After coming out of the Overseer's Palace, Gao Mu Lian walked aimlessly to this alley. He sat in his private room, making tea, and watched the competition downstairs without a look. In the middle of boredom, he suddenly saw a pretty figure, which gave him a familiar feeling for some reason.

He sat upstairs and couldn't see the little girl's face, but her familiar back made him remember where he had seen her. The little girl is dressed in unadorned clothes and has shoulder-length long and short hair, this unique clean and clean temperament is simply a clear stream in the materialistic China. Her aura and vigor unknowingly took away all his attention.

The back of the little girl downstairs gradually coincided with a shadow in his mind, who was that? Gu Huizhu? A name he had just found out today came out of nowhere. His hand making tea paused for a second, heh, he shook his head, how could it be. What's wrong with him, one is a little girl with two big braids, and the other is a young talented girl with a clean and flawless temperament, obviously not the same person but everyone looks like her.

Gu Huizhu didn't know that the hooligan she met on her birthday was watching her upstairs, and she said to Xuemei: "I think about whether to try it in the ring, but I'm afraid that my strength is not enough, and when the time comes, the lazy toad will cross the threshold and choke his nose and lose face." ”

Xuemei said with a smile: "The process is the most important, why care about the result." It's your ability to win, and it doesn't matter if you lose, it's all about participating. ”

Gu Huizhu lowered her head and thought about it, feeling that Xuemei seemed to have a point. And she is really shy now, if she can win the ranking here, even if it is tenth, it is good to earn a small yellow croaker. If you lose, after all, you are only sixteen years old, and it is not a shame to lose to your predecessors.

"Okay, I'll try." Gu Huizhu made up her mind.

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The rules of the literary fight, first the people of the poetry club take the lead, and then someone else comes up to challenge, the people of the poetry club come up with the question, the two face each other, the losing side is out, and the winning side is waiting for the next person to challenge in the ring. Within the time limit, the person who can stand last in the ring is the ring pillar, and the prize is a big yellow croaker, as for the other rankings, it is determined by how many rounds can be won in the competition process.

The two people on the stage just finished confronting each other, and Gu Huizhu walked up to the stage. Standing in the ring was an uncle in his forties, like an old master teaching. When the old master saw a little girl walking up, he felt ridiculous, and felt a little insulted: "Girl, are you going to the wrong place, this is not your school's garden party." After speaking, he looked Gu Huizhu up and down again, and said, "How old are you, can you compose poems?" ”

The crowd watching the excitement below saw a young girl on stage, and they also talked about it without any scruples.

"Wow, so small? Have you graduated? ”

"Graduated, elementary school, haha."

"She's so young, isn't she an insult to the old master?"

"It's a waste of everyone's time, and you should have to be screened to compete."

"yes, they're not ashamed, we're wasting our time."

"If cats and dogs go up, how many years will they have to confront each other?"

Hearing the audience's discussions, one of the bearded members of the Poetry Society had a bad face, he walked up to Gu Huizhu and said, "Little girl, will you be able to, don't waste our time." "I also want to recruit a few talented people into the poetry club for this reason, but I can't be ruined by nobodies.