pork liver, and he stood up and said, "Grandstanding! Were you just performing acrobatics? It's really insulting to play these little tricks! ”

Wang Xiaofan laughed and said: "I want to fight a hundred poems, and I sleep in a restaurant in Jiangdong City." The prince couldn't get on the boat, claiming that the minister was a fairy in wine! As long as I think, what's so hard about me chanting a hundred of these drinking poems? Say I'm grandstanding? Am I disdainful of winning a game with that little trick? ”

As soon as the students in the audience heard Wang Xiaofan open his mouth, they no longer had any contempt for him in their hearts, but more reverence.

His name is "Xiao Fan", but from the poems he recites, as well as his words and deeds, he shows extraordinary meaning.

Bai Lan was even happier at the moment than winning the five million lottery jackpot.

This Wang Xiaofan is simply his own lucky star!

Who would have thought that his unintentional actions would lead to such a talented person?

Although Bai Lan is usually amiable, she is a person who does not smile, at this moment, she stared at Wang Xiaofan with a flushed face and smiled while watching, and after the boys sitting around her saw it, they only felt that Bai Lan was radiant, and a slight smile could attract the hearts of these little boys.

Mature women are the most attractive to boys of their age, because in this kind of beauty, they can feel something called "charm".

Although Bai Lan is old, her appearance and temperament have never left any traces of time.

With an elegant temperament and a charming appearance, he can kill all little boys in an instant!

The so-called peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost.

Some people even think that if they can do it once with a ripe beauty like Bai Lan, they will die immediately, and they will have no regrets in this life.

"You think you can still make such a drinking poem? Brag unblushingly! I'll admit that you've done a great job with this poem, but you're just lucky, inspired. In this way, if you can make another good work that does not lose to this poem, then this poem is considered a win, otherwise what if you lose? Luo Hao said a little slyly.

After Bai Lan heard this, her face, which was still smiling, instantly darkened.

This Luo Hao is too shameless, right?

In the four rounds of poetry, Wang Xiaofan has already won two rounds, and there are two rounds left, even if those three people win, it is just a draw, and now Luo Hao actually said this kind of thing under the premise that Wang Xiaofan is leading!