"You!"

"What are you, you ugly."

Wang Yang scolded coldly, he turned around and walked away, Fu Haidong was about to rush up to fight, but the newcomer authors hurriedly stopped him.

"If you have the ability, don't go." Fu Haidong roared facelessly.

"Then I'm not leaving, what do you want?" Wang Yang stopped, he turned around and looked at Fu Haidong with a smile, I really didn't want to give him a step down today.

"You...... You have the ability to write poetry with me! Fu Haidong angrily broke free from the shackles of the newcomer authors, he walked up angrily and said to Wang Yang: "Do you dare to compare with me to write poems?" ”

"It's better than writing poetry, you think this is an ancient literary fight!" Wang Yang sneered and sarcastically said.

"Modern Poetry." Fu Haidong said coldly: "If you don't dare to compare, it proves that you are a trash!" ”

"Hehe, the radical method is right!" Wang Yang looked at Fu Haidong contemptuously, and he said: "It's better than writing modern poems, but you have to have a colorful head!" ”

The surrounding gods and newcomers, including the editors, gathered to watch the excitement, in the online literature industry such as Fu Haidong and Wang Yang, they have seen a lot, but it is really rare to write poetry in public, generally in the text of the letter than to write articles, or to write novels.

However, this kind of comparison takes a long time, and there is really no one to write poems on the spot, which is very interesting.

"There must be a lottery, dare you bet with me on the pen!" Fu Haidong sneered and said, he is also very accomplished in modern poetry, he has published poetry collections since he was a teenager, although it is more profitable to write novels now, but he often writes modern poetry for newspaper digests, and he believes that the poems he writes must be better than Wang Yang.

"Seal the pen, are you sure you want to seal the pen more than the pen?" Wang Yang raised his eyebrows, he was not afraid of anything, he was afraid that Fu Haidong would lose the debt.

The editor-in-chief of 314 came over, and he persuaded: "Two of you, it's harmless to fight for a while, it's too hasty to seal the pen." ”

"Editor-in-chief, this is my personal grudge with Wang Yang, don't interfere, this competition, everyone here is a judge, wait for the two of us to make a poem of the same kind in half an hour, let everyone vote, I believe the eyes of the masses are bright."

Fu Haidong had such a tough attitude, editor-in-chief 314 hurriedly said to Wang Yang: "Wang Yang, if you really want to participate, our editorial department will not participate in the voting." ”

Wang Yang scratched his ears, he turned his head and swept the expectant eyes of everyone, clapped his palms and said: "Since the great god Fu Haidong is so determined to write modern poetry with me, then I am adding two million chips, great god, what do you think?" ”

"Hehe, five million is no problem!" Fu Haidong raised his head with a sneer.

"Good!" When Wang Yang heard this, he nodded with a smile: "Come out, great god." ”

When Fu Haidong heard this, he thought for a while and said: "If I come up with a question, what if you lose the debt, so I think let everyone choose a topic, gods, you can ask questions casually, including blood coagulation, you can also ask questions." ”

As soon as he said this, everyone was a little talkative.

"I heard that Fu Haidong has won the national youth poetry championship before."

"No, I heard that Fu Haidong has an honor in Qingyang called 'Poet of the Sea'."

"I think Wang Yang is going to be slapped in the face this time."

Wang Yang listened to the whispers of some newcomer authors around him, and he heard that Fu Haidong had the honor of "poet of the sea", and said contemptuously at the corner of his mouth: "I think that since Fu Haidong is good at writing poems about the sea, it is better than the lyric poetry of the sea." ”

When Fu Haidong heard this, he still couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, ignorance! ”

"Are you sure you want to compare the sea to me for a lyric?"

"It's better than that, where is so much nonsense."

There are human fights, then there are good deeds to prepare tools, an author went to the hotel to get paper and pen, Wang Yang and Fu Haidong each sat at a dining table, everyone gathered around, everyone was very quiet, and began to watch the two write poems.

Fu Haidong shook his head slightly, and he picked up his pen and began to write poems on paper.

On the contrary, it was Wang Yang's side, his pen and paper were different, so he stared at Fu Haidong with a sneer.

"Hey, blood coagulation, the poem "Seeing and Not Seeing" I wrote for Liu Yifei last time, you helped me recommend it to the poetry magazine, what was the result?"

When Xuecong heard this, he hurriedly smiled and said: "The president of the publishing house of the poetry magazine, he is full of praise for "Seeing and Not Seeing", and has already published a front page in the poetry magazine. ”

"Oh, I'll take a look at how many hits "See and See" have on the museum."

"Oops! My "Seeing and Not Seeing" only has 13 million hits, and it hasn't exceeded 100 million hits yet! ”

Wang Yang didn't write here, just chatted here, and after the content of the chat spread around, both the gods and the rookie authors couldn't help but gasp.

yes, how did they forget the poem "Seeing and Not Seeing", oh my!

No wonder Wang Yang is so arrogant!

Over there, Fu Haidong's face was also a little red and hot, and he was uneasy, because there were some bad words around him.

"Tsk, we forgot that the great god Wang Yang is also a genius poet."

"Yes, the poem is very well written, I read it once and remember it."

"Yes, see it or not, I'm there, I'm not happy or sad, you see that Wang Dashen looks confident now, he must have good poetry in his head!"

Fu Haidong listened to the voice in his ears, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Everyone, be quiet, don't affect my poetry." ”

Everyone was quiet for a while, but the eyes that looked at Fu Haidong were very unkind.

They complained in their hearts: Aren't you Fu Haidong just a god who operates, what kind of god is on the shelf!

Wang Yang sneered and looked at all this, he was not in a hurry at all, and he was ready to wait for Fu Haidong to write it before he started writing.

Time passed slowly, Fu Haidong was writing, he looked up at Wang Yang, and found that Wang Yang had never started writing, he suddenly showed a smug smile on his face, and snorted coldly and said to himself: "It's just a clown who jumps off the beam so much." ”

"Don't talk about your own ugliness." Wang Yang shook his head, and he finally picked up the pen and began to write poems on paper.

After Wang Yang started writing, the surrounding writers gathered one after another, and they wanted to see what kind of poems Wang Yang wrote.

"Ahem, don't be so enthusiastic, I see that Fu Haidong has already written it, why don't you let Fu Haidong recite it first, anyway, I won't be afraid of being disturbed when I write poems." Wang Yang felt everyone's enthusiasm, and he smiled. (To be continued.) )