Zhong Yao also thought Kong Rong's words made sense, and he said to Sun Hanhua friendly:

"Miss, can you let me see the poems in your hands?"

Sun Hanhua responded to Zhong Yao in a cold voice:

"Can."

Zhong Yao opened his poems and started reading them. After reading them, he couldn't help but exclaimed:

“God works!

A great talent!

Since the publication of "Preface to Tengyun Pavilion" several years ago, such masterpieces have not appeared in the literary world for a long time!"

"After that's He Jiao, let me see it!"

Chen Lin couldn't wait to come forward, savor the poems, and nodded constantly after reading them.

Sun Lin couldn't help but ask Sun Hanhua:

"Sister, who is your old friend?

The poems written can actually be recognized by the two judges. This is amazing!"

The works that Sun Lin participated in today are poems written by him after thinking hard for a long time.

Even so, Chen Lin had only a "good" evaluation, and he couldn't even get into the top ten.

A sister’s friend wrote a poem casually, which was far better than her hard-working work, which made Sun Lin unable to help but feel curious.

The talented men and beautiful people around him also had the same thoughts as Sun Lin.

Even Cao Zhi and Yuan Xing looked at Zhong Yao and Chen Lin with curiosity.
Chapter completed!