As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 184

The male author stared at the paper Jiang Chen was writing on very seriously.

His face was full of amazement.

When he heard someone ask him, he immediately shook his head with great admiration: "It's more than amazing..."

"If you pick out a few lines of his poems, you can win the first prize tonight."

"This level of poetry... let alone us authors, even the old professors on the rostrum can't write it!"

"Good, it's really well written!"

"Every line of these poems is worth savoring."

"And they are all well-balanced. It's really hard to imagine how this guy wrote them in such a short time?"

"Once this poem comes out, all the poems tonight are dull... Zhuo Cainu, I'm afraid you're going to lose the bet."

At the end of the speech, the author couldn't help but show envy in his eyes.

That's Zhuo Shutong, the most talented woman in Kyoto. If she changes her identity, she will be the most beautiful woman in Kyoto!

What a pity.

A flower is going to be planted on Jiang Chen, the bastard.

Hearing this.

Several women looked at each other, all showing shock.

Jiang Chen's poems are so good now?

Su Luowei looked at the drunk Jiang Chen in disbelief.

She couldn't even feel jealous for a moment.

Because she was completely filled with shock.

All along.

She thought Jiang Chen had no talent for writing.

That's why she didn't want him to waste time in this field.

Unexpectedly.

Jiang Chen is not without talent.

But he has never shown it.

"Look, he's writing again!"

Someone exclaimed.

It seems that Jiang Chen is really drunk and almost unconscious, and his feet can't help shaking twice.

After stabilizing his body, he wrote again:

"When the song ends, put away the plectrum and be careful of the painting. The sound of the four strings is like a torn silk."

"The boats on the east and west are silent, only the autumn moon in the middle of the river is white."

.......

"She said she was originally a girl from Beijing, and her family lived at the foot of Xiama Mausoleum."

"At the age of thirteen, she learned to play the pipa, and her name was ranked first in the music hall."

.......

Seeing this sentence.

The authors looked at Zhuo Shutong again.

Isn't Zhuo Shutong a girl from Beijing? !

Damn, Jiang Chen, this bastard, is really writing about Zhuo Shutong!

Hasn't this guy forgotten that he came with his wife today? !

When Zhuo Shutong saw this sentence, his expression was completely dull.

He looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

Could it be that Jiang Chen really...?

"This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass by casually."

"My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. The colors have changed from dusk to dawn."

.......

"Good poem!"

Gu Yuanwen couldn't help but clap his hands.

"This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass by casually. Another good sentence!"

"It's really wonderful!"

"If Jiang Chen finishes writing this poem, it can be put into the textbooks of Kyoto University for everyone to learn."

Hearing this, all the authors looked at him in surprise.

Jiang Chen seemed not to hear it, and suddenly sighed softly, picking up the pen again:

"I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard these words."

"We are both wanderers in the world, why do we have to know each other when we meet!"

........

Gu Yuanwen's smile froze on his face.

He looked at the poem on the paper with an unbelievable look on his face, but he was a little speechless.

"This... this sentence... this sentence..."

The authors behind him also opened their mouths again.

We are all wanderers in the world, so why should we have known each other before we met.

Damn!

What kind of monster is this? !

Who are they fighting against in this literary duel tonight?

The comments in the live broadcast room were silent again.

However, this time the netizens had experience:

"Okay, okay, I already know it. Jiang Chen is awesome again, right?"

"I saw the dazed expressions of the people at the scene and I already knew it."

"We are all wanderers in the world, so why should we have known each other before we met. You don't need to explain this time, I understand it all!"

"I understand it too. It's really awesome. Is it too late to kneel down to Brother Chen now?"

"Kneel down. I've been kneeling for ten minutes."

"Awesome, too awesome! It feels better than some poems in the book."

"

I used to think Jiang Chen was just lucky to get Su Luowei, but now I find that I am the clown. "

.......

Jiang Chen did not stop writing.

The following content was written in one go.

"It is not as sad as before, and everyone in the room burst into tears when they heard it again."

"Who cried the most among the people? Sima of Jiangzhou had his blue shirt wet."

After writing.

He exhaled a breath of alcohol lightly.

He staggered, raised his head, and his eyes slowly swept across the people in the room.

Then he fell on Zhang Hanmin and smiled:

"Mr. Zhang, I have finished writing."

"What do you think?"

"Any advice? "

Zhang Hanming's face was very ugly.

What do you think?

What else can you do?

Advice? Advice, shit!

He read the whole poem of Jiang Chen.

He found that he couldn't change a single word.

And there were one or two excellent lines from time to time.

Such a poem... he couldn't write it himself, how could he comment on it?!

What's even more outrageous is.

He even had an impulse now.

That is to spread out all the rice paper on the table and read it carefully.

Just now, there were only ten minutes, which was not enough for careful consideration.

He felt that there were many things in this poem that were worth savoring deeply, and there was no Read carefully.

Just glanced at it quickly.

It was like eating a whole date, very uncomfortable.

On the side.

Han Xueer looked over with curiosity.

Zhang Hanming felt his face turn blue and white, burning, very ugly.

Thinking of what he had said to Han Xueer before, that he would give Jiang Chen some advice, he really wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Shameful!

It was really too shameful!

However.

After all, he is an old man who has lived for more than 60 years.

His psychological endurance is much stronger than that of young people.

He forced himself to hold back the shame in his heart, took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Chen without any hesitation: "Well, it's well written! I have nothing to say. Just based on this poem, it is enough to win the first prize tonight."

"Haha, well, don't forget our bet. "

Jiang Chen laughed.

Hearing this.

The people around him suddenly reacted.

Yes.

Jiang Chen's poem is enough to win the bet.

Could it be that.

Just now Jiang Chen was asking Zhang Hanming for his disciple Zhuo Shutong?

The most talented woman in Kyoto is about to belong to Jiang Chen?

This bastard, eating from the bowl, looking at the pot, what a scumbag!

An author suddenly asked sourly: "Jiang Chen, didn't you say before that even if you only write songs, you can win the literary champion tonight?"

"Although your poem is well written, it is not a song!"

"Winning the bet in this way is not right and not reasonable! "

Everyone looked at the male author who was speaking.

This guy's words sounded like he couldn't stand losing and was ready to cheat.

They were authors, and they were participating in a literary competition.

Isn't it a joke to let Jiang Chen win the first prize tonight with a song?

Who knew.

Jiang Chen glanced at him, but suddenly showed a drunken smile:

"Who told you that what I'm writing now is not a song?"

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