The five masters in the audience obviously also expected this young man to be so arrogant, and looked Nan Moyi up and down with their beards. And Nan Moyi was not restrained, his hands were covered behind his back, and there was not the slightest fear on his cheeks.

Cheng Ruoqing under the stage looked at the glamorous Nan Moyi on the stage blankly, his eyes were tightly glued to Nan Moyi's face, and he pulled Chengnan Yan in front of him with a small powder fist.

Chengnan Yan Zheng was very interested, but he didn't expect this little girl to bother him again, so naturally he didn't have a good face for her.

"Brother, the person you kept staring at just now is him, right?"

"So what?"

"He's so handsome!"

"So what?"

"Qing'er wants to marry him!"

"Poof......" Chengnan Yan couldn't help but sigh, hurriedly stroked his chest and coughed, and glanced at Cheng Ruoqing, "You want to marry someone when you just met?" Do you know anyone? People don't know you, do they? What if someone already has a wife? Look at him next to him, two! ”

Hearing this, Cheng Ruoqing suddenly retracted in some frustration, retracted his eyes in frustration, and muttered, "How can he have a wife?" Just those two mundane things? It's so cheesy. Brother, their position is so high, don't you know them? ”

Hearing this, Chengnan Yan Cai cast his gaze over, took a closer look, and frowned again, "It's a little familiar, but I can't remember clearly, anyway, it's not a beautiful woman." ”

"Hush." Cheng Ruoqing couldn't help but glance at him, "It's vulgar, it's vulgar." ”

"Who do you say is vulgar!"

The two of them had the intention of fighting again, and the entourage on the side hurriedly diverted the topic, "Childe, you still don't look at it?" If you miss it, you won't come. ”

"Hmph." Chengnan Yan glanced at Cheng Ruoqing, if it weren't for this stinky girl who kept sticking to him and asked him to take her out, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to her!

And Cheng Ruoqing, who was also not to be outdone, stuck out his tongue at the back of Cheng Nanyan, and stared at Nan Moyi on the stage with a bright gaze.

"'Moonlight'?" Nan Moyi took the piece of paper in the host's hand, couldn't help but be stunned, and endured the excitement that was about to erupt in his heart, trying to maintain his indifferent image.

Are all these people brain-dead? The previous questions were weird, but after I came up, I came to such a simple question.

Although it is very wrong to steal the poems of the ancients, it is wrong not to steal them.

Nan Moyi looked at an old man who stood up from the judges' seat and smiled politely.

The master's eyebrows were full of fierceness, presumably because he was quite unhappy with Nan Moyi's behavior of offending his predecessors. So I seized the opportunity to educate this arrogant boy well.

However, before the big Li Du and the little Li Du, are you really a senior?

"This time the poem is based on the moonlight, if everyone thinks that this son is better than me, then this competition does not need to be carried out again, this son is the final winner."

There was silence on and off the stage, and they must have agreed with the master's statement.

The host put down the hourglass on the side of the stage, and the fine sand was lost little by little in time.

Nan Moyi has been very indifferent from beginning to end, can she not be indifferent, she is just a memorizer.

And the eyes of the master in the audience are getting more and more gloomy, this stinky boy, he is still pretending to be calm when he is dying!

[Who is dying o(╯□╰)o, I feel like I'm Shengzi.] 】