Finally completely sober.

Tang Yu felt that something was wrong......

It seems that the poetry meeting is not over yet, because there are still many people on the field, and more than 100 middle school and high school scholars are staring at him in the poetry club square.

and the big people in the VIP seat, one by one, they also stared at him closely.

It only takes a very simple IQ to understand what is probably going on.

Trouble!

Sleeping in the guide poetry meeting, according to the etiquette of the reader, this is a big faux pas, what should I do? Zhu Yu could only cast his eyes for help to Xie Cong.

Xie Cong smiled bitterly, his smile was more ugly than crying.

He yelled at Tang Yu Nunu, motioned for Tang Yu to follow behind, and walked to the front of the VIP seat in an orderly manner, knelt down respectfully, and said:

"Disciple Xie Cong, this is my friend Tang Yu in Wuling, today I led Brother Tang Xian to participate in the poetry meeting, I wanted him to see the environment of the poetry meeting, but I never thought about it...... Tang Xiandi...... Hey......"

Xie Cong said sincerely: "It's all the disciple's fault, please all the masters, all the adults will punish you!"

Tang Yu was also a little weak in his heart, he was not very bold in the first place, but at this time, he was even more panicked when he caused such a big thing.

Xie Cong knelt down, he knelt down behind him, Xie Cong paused, he paused, but he didn't say a word.

Tao Yi, the superintendent, stared at Xie Cong, and looked Tang Yu up and down, where did he dare to call the shots?

He could only lean over to the eldest master, Meng Zhe, and whispered, "Senior, what should I do with this son?"

Meng Fuzi frowned, and at this moment, there was a person in the Shizi camp, but it was Liu He.

Liu He said proudly: "Brother Xie's friend must have extraordinary talents, since Brother Tang can sleep soundly at the poetry meeting, it must be that the poems of my guide poetry club are difficult to enter Brother Tang's eyes." In this case, we also implore Brother Tang to instruct us and other foolish people.

Today, the masters of Wuling and my guide middle school are all here, they can make an evaluation, Brother Tang won't even look at the adults and the masters, right?"

Liu He's words can be said to be straight to the point, like sparks into an oil pot, helping Tang Yu pull his hatred to the full grid in an instant.

Next, all the scholars spoke, and all of them were in tune with Liuhe.

This Tang Yu is really too blind, so many talented people are fighting poetry here, he can actually fall asleep, if you can't give you an explanation today, how can these talented people gain a foothold in the academic world in the future?

Tang Yu secretly complained bitterly in his heart, and hated Liuhe in his heart.

I didn't offend this guy at all, why did this guy have to get along with him?

Let yourself compose poetry, isn't that a clear way to make a fool of yourself?

made a fool of himself on the occasion of many big names in Wuling, how can he let himself learn this road in the future?

Silent!

Tang Yu could only be silent.

"Tang Yushizi, what do you have to say in the face of the proposals of many talented people?"

Tao Yi, the superintendent, looked at Tang Yu and said loudly.

Tang Yu was stunned and didn't reply, Xie Cong hurriedly came over and said, "Brother Tang Xian, this is Tao Yi, the superintendent master, I know the word." Why don't you answer Master's question?"

Tang Yu pondered for a long time, and said extremely honestly, seriously, and sincerely: "Master Tao, in fact, I ...... I don't know much about poetry, and today many adults and masters are here, and I ...... How dare I compose a poem before you?"

Tang Yu's words were sincere, and he was sincere.

Looking at his appearance, he is really honest, if it weren't for the anger of the public due to his previous behavior, no one can bear to embarrass him for such an honest child.

But......

Tao Yi set his eyes on Master Meng again.

Tang Yu said that he didn't know much about poetry, Tao Yi naturally believed it, look at this Tang Yu, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his childishness has not retreated, even if he is talented, where can he compare with the talents of the Guide Poetry Society?

After all, he is a child, and since he has confessed it, it is also a love for future generations of students.

Master Meng sighed and nodded gently.

Tao Yi was about to speak, and at this moment, another person stood up in the group of scholars.

"Master Tao, what Brother Tang said is not true. Brother Tang and I have known each other for a long time, and we know that he often writes poems. I once heard Brother Tang's witty sentence: 'I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!' This poem not only I know, but many scholars in Wuling know it, and I also heard it from the mouth of a scholar in Lishui......"

Wang Mao spoke, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Tang Yu with a sneer, obviously trying to hold Tang Yu.

Today's poetry meeting, they suffered a loss, he has not yet had a work that has been passed on by the horse, and he has been aggrieved in his heart, and he just vented it with Tang Yu at this time.

Besides, this Tang Yu, who was so close to Shen Xiaozhu last time, made him even more narrow-minded and jealous in his heart.

Today is just right, a God-given opportunity, where did you let Tang Yu go like this?

When Tang Yu heard Wang Mao's words, he couldn't wait to rush up and bite this guy to death.

But in this situation, where can he do that? He can only secretly hate in his heart and grit his teeth secretly.

