There are 99+ replies to that article, with likes, comments, and forwards, which can be described as very popular. And the people who talk to him privately are only talking about poetry, and there are a lot of them, but most of them are words of praise and admiration.

Like this kind of non-nutritious news, he replied casually a few words and stopped paying more attention.

After that, he set his sights on a group. This group is called the Zhishan Poetry Society, and there is a master, who is in his sixties, named Le Zhishan; There are also nine disciples of different ages, among whom Qian Hao is ranked eighth.

At this time, the group was unprecedentedly lively.

Seventh Senior Sister Hua Xue, kept swiping the news, just one sentence, "Little junior brother, you actually wrote such a good word, you actually wrote such a good word, you actually ......"

Not only Hua Xue, but the other brothers and sisters were also very excited, and kept discussing "Magnolia Flower: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words".

And the ninth junior brother hates the pen, and he is even more powerful, and keeps sending messages:

"Starling, have you taken the medicine, why are you so violent?"

"Starling, you come out!"

"Starling, teach me, I want to write such words too!"

When Qian Hao saw these news, he couldn't help but touch his nose and smile bitterly. He used to like poetry, so he joined several poetry clubs, but because of conflicts with others, he had to quit. Later, under the bridging of the sixth senior sister Yaochi, he worshipped Le Zhishan as his teacher.

In this world, the revival of ancient Chinese culture, there are many people who like poetry, and there are many people who write poems and lyrics. But it did not form a scale, there was no leader, they fought for themselves, and no one obeyed anyone. Like his master Le Zhishan, he accepted a few disciples and became a faction of his own.

Although Le Zhishan is not young and has written a lot of poems, he is not very good at the level. According to his own words, he is just an idle cloud and a wild crane, although he is a pioneer of the revival of poetry, but he has no fame or fortune. Therefore, he especially hopes that his disciples will be promising, so he often takes his disciples to participate in poetry activities.

Qian Hao didn't participate in these activities, he used to focus on online articles, and poetry was just a hobby. If it weren't for Master's pure teachings and the encouragement of his brothers and sisters, he might have given up a long time ago.

Although Le Zhishan does his best, the poetry cannot be forced, and the Zhishan Poetry Society still has no big reputation. Except for the senior brother Xu Zixiu, who has a small reputation, the others have almost no reputation at all.

seems to have broken his mind, the mind of the Everbright Poetry Society has faded, and Le Zhishan no longer actively participates in activities. But at this moment, Qian Hao suddenly made a good song.

A wonderful word!

Without much thought, he immediately copied the poem into the group, and at the same time said a sentence: "The best of the best, the invincible opponent of the contemporary, comparable to the ancients." Tang Zui, congratulations, you have already left the school, I can no longer teach you. ”

The tone is complex, with pride, emotion, and regret.

Tang Zui is Qian Hao's pen name, in fact, at the beginning he called himself Tang Qixian. After all, at the beginning, he remembered some poems, thinking that he could be proud of the world. Unfortunately, later the head was injured and the memory basically dissipated, which may be the cause of hyper-memory syndrome.

Seeing the message sent by the master, he was both grateful and guilty, and hurriedly spoke: "A teacher for one day, a teacher for life, the master has rich experience, how can he not teach me."

"Haha, you, you, you're going to be a sycophant." Le Zhishan was very pleased, and suddenly the idea of the Everbright Poetry Society was ignited again, "By the way, Tang Zui, I will build yì for you to participate in the National Poetry Competition." With your current level, you will definitely get a good ranking. ”

Le Zhishan didn't say it explicitly, but how could Qian Hao not know what he meant. Therefore, he immediately responded and said that he would definitely participate if he had the opportunity.

In fact, he didn't think about poetry at all now, because he was too busy, and he had to desperately code words to make money, and he was caught in the school persuasion incident.

He didn't care about the persuasion incident, but when he went out for a walk in the evening and thought about things carefully, he suddenly became a little distressed.

He doesn't care whether he is persuaded to quit or not, but his family cares, can he disappoint them? Especially my grandfather, I am especially proud of him as a college student, can he let him down at this time?

It was also because of hyper-memory syndrome that he lost himself a little and became arrogant and irrational. Let's just say that Ma Youcai is a matter of money, he doesn't have to be so stiff at all, and he can not fall into the persuasion incident at all......

Things are already like this, it's useless to talk about it, thanks to that Hao's help, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, he was ready to go to the post bar to thank Brother Hao, after all, people are not relatives, and they still help so much.

As soon as he opened the sticker, he was stunned.

There are so many people who are paying attention to this matter, and there are three pages of discussion posts alone. Even if someone makes other posts, they are quickly inundated with.

Not only that, even the goddess Li Ke paid attention to this matter, and specially opened an analysis post to analyze his couplet. I was really surprised, although he and Li Ke were in the same Qiming Literary Society, their relationship was average, and they usually just nodded when they met.

However, she actually praised him in the post.

If Li Ke's post flattered him, then Sima Sheng's post made him shocked.

Who is Sima Sheng?

One of the three talents of Yan University, and faintly has the reputation of the first talent. It is said that this person is unruly, arrogant and uninhibited, and bookish, and ordinary people do not enter his eyes at all. is the two great talents who are called together, he also looks down on them, and even said, "Yan Dacai has one ear, but he can deserve to win." ”

However, such an uninhibited character would actually post a post mentioning Qian Hao, and his words were quite praised.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person. Good poems, good poems, these two sentences are better than the lives of ordinary people, and they can be drunk bitterly. In the past, it was said that Yan was a talented man, and today he can add half more. Haha, Sheng is interested today, and wants to recite poems against him, and hopes that Brother Qian will not hesitate to give advice. ”

This post is really arrogant and conceited, but Qian Hao is not unhappy, but a little happy. Even if Sima Sheng said that he could only be regarded as half a talent, he was not angry, first, he knew what level he was, and secondly, this Sima Sheng was really straightforward and cute.

If he had the chance, he really wanted to be friends with this man.

However, he did not plan to fight Sima Sheng in the ring. Even if Sima Sheng posted some poems below, other bar friends kept provoking, and even some people said that he shrunk his head and the turtle didn't dare to come out, he didn't plan to.

In terms of true talent and practical learning, he is definitely not as good as Sima Sheng; In terms of stolen poems, Sima Sheng is definitely inferior to him. He could pretend to use those poems, but he didn't want to use them to slap Sima Sheng in the face. Besides, those poems are also limited, how can they be taken out casually.

However, although he didn't have the heart to fight in the ring, someone helped him fight in the ring. Flipping to the bottom of this post, he was really completely speechless.