Chen Feng sat in the audience, and when he heard Wang Zheng's words, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a faint smile.

Just thinking about it with his toes, he knows that Wang Zheng must want to do things with him again this time.

"I think it's a good idea, so I'll do it first. ”

Lu Hui stood up, walked onto the stage, took the microphone, pondered for a while, and said:

"The light dyes the sea breeze,

The waves are choppy, and the four seasons are the same.

The eagle spreads its wings for three thousand miles,

The sun and the moon are in the middle of the line!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The audience immediately burst into applause.

"What a rough wave!"

"This head is off to a good start. ”

"I don't even dare to go up and show off my literary talents. ”

"This poem is majestic and imposing, and it is indeed a rare good poem!"

Hearing everyone's praise, Lu Hui's heart was very proud.

Zhang Ziwen was not to be outdone, walked on stage, thought about it, and said loudly:

"Leaning alone in the moon and sighing,

The night was frosty.

Caressing the window lattice and the wind blows,

Go to the dream and stay away in the night!"

Bang Bang Bang!

There was another round of applause from the audience.

"It's the melancholy route again!"

"He will do this, write bitter poems one after another. ”

"I heard that his wife was chased by him like this. ”

"That's okay, I've written a lot of poems, why am I still single?"

Immediately afterwards, several more people came to the stage to read out the poems they had written on the spot.

Zhang Ziwen looked at Wang Zheng and deliberately asked loudly: "Brother Wang, you made this proposal first, why do you have to give us a song?"

Looking at the eyes of the audience looking at him, Wang Zheng took the microphone and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll do a song, if it's not good, don't laugh at it." ”

"Who here doesn't know that Brother Wang, you are brilliant, how dare we laugh at you?" Lu Hui patted his ass.

Wang Zheng pretended to smile modestly and opened his mouth to read:

"A thousand hammers have carved out deep mountains—"

Hearing the first sentence, Chen Feng raised his head.

Wang Zheng continued to read:

"The fire burns like waiting. ”

Chen Feng hooked his lips.

Wang Zheng pretended to be the poem he wrote on the blackboard that day.

"I'm not afraid of broken bones,

I want to keep my innocence in the world!"

A poem, Wang Zhengnian's momentum is high, and it is full of energy.

Bang Bang Bang!

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

"Good poetry!"

"It's a good sentence 'I'm not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world'!"

"Brother Wang went on the expedition, and there was no grass!"

"After listening to this poem, I realized that what I wrote before is simply bullshit!"

"All of a sudden, I compared all the previous poems. ”

Hearing the praise of everyone in the audience, Wang Zheng felt a cool feeling in his heart.

However, on the surface, he still pretended to be low-key and said: "If everyone here thinks that there is anything in my poem that needs to be revised, just put it forward, I will accept it with an open mind." ”

Lu Hui shouted: "Brother Wang, you are too modest, if you want me to say, your poem is perfect and impeccable!"

Zhang Ziwen also followed the flattery: "Brother Wang, you are simply our first poet god in Rongcheng!"

"You're giving me face, and it's nice to praise. ”

Wang Zheng looked at Fan Wenliang: "Old Fan, what do you think of the poem I just wrote?"

Fan Wenliang nodded approvingly: "Yes, I can remember it word for word." ”

Wang Zheng was stunned: Could it be that Fan Lao already knew that this poem was not his original?

He smiled awkwardly and asked, "Old Fan, what do you mean by that?"

"You know what it means. Fan Wenliang said coldly.

Wang Zheng was a little flustered.

This poem was indeed written by Chen Feng, and after he saw it, he copied it down and recited it, and took it to the writers' association to pretend to be forced.

But in this matter, apart from him and Chen Feng, no third person present would know this secret.

Unless......

Unless Chen Feng had already told Fan Lao about it.

Wang Zheng pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "Fan Lao, this poem was conceived by me just now, don't you think that I have plagiarized other people's works?"

Fan Wenliang saw that Wang Zheng was so thick-skinned that he still didn't admit it, and sneered: "It's unfortunate that I know the original author of this poem. ”

Wang Zheng chuckled in his heart.

It seems that Chen Feng did tell Fan Lao about this just now.

However, just relying on Chen Feng's mouth, his words have no evidence, and he can't give evidence, so he can't prove to everyone present that this poem is his original.

Wang Zheng simply carried out the scoundrel to the end.

"Fan Lao, since you said that you know the original author of this poem, may I ask if he was also at the scene?"

Fan Wenliang snorted coldly: "He's here, he is what I want to introduce to you today, the new poet god of Rongcheng!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an excited discussion at the scene.

"What, the new god of poetry has arrived?"

"Who is it, why didn't I see it?"

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, he's my idol!"

"If I can see the side of the poet, I will die without regrets!"

When everyone was looking around, looking for the new god of poetry, Fan Wenliang took Chen Feng's hand and stood up, and announced loudly: "He is the new god of poetry I want to introduce to you, Chen Feng!"

Hiss –

Everyone present was suddenly silent.

A pair of eyes looked at Chen Feng in unison, with surprise, admiration, disdain, and indifference in their eyes.

Wang Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Feng in disbelief: "Old Fan, you say, this kid is our new poet god in Rongcheng?"

"That's right, the two poems I brought you to read last time were his works!"

"It turned out to be him......" If Wang Zheng's heart was not panicked at this moment, it would obviously be impossible.

Someone in the audience asked curiously: "Brother Wang, so this poem of yours is indeed plagiarized from the god of poetry?"

"It's ridiculous to plagiarize other people's poems to fool us!"

"We do not allow such shameless people to exist!"

Seeing that everyone in the audience pointed the finger at him, Wang Zheng swallowed his saliva: "You have no evidence, how can you conclude that this poem was written by Chen Feng?"

He glanced at Chen Feng coldly: "No matter what I say, we have a certain status in the literary circle of Rongcheng, and we can't afford to plagiarize the poems of a hairy boy to win your attention!"

was said by Wang Zheng, and everyone also felt that it made sense.

Lu Hui looked at Fan Wenliang: "Old Fan, I believe in Brother Wang, he will never plagiarize other people's poems, is there any misunderstanding in the middle?"

"Those who are clear are self-purifying. Fan Wenliang looked at Chen Feng, "Xiao Feng, leave this matter to you to deal with." ”

Chen Feng nodded and slowly stood up.

Wang Zheng looked at Chen Feng and sneered: "It turns out that you are the new god of poetry, but even if you have outstanding literary talent, it is too much to maliciously frame me for plagiarizing your poems, now that everyone is present, you had better explain this matter clearly and return me to a clean house!"

Chen Feng is going to give Wang Zheng a thumbs up.

I've seen shameless, but it's the first time I've seen someone as shameless as him.

Chen Feng lightly hooked his lips, ignored it, and walked straight to the buffet table.