As before, everyone collected the poems written and sent them to Mr. Li and others for review.

Mr. Li waited and found that the title had been changed, and the quality of the poem had improved a lot. Sure enough, many people are veterans of writing love letters.

Although I am speechless about this, I still have to look at it. A few people just looked at it quickly. Although it is much easier to write love poems, it is not easy to judge.

However, this time, the overall quality has improved a lot, and at first glance, I found many good poems. But after all, it is a selection, and it is impossible to take out all of them, and from the good poems, then produce good poems.

"This Huba has some ability, this poem is sincere, the allusion is accurate, it is very good, it is indeed a masterpiece!" Someone complimented.

Another humanitarian: "Wang Jie's poem is quite level, if I am not mistaken, Wang Jie's poems are indeed very well written." ”

"The poems written by Xu Lun and Duling are also good, but compared with the poems of Wang Jie and Huba, they are slightly inferior?" One person was slightly surprised.

Apparently it was Huba's sudden rise that surprised them. In terms of attainments in love poetry, this nameless Huba has already overpowered Xu Lun and Du Ling.

This time, Luo Cheng's poem was not turned over by Mr. Li, and he looked at the poem in his hand, was silent for a while, and then showed a helpless and bitter smile: "This Luo Cheng is really powerful." ”

Several people watched it, but they were all silent, and even Mr. Li was stunned: "How old is Luo Cheng Xiaoyou, and he has such a deep understanding of love?" ”

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. The charm is profound, the charm is profound...... "One person couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud ......" The girl from Qiuyuan, who was close, listened to this poem in her ear, and read it softly twice, revealing a sudden look.

"This poem ......" The girl from Qiuyuan couldn't help but be silent, she only heard the half of the poem, but she did feel the deep affection in it, this feeling gave her a very real feeling, not empty and empty.

Her beautiful eyebrows were lightly raised, and she whispered, "Whose poem is this?" Was it also written by Luo Cheng? Who wrote such affectionate verses? Her gaze was again looking in a certain direction.

……

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers was talking.

There are many fans of Sanjie present, and there are also many fans of Wang Jie, after all, Wang Jie is personable, talented, handsome, and a love poem is invincible in Beiping City.

"This time with the theme of lovesickness, it is what Wang Gongzi is good at, and he will definitely be able to beat Na Luo Cheng." Someone whispered that as Wang Jie's supporters, they naturally felt that Luo Cheng's victory over Wang Jie was just accidental, and Wang Jie was the most awesome.

Such words instantly won the approval of many people: "Exactly, that Luo Cheng pretended to be a ghost, and did not dare to reveal his identity, how could he be the opponent of my prince." ”

"In the past few years, writing lovesick love poems, Wang Gongzi has always been the leader, and there is no rival, even if it is the other two of the three masters, it is also quite inferior." Someone commented.

At this time, it is naturally impossible to unify opinions, there are those who support Wang Jie, and there are also people who oppose it, so there are people who support Luo Cheng: "That's not necessarily, although Luo Gongzi doesn't have many poems, but the first poems are all fine works, and this time I can't tell the difference!" ”

"Now that the results have not been announced, you are so complacent, are you not afraid that after the results are announced, you will lose face?" Some people said disdainfully, such people are generally not used to Wang Jie's usual cold and bombing appearance.

Some people like the cold male god, but some people disdain this kind of cold male god. Do you really think that you are the king of heaven and that you are invincible in the world?

The two sides kept arguing, after all, Mr. Li and others had not yet announced the results, and the two sides were just exchanging words, and there was no major problem.

Mr. Li and the others discussed it, and the result was decided.

One person announced: "The second topic of this poetry meeting, the third class, Xu Lun, Du Ling, the second class, Hu Ba, Wang Jie, the first class, Luo Cheng." ”

As soon as the results came out, both sides of the argument were dumbfounded. On the one hand, the momentum was instantly sluggish, and there was no morale to go back. On the other side, he didn't speak, and scanned the past with a provocative gaze, you scold me!

This result was really beyond everyone's expectations. Xu Lun and Duling fell to the third class, while Wang Jie was ranked second class with an unknown Hu Batong. And Luo Cheng still swept everyone and took the lead.

Luo Cheng was quite satisfied with this result, nodded slightly, and said, "Fortunately, I don't want to recognize so many sons." ”

Luo Cheng looked at Hu Ba and said: "Brother Hu is really a person who can't be seen, his strength is comparable to the three masters, and he is really powerful." ”

Huba smiled calmly on his face: "This is natural, although Sanjie is not weak, but he is not weak in the next, besides, the girl from Qiuyuan is here, can she go all out in the next?" ”

"Uh......" Luo Cheng was speechless, and sure enough, he still couldn't leave the girl from Qiuyuan!

This time, the people around him noticed the conversation between the two, and someone exclaimed: "You are Huba?" ”

Huba arched his hand to the left and right, acquiescing to his identity.

There is no clear number of poems in this poetry club, as long as the first one is chosen. Because Luo Cheng's poems are so prominent, that it didn't take much effort to select the leader, and the latter was selected from the top and ranked first.

Wang Jie listened to the evaluation results, his brows tightened, he really didn't expect this result. In his opinion, this poem is already his pinnacle, but he didn't expect that even so, he was still inferior to Luo Cheng.

"This Luo Cheng ......" Wang Jie was still a little unwilling, he was not annoyed and angry, but this taste of failure was really uncomfortable.

Xu Lun paused, sighed and said: "Ziming, since all the elders have results, there must be no mistakes, and only after the end is over, the poems are announced, can we know where the gap is." ”

Wang Jie nodded silently, and said after a while: "Since Luo Cheng is really better than me, I am naturally convinced, but in my heart, I am indeed quite unwilling." ”

Du Ling's face did not change, and he said very coldly: "This Luo Cheng is better than me, speaking of which, I want to get acquainted with him even more." ”

Wang Lun paused, suddenly smiled, shook his head, and said solemnly: "It seems that I am indeed thinking too much, what if I lose this time?" I, Wang Jie, how can I admit defeat so easily? ”

"Then Luo Cheng is on the field, but I don't know who it is? To be able to write such a masterpiece, it must not be a mortal. At this moment, everyone was talking, and the eyes of the three of them swept over, and they gathered on Luo Cheng together.

They had never seen Luo Cheng, but in the dark, there was a feeling.

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