"Oh?"

Tao Fuzi frowned, as if he was carefully savoring the artistic conception of these two poems, and other scholars and masters also secretly pondered these two poems.

At the VIP seat, Li Bo smiled and said, "Yes, this poem has a weather, it's a good poem!"

"What kind of good poetry is clearly crooked poetry! Where can a scholar's poem be stained with the copper stench of the merchant's house? Besides, the rhythm of this poem is not right, and the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth. Su Yuqiao said coldly.

"No, no, Su Xian, you must not take it out of context, if my expectations are correct, this is a long poem, how can you assert the style of this poem through two lines of poetry?" Li Bo said, he still had a smile on his face.

At this time, Tao Fuzi said again: "Student Tang Yu, what Bachelor Wang Mao said is true?"

"Patience!"

"If you can't bear it, you will mess with it!"

Tang Yu decided to endure it, and immediately said very honestly: "Back to Master, this poem was not made by me. The poem ......"

Tang Yu suddenly looked up at Wang Mao, unable to hide his anger in his eyes, and said word by word: "The author's name is Li Bai, the word is too white, and Li Taibai is also ......."

The audience was silent, and everyone was stunned.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud laugh from the VIP seat, and everyone looked at the VIP seat, but it was Li Bo who bent down with laughter.

"You're white, you're too white...... Ha ha...... This author is very interesting. You're so white......"

When Li Bo said this, his eyes were clearly looking at Su Yuqiao.

This time, the audience was in an uproar.

In the state of Chu, "white" is not a good word, especially in Wuling, "white" means "idiot".

Tang Yu's eyes stared at Wang Mao when he said this, clearly saying that you are an idiot, you are too idiot......

Imagine who in the world named Li Bai? And the words are too white?

This Tang Yushizi, who looks honest and sincere, is a little wilted, this person scolds him, it's really high!

And this was repeated by Li Bo, but Su Yuqiao was also involved, because he said it to Su Yuqiao.

Looking at Wuling, I am afraid that the younger generation of talents will have the courage of Li Bo, and dare to scold the first talented woman of the guide to your face, you are too white......

It's messy, the scene of the poetry meeting is completely messed up......

On the VIP seat, Su Yuqiao's apricot eyes were arguing, and the mana on his body fluctuated, and he was about to teach Li Bo a lesson.

Li Bo laughed, pointed in Tang Yu's direction and said: "Prophet Su, this is not what I said, it was Tang Yu Shizi who said that the author of this poem is named Li Bai, Li Taibai...... Haha......"

Li Bo laughed again, he was already fat, and the flesh of this laugh was moving, and he looked indescribably wild.

Tang Yu looked at the fat man on the high platform with a blank face, thinking that this guy might have suddenly lost his mind and gone crazy, what's so ridiculous about this?

Don't you know Li Bai?

Could it be that this fat man is learning from Li Bai's wild and uninhibited?

However, he soon felt that something was wrong.

Because he found that the eyes of the people around him had changed, especially Wang Mao.

The guy was trembling with anger, he stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, and said in a trembling voice, "You...... You dare to insult my high-ranking bachelor, but what kind of talent do you have? Just because of your two crooked poems that 'I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone', which is full of copper smell and donkey's lips are not in the horse's mouth?

Today, I was suddenly a little moved, why? Because Nanhua looked through the readers' information one by one today, and was pleased to see the brothers who were together in the official road of cloth and official policies. Our ticket king is a brother is an old brother, and Lan Yitian, as well as Zhiyi and Zhiyi, as well as Lao Huang, and the eldest brother, Liu Dingkai, Luo Xiaoda, etc., a lot, but not too much......

To tell the truth, it's not easy, Nanhua has been in the industry for six years, and the road to writing can be said to be bumpy, the official document can't be written, Nanhua was forced to transform, everything started from scratch, and only I know the suffering.

The last book of the Fairy King is Nanhua's first test of Narcissus fantasy, to be honest, everyone said it was a success, but I was not satisfied.

And this "Disciple of the Saint" can be called the most adventurous work in Nanhua, today there are twenty-eight chapters, and today the author group has said that they have written books for so many years, and no one has ever seen such a fantasy written.

But Nanhua just wrote like this, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, Nanhua admitted, I used to have too much impetuousness in my heart, too much **, and too many unrealistic dreams of becoming a god.

And now, I suddenly feel that when I write a book, I am telling a story to my brothers, and since it is a story, there is no fixed routine, and if you have to come up, it will be a waste of firewood, and then suddenly become a genius, and then practice every day, and rise to a level every day. After fighting monsters on one map, you can go to another map to find **oss. Is this a pattern of fantasy stories?

Nanhua has loved reading since she was a child, is this the story she thinks in her heart? I have become a professional writer, is it that even my mind should be governed by my profession?

I have a story in my heart, and I want to write the story I think about and share it with everyone. There are always fraternities that I like, and that's what drives me to work and write now...... Thank you...... I firmly believe that I can tell a great story......