Feng Jinyu grabbed the paper on the table, his hands trembling.

Feng Jinyu has never cared about the name of the first son of the sky, for him, it doesn't matter if these false names are there or not. However, at the age of fifteen, Dean Aoyama, a high-ranking figure in the Shenwu Continent and a leading figure in the literary world, was speechless......

Although Feng Jinyu is only eighteen years old, his literary attainments are comparable to him in the world, and there are no more than three people - this is not Feng Jinyu's arrogance, this is a fact, after Feng Jinyu defeated Dean Qingshan, no one in the Iron Shenwu Continent was unconvinced.

Regarding his literary achievements, Feng Jinyu didn't dare to say anything proud, but he was proud of his skills, and he also had such human feelings.

But at this moment, at the moment of reading Yexue's manuscript, Feng Jinyu felt a huge pressure.

Feng Jinyu held the hand of the page, trembling with excitement, those who could compare with him in literature were like Dean Qingshan, an old man of eighty or one hundred...... Like Ye Xue, a genius younger than him, Feng Jinyu has never met ......

Wine is less than a thousand glasses of confidants. It's cold in high places...... The days without opponents are lonely.

Closing his eyes, Feng Jinyu's excited heart has calmed down. He gathered away Yexue's manuscript and solemnly handed it back to Yexue.

Feng Jinyu bowed to Yexue seriously, "Brother Feng, when I see it today, it really makes Feng Jinyu envious and jealous......"

Hearing Feng Jinyu say this, Han Ming and Wei Ya's expressions of disbelief lightened a little, but they still looked at Yexue with suspicious eyes.

Wei Ya moved his seat to Yexue, "Brother Feng, did you really write it?" "Wei Ya, who was shocked, even changed the title of 'Brother Feng' to 'Brother Feng'.

Yexue nodded.

Han □□ was stunned, not because he didn't believe Ye Xue's words, but because of the draft......

Han Ming cleaned up his shocked and confused thoughts, and he said with a straight face: "Brother Feng, it's not that we don't believe you, but ...... It's appalling! ”

Yes, appalling!

Ye Xue listened to Han Ming's words, smiled lightly and nodded, her jade-like delicate and perfect face exuding a faint brilliance. Han Ming and Wei Ya's eyes were immediately attracted by her smile, and they stared at Ye Xue without blinking. And although Feng Jinyu's sanity is still there, his heart is 'pounding' as if he is about to jump out of his chest.

Ye Xue looked at Feng Jinyu, Han Ming, and Wei Ya indifferently, and when she found that the three of them were staring at her for a moment, she immediately restrained her smile.

She's a man now...... Attracting bees and butterflies or something, or is it better to limit it to women......

As soon as Yexue's smile was closed, Feng Jinyu and the other three came back to their senses.

Han Ming touched his nose with some embarrassment.

Wei Ya blushed like a monkey's ass.

Feng Jinyu...... He drank his tea as if nothing had happened......

Ye Xue also took the hot teacup in her hand, she was greedy for the warmth of the teacup, and there was a youthful greenness in her eyes, "What...... I'm not good either? ”

What Ye Xue said was really a big lie of 1,000 or 10,000 percent.

You must know that the manuscript that Yexue took out was not created by her - it was "Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin, one of the four famous Chinese novels.

The status of the magnificent masterpiece "Dream of the Red Chamber" in Chinese literature does not use any words to describe its success and influence on other things.