When Wang Dongxue saw "Doomsday", her mood felt like she was stabbed by a tiny wooden thorn, and her whole body twitched.

How is that possible!

His first feeling was that he was unbelievable. The other person was younger than himself, so how could he write a poem about this feeling?

Ma Wenzhong also smiled and sighed: "I didn't come in vain today!"

Everyone expressed their agreement...

"Indeed, I haven't seen such a stunning poem in a long time."

"Eye-opening, eye-opening!"

The difference between high and low becomes very obvious in an instant, and it is not as needed to be judged and distinguished as I imagined.

Those who have read a little bit of reading know which song is better if they have a slight appreciation level.

Wang Dongxue insisted on holding it in her arms and couldn't say a word.

His face was indescribable and he couldn't refute it.

Ma Wenzhong asked Mo Zhuosi with a smile: "Your skills are probably born in a scholarly family?"

Mo Zhuosi shook his head honestly and said, "My family has never studied any books, and I have only started learning recently."

After brushing, Wang Dongxue's face turned black. This was a naked mockery of herself!

He raised his head and laughed loudly. This young man was really calm when he bragged.

Admiration!!!

"It's understandable that there are indeed some families with strict rules. If you don't want to disclose it, I won't ask." Mr. Ma smiled and touched his beard. It's impossible to learn to write poetry recently.

Literary literacy cannot be something that can be accomplished one day, and there is no shortcut to take.

Everyone agreed that Mo Zhuosi was just unwilling to reveal his identity, and some people even thought that he said this on purpose.

See?

I just haven’t read any books. I’ve learned to write poetry for a while and I’ve written better than you!

Although many people don’t believe it, the reporter wrote down this sentence, no matter whether it is true or false.

Even if it is really a show-off, it is deliberately slapping Wang Dongxue in the face, which is interesting.

Chen Tao has been silent just now because he is afraid that Mo Zhuosi will cause trouble, but now he suddenly finds that the guy he is looking for is a real talent!

When Chen Tao saw the reporter keep recording, he shone with a shining inspiration and said: "It's not a joke that our unit has the most professional review team. Without that diamond, I wouldn't dare to take on this porcelain job."

After saying that, he looked at Wu Zhuosi and gestured to cooperate.

Mo Zhuosi was also a smart person, and he immediately smiled and said, "That's true. There are many seniors in the department that are worth learning from."

This sentence does not involve lies, it is all honesty.

Mo Zhuosi said before that he had just learned to write poetry not long ago, and everyone thought he was too frivolous and impetuous.

Now, he suddenly looked very modest, and everyone was dizzy. Which sentence is true and which sentence is fake?

As expected, the reporter also wrote down this sentence. Chen Tao nodded with satisfaction. He finally didn't take Mo Zhuosi to come today. Although there was some accident, it was still acceptable overall.

"Cough cough cough!" Wang Dongxue cleared her throat and said with a thick face: "The three poems that have been agreed upon are just the first one now."

This guy humiliated himself again and again, and he must not just give up!!!

This song "Doomsday" can be written by the other party at this age, and it is likely to be plagiarized.

He didn't believe that the other party could continue to write poems of this level.

Mo Zhuosi frowned slightly. He saw that Wang Dongxue was very unwilling to accept it, and then shook her head secretly. The other party was not giving up?

Still need to continue comparing?

Just compete!

Mo Zhuosi said with a funny look: "Do you have any poems that can be shown?"

Wang Dongxue was so angry that she was furious that she didn't care about her image and cursed: "I think you can never show your poems again, right?"

His words made people feel a little harsh.

You are a famous poet, and the other party is just an unknown young man, just an employee working in a corporate unit.

There is a big gap between these two identities, and it is very rare even if they are tied.

But Wang Dongxue was so aggressive that she lost her identity.

Mo Zhuosi grinned and said, "You have agreed to win two games in three games. Don't change your mind later, and you can win five games in seven games."

Hahaha!!!

Everyone couldn't help laughing, this was too damaging.

Wang Dongxue really wants to go over and strangle this sharp-tongued guy to death, but he can only hold back his anger.

The two of them returned to their positions, and this time it was exactly the opposite of the beginning.

For the first time, three-quarters of people gathered at Wang Dongxue, wanting to see which poem he took to fight.

And this time, most people were watching around Mo Zhuosi, full of curiosity and all of them were lying on their heads.

Mo Zhuosi pretended to lift his pen, but in fact his handwriting was just like that, but our handwriting was just as well written, and his momentum could not be weak.

In other words, the words can be bad, but the posture must be handsome.

What Mo Zhuosi memorized is naturally carefully selected fine products. No matter how others think, at least he likes them very much.

This time, Wang Dongxue knew that she could not lose anymore, otherwise she would have lost two games in less than three games, and she would probably have left stains in the future.

He can't accept such a thing. Why does a slut who doesn't know where he dare to challenge his "authority" at will?

He decided to come up with his latest proud work, which has not been published publicly, but is at his current peak.

He was full of confidence in this poem!

Everyone watched Wang Dongxue start writing, his words were filled with a free and calm style. If he could become the champion of the new generation of poets, his strength was still recognized by everyone.

"The division of the poet's era is divided into the new generation, modern and cold wind era."

"Dongxue's ability as the leader of the new generation is unquestionable."

"But unexpectedly, this little brother was like a flying dragon coming out of the cave, making a splash, which was very admirable!"

Wang Dongxue's hand couldn't help but shocked, what?

Could it be that the other party is faster than what he wrote?

impossible!

His poems have been imprinted in his mind, but they are just written down in comparison and dictation, and the other party needs to create them!

He couldn't help but glance at the other side, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he had not finished writing, but was still writing!

After a series of dragon flying, Wang Dongxue gently drew a circle and signed her name at the end.

Write into a poem!

Everyone next to him nodded, "Okay!"

"I can see that this poem should be Dongxue's new work!"

Wang Dongxue smiled very much, then nodded and said, "That's right!"

"The level of winter snow has indeed taken another step forward, and it is worthy of being the top of the new generation!"

"The cold and cold are the most difficult to stop!"

"This poem has both the style of a new generation, and it reads it with a breath accumulated from the age. It reflects the beginning and end, and is in an orderly manner. It is a fine work!"

After hearing everyone's comments, Wang Dongxue finally felt relieved. It seems that this game is finally stable!

At this moment, an old man wearing glasses and a robe standing behind Mo Zhuosi waved to the other side: "Old Cao! Come and take a look."

"What are you looking at?" Old Cao just praised Wang Dongxue and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, you'll know when you come here!" the old man shouted with a smile.

It just so happened that Mo Zhuosi had officially stopped writing, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile fell into the eyes of others, of course, a confident smile.

Lao Cao smiled while walking, "No need to watch it. Dongxue has a breakthrough this time, and I believe the winner has been decided!"

At this time, Mr. Ma Wenzhong also touched his beard and sighed with emotion: "If you want to count the romantic figures, you have to look at the present day!"

"The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves, but one wave is higher than the other!"

"It's not a good word!"

What the hell!!!

The eyes of the reporters around him suddenly shone. If Wang Dongxue wins, this will be considered a gossip news at most.

But, if Wang Dongxue loses!

That's big news!

Although they did not recognize Mo Zhuosi, they were shouting loudly for him. Now, depending on the situation, is it really a chance?

A group of people surrounded him...
Chapter completed!