"You can start writing poetry now."

As Shang Xiufang announced the start of the poetry meeting, I saw that everyone in the Yanbo Building took out a pen and paper at the same time and thought about it. Richard glanced around the people on the first floor, and quickly noticed a difference between the player and the natives.

The talents of the aborigines frowned deeply, and the essence in their eyes kept flashing, as if they were thinking, and although the players were also clenching their fists and bowing their heads, staring at the white paper in front of them, their eyes were very empty, with an expression of being out of the world.

Needless to say, these guys must be looking up poems about the westward journey of the wild geese. Richard could even guess that the keywords they typed into Baidu's search bar were nine times out of ten the words "Hongyan westbound".

A benevolent brother sitting not far from the table of Richard and Yang Sheng on the second floor even took out a thick book and began to rummage through it.

Shang Xiufang, who was sitting in the corner of the second floor, saw this, a look of curiosity flashed on his face, he stood up and walked to his desk and said with a smile: "This son, dare to ask you where you are..."

I saw that the player who was flipping through the book immediately stood up and clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Xiufang, everyone doesn't know, I usually have a habit of recording all the poems I make in this collection of poems that I carry with me. Several of them are also based on the theme of the wild goose, which happens to be similar to the theme of today's poetry meeting of the wild goose traveling westward. ”

Shang Xiufang nodded, a look of appreciation flashed in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Childe is good at it, then the little woman won't bother Childe." ”

With that, Shang Xiufang walked back to her seat. The other players on the second floor cast envious glances at this player, and before the competition began, this guy let Shang Xiufang notice him first, which was really scheming. Knowing this, they also made some preparations.

Richard looked at the so-called book of poems on the table in front of him, and the table hidden under the table gently waved a palm in his direction, and a breeze rose under the internal force, blowing the book of poems on the table.

Silent night thoughts, spring dawn, looking at Lushan Waterfall...

A few pages after turning the pages, Richard saw many ancient poems that he could memorize, and sneered in his heart, sure enough, where is this poetry collection, it is obviously a high school student, no, a junior high school student excerpt!

An hour passed in a hurry, and Shang Xiufang and Li Jiancheng, who were sitting in the corner, whispered a few words, and stood up at the same time and walked towards the stairs.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the hour has come. I wonder how your son's poems are doing? ”

Before Shang Xiufang's words landed, a player on the first floor of Yanbo Building rushed out and said loudly: "Xiufang, everyone, I have already made a good poem." I'll recite my poem again and ask Xiufang to comment. ”

Shang Xiufang smiled and waved her hand: "Childe, don't worry, there are so many people in this Yanbo Building today, if everyone reads their own poems again, won't this poetry meeting end early tomorrow morning?" So let's change the rules for this poetry meeting, and ask everyone to give me the poems they wrote. After my eldest brother and I look at each other, we will choose the first place in this poetry meeting! ”

Hearing this, the aboriginal talents had no opinion, but many players changed their faces one after another. Although there are many poems about the wild goose in the real world, there are only so many famous ones, and of course they choose one random poem as their own work in such a hurry.

This will put all the poems away, what if the car crashes?

Shang Xiufang walked down the stairs at this time and took their works from the hands of the aboriginal talents. Seeing this, the players can only write themselves, no, it should be said that the poems that are copied are handed in.

Glancing at Shang Xiufang below, Yang Sheng couldn't help but show nervousness, subconsciously pinched the poem in his hand, and even cut out a small hole in the edge of the paper without knowing it.

Seeing this, Richard couldn't help but chuckle softly: "What poem did you write?" ”

Yang Sheng showed him the poem in his hand, and after Richard glanced at it, he couldn't help but say, "Are you sure this can work?" I don't think it's as good as those on the nine-step ladder. ”

Yang Sheng said in a low voice: "Great God, you don't know, now is not the time to copy whatever you want." The better the poem, the more famous it is, the more people will know it, and the best ones will have long been copied. The rest of the generally good ones are very likely to crash. Only these relatively unpopular and unknown poems can be unique. ”

Richard nodded, and then asked, "But your poem, do you think you can take the first place in poetry?" ”

Yang Sheng smiled bitterly: "Resign yourself to fate." God, didn't you say that you have a way, what is your solution, why are you still refusing to tell me? ”

Richard smiled, and suddenly tore the poem that Yang Sheng had just written in his hand in half.

Yang Sheng was shocked when he saw this, stood up with a bang, and said anxiously: "Great God, you... What are you doing here? ”

When the other people on the second floor heard the sound, they immediately looked over and saw the poem torn in half in Richard's hand, and many of them immediately showed gloating smiles on their faces.

This copied poem is no better than the poem I composed, and I can remember it. Most people forget the first sentence of the poem as soon as they raise the pen, Shang Xiufang is about to come up, this Yang Sheng wants to copy a poem again, it is difficult.

Richard smiled and said slowly: "If you want to be the first in this poetry meeting and come out on top, then listen to me." Take out a pen and paper and write like this. ”

As he spoke, he whispered a word in Yang Sheng's ear.

Yang Sheng was shocked after hearing this, "Great God, this... Will this work? This is a poetry meeting! ”

"The letter is right, just write like this, you will definitely get the first place."

Yang Sheng was so anxious that he was about to cry, "But this... This is not a poem, God, are you here to help me or to harm me? ”

"What am I going to do to you, Shang Xiufang will come up soon. You're going to write fast! ”

Hearing this, Yang Sheng couldn't help but glance at the next room, only to see Shang Xiufang holding a thick stack of poems in her hand, and had already walked to the front of the nine steps. He sighed heavily, gritted his teeth, took out a pen and paper, and began to write quickly.

When he raised the pen, Shang Xiufang happened to come to the second floor and walked slowly towards him. Yang Sheng looked at her beautiful face and swallowed, quickly folded the paper in his hand, and handed it to her with both hands.

After walking around the second floor and collecting all the poems, Shang Xiufang and Li Jiancheng returned to their places in the corner and began to look at these poems.

At this time, the advantage of this location bought on the second floor for five hundred taels of silver was reflected, because the poems on the second floor were received last, so Shang Xiufang and Li Jiancheng first saw these poems.

"Big brother, this poem is good, majestic."

"Yes, it's a bit of courage."

Hearing Shang Xiufang and Li Jiancheng's comments, a player on the second floor was happy, while everyone on the first floor was envious, and some even secretly regretted why they didn't grit their teeth and go up to the second floor.

Yang Sheng's eyes were firmly fixed on Li Jiancheng and Shang Xiufang, his hands clenched tightly, and his palms were sweaty.

I saw Shang Xiufang pick up a piece of paper that was folded from the top of the stack of poems.