"Oh my God! Why are old-fashioned songs so attractive? I seem to be going to learn this song! ”

"Chen Mo's talent...... Hey, from today onwards, I'm completely a fan of his brains! ”

"It's a must!"

"I want to hear him sing again......"

"Wow! Just now I used his sentence to confirm the eyes, and I met the right person and posted a work on Douyin, and it was actually recommended by the homepage! ”

"What? Is it that awesome? ”

"The BGM works recommended on the homepage of Douyin are all the most popular in the world!"

The overwhelming praise came again.

The chirping discussion was endless, and many people even opened Douyin on the spot to pay attention to the person who had just recorded Chen Mo's BGM.

Chen Mo walked up to Zhou Shuai lightly and said, "Oh, it seems that I accidentally killed someone in seconds?"

Hey, it only took three points of effort, but I didn't expect to turn someone into scum in seconds.

Am I too strong? Or is the opponent too weak? ”

Zhou Shuai's hair stood up angrily!

The whole person is about to explode into a Super Saiyan!

Ahh!!!!h

The thief is angry!!!

How can this slut be so angry!

I really want to take AK47 to kill this slut!!

However, Zhou Shuai could only pretend not to care on the surface, and said with a smile: "Huh...... Hehe......

Don't be complacent, as long as I win, Allure will still be mine! ”

Lifting his spirits, Zhou Shuai clenched his fists tightly and said, "The last one, I want to compare it to a poem with you!! ”

"Compare it to a poem? I'm sorry, I'm ten times better at writing poetry than I can at singing.

Now I might just need to use one stroke of success to turn you into scum. Chen Mo shrugged.

"Hard-mouthed, you'll be! Chen Mo, let me tell you!

I have been familiar with Tang and Song poetry since I was three years old, I can recite thousands of ancient poems at the age of five, I can compose poems by myself at the age of ten, I joined the National Poetry Association at the age of fifteen, and I published my own poetry collection at the age of eighteen! ”

The more Zhou Shuai spoke, the more confident he became, and he looked at Chen Mo with his hands behind his back and pretended to force: "I'm afraid you can't even tell what the seven-character poem and the quatrain are, right?" ”

"Less nonsense, let's get the question, any question can be used, Lao Tzu can take it!" Chen Mo said confidently.

With the disappearance charm of the work, the essence of 5,000 years of Chinese culture is in my hands!

Will Lao Tzu be afraid of you?

Is Li Bai Shixian made?

Is Du Fu's poem sacred?

Is the modern romantic poet Haizi made?

As long as I want to, their works will be eliminated, and they will be snatched away by me shamelessly!

You just started composing poetry from your mother's womb, can you compare to these great poets?

Chen Mo is naturally not afraid!

I can't play games, I can't sing, can't I write my best poems?

Zhou Shuai thought so in his heart, and pretended to say: "No need, for the sake of fairness, pick someone randomly to solve the question, and definitely kill you in seconds!" ”

Chen Mo nodded and said to Huang Tingcheng: "Teacher Huang, you can come to the question." ”

Huang Chengcheng thought for a while, thought of the bridge he walked with Chen Mo today, and blurted out: "Topic...... I'll just get out of a bridge. ”

"On the bridge? Well, yes, it's quite poetic. Zhou Shuai nodded.

The topic was not too difficult, the two of them set it up, and after five minutes, they began to recite their own work.

First of all, Zhou Shuai, he waited for the stage and whispered confidently:

"That immaculate moonlight,

Shine on the bridge,

The filth accumulated over the years,

Quietly weathered in time,

So is the deceased,

There are no marks on the bridge. ”

As soon as this short poem came out, the audience immediately applauded.

In five minutes, he was able to make such a timeless and fresh short poem, even Chen Mo had to admit that this Zhou Shuai did have some attainments in poetry.

But it's a pity that you met brother!

A great talent backed by 5,000 years of Chinese culture!

Zhou Shuai saw Chen Mo stunned in place, and couldn't help but mock: "Hey, great talent, the time is up, have you thought about it?"

If you can't think of it, just admit defeat, the longer it drags on, the more embarrassing it becomes! ”

The corners of Chen Mo's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, my poems will definitely kill you eighteen streets in seconds!" ”

"Don't take advantage of your tongue, your work speaks!" Zhou Shuai sneered.

Chen Mo nodded indifferently, immediately walked around, exhaled lightly, pondered for a few seconds, and said the first sentence of the short poem in a deep voice:

"You, standing on the bridge and looking at the scenery."

Are you standing on the bridge and looking at the scenery?

What kind of poem is this?

That's too vernacular, isn't it?

It's so ordinary that it even makes people feel like they are on the street, and acquaintances greet each other politely and often "Hey, have you eaten".

There is nothing particularly noticeable, and there are no delicate and beautiful points.

Everyone present felt this way in their hearts, and even despised Chen Mo a little!

At this level, do you still kill one bite at a time?

Who killed whom?

Chen Mo, who was reciting the poem lightly, walked to Huang Chengcheng's side and continued to chant slowly: "The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. ”

"Poof"

Zhou Shuai couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This Nima is also called poetry?

This is clearly a good essay for elementary school students!

Wrong!

I can't even talk about the level of elementary school students' composition, this is especially a primary school student's diary!

The diary is about one person looking at the scenery and another person looking at the person looking at the scenery.

There's nothing substantial in there!

The audience also chirped and discussed.

"I'm afraid this Chen Mo is cold."

"Yes, the poetry is completely unpoetic, so dare to brag."

"Hey, if Huang Tingcheng wasn't so confident in Chen Mo, Chen Mo would have actually won."

"Yes, how good it is to win two games in three games, you have to pretend to be forced! Is this the end of the calf? ”

Everyone was not optimistic, and even felt that Chen Mo was too arrogant, so that he could have won, but he was going to lose to Zhou Shuai in vain.

Although Huang Chengcheng was not shocked on the surface, his pink fist had already been clenched tightly, and his palms were full of sweat.

Little silence!

Don't joke about your teacher's life!

Chen Mo's expression was labeled, and he said the third sentence: "The bright moon decorates your window." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the expressions of everyone present changed.

If the previous poems are very vernacular, without any poetic meaning, as soon as the third sentence comes out, it completely releases this poetic noise, making the whole poem particularly different, and the meaning has become far-reaching and deep.

Chen Mo walked up to Huang Tingcheng with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, supported Huang Tingcheng's smooth and stammering chin with his hand, and recited the last sentence with a light smile: "You have decorated other people's dreams." ”

A monotonous sound began to tremble unusually in the entire huge banquet hall, accompanied by the last dream word, which fell deeply into people's souls.