Chapter 61: Su Ming, who scored full marks for silent poetry!

Su Ming didn't particularly care about the sound of coaxing at the scene.

But he's not a fool either.

Through everyone's discussions, he also realized it.

Originally.

The young lady mentioned in the mouth of this girl in the blue skirt was actually the girl from Yuyin Pavilion.

Come to think of it.

He hurriedly took the post from Xiaoqing's hand.

Looking at the line of graceful handwriting written on the prayer post, and the faint fragrance.

Su Ming's eyes flickered.

But the moment he took the postβ€”

Lao Geng, who was sitting opposite Su Ming, could stuff several eggs into his mouth with his mouth open.

"Old... Brother, didn't you say okay, just come and listen to a song and see the world? ”

"Why did this even alarm the senior girl, and let someone send you a prayer post."

"Tell me honestly, did you know Miss Shi before?"

"Otherwise, how could she send someone to send you a prayer post!"

"It's weird, it's impossible, it's completely illogical!"

"I think it's normal for her to fall in love with anyone, but how can I fall in love with you!"

Lao Geng was talking to himself alone on the side, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes in a daze.

The whole person has become a little less neat than even speaking.

And after Su Ming heard his words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes on the spot.

Old Geng, old Geng, what are you talking about?

What does it mean to be illogical?

What does it mean that it is not normal to take a fancy to me?

However, I saw Lao Geng looking so reluctant to accept the reality.

Su Ming didn't bother to be as knowledgeable as him.

Although Shi Miaoyi's sudden invitation did make Su Ming feel a little surprised.

Fortunately, all of this is now going according to the original plan.

And his plan is actually very simple.

Shi Miaoyi's identity is mysterious and her background is profound.

Just like Lao Geng said, it is very likely that the canary raised by the big man in the palace outside.

Isn't this kind of configuration exactly what Su Ming needs?

So.

The next thing he has to do is to hurry up and touch this woman that ordinary people can't touch.

So.

It is equivalent to directly angering the palace boss behind this woman.

Until that time.

Even if you don't want to die, it's going to be difficult!

Of course.

The biggest problem in front of Su Ming now is.

He had to pass Wen Tianming's level first.

After all, the greeting post sent by Shi Miaoyi only represents an entry qualification.

If Su Ming can't even pass Wen Tianming's level, then this so-called worship post will become meaningless.

……

And at the same time that Su Ming was secretly calculating-

Above the lobby.

Everyone saw that Su Ming did not respond for a long time.

Among them, there are a few young ladies who boast of extraordinary literary talents, and they stand up directly, ready to make a good start first.

With the paper, ink, pen, inkstone ready.

Several people rolled up their sleeves, picked up their pens to write, and wrote freely.

"Is this so-called Wendou all based on personal strength, unlimited propositions, and on-site play?"

Looking at the few young talents in front of the hall who were indulging in pen and ink, Su Ming muttered to himself.

But the next moment.

There was a rare show of interest on his face.

This feeling is like going back to the time when I was writing Chinese essays in my previous life.

There is no limit to the genre!

There is no limit to the theme!

There is no limit to the proposition!

If that's the case, then there's no digression at all.

Su Ming felt very cool just thinking about it.

After all, no matter how you say it, he is also a time-traveling person.

And.

He is also a serious child who has received nine years of compulsory education.

If it was only poetry, Su Ming really couldn't find a reason for him to lose.

He glanced at Wen Tianming, a Hanlin scholar with an arrogant face, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Little brother, compare poetry with me, you are really the head iron, I don't know that I will write poetry silently in high school, do you get full marks every time?"