This cold night's attitude completely angered Su Xun. Su Xun said: "You are not a famous writer, you must be very powerful. Come and write me an article to let me see what depth means?"

It was said that Su Xun was a high school student but he didn't understand the depth of the article. To be honest, this made Su Xun particularly unhappy.

I am a high school student, even if I am about to take the college entrance examination, but he is still the case now, but is this the reason for your despise?

Su Xun is a man with a skin of 1,000 nights. Naturally, what he wrote is not something without soul. This person is completely maliciously slandering, which makes Su Xun so angry.

It is indeed a bit impolite to speak like this, but it is already this time. Su Xun still cares about being polite or not, polite.

If it weren't for the big problem of Han Yeshenghua, Su Xun wouldn't have been so angry.

Everyone was upset for a moment, thinking that this student was too brave and dared to talk to a famous writer like this. You must know that this person is also the president of the Writers Association and his identity is extraordinary.

It would be great if an ordinary student was not nervous in front of him, not to mention that he had just gotten up as straightforward as he is now.

Han Yeshenghua's face was also ugly. Today, he was so confused that he would not be able to get out of Taiwan.

"The resentment value from Han Ye Shenghua is 89."

But he thought about it and said that if that is the case, just show his talent and he will be afraid that this student will not succeed.

A high school student is so rampant, and if he has some writing style, he thinks he is amazing. He really doesn't know how to be tall and rich.

Han Ye Shenghua was not a person with false reputation. He was naturally of high-profile scholars, otherwise he would not have liked him.

He just heard him say, "Okay, then I'll show you what depth is."

Everyone felt good as they spoke. Han Ye Shenghua was really going to show off herself. Su Xun was still powerful and could force him into this way.

Su Xun kept looking at this guy coldly, seeing what he could write, and then he would make a good mistake.

Unless he wrote something perfect, Su Xun would never let him step down.

There is no way, Su Xun is such a person. It is best for everyone to not interfere with the well water. People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.

If you insist on making trouble to provoke me, then I'm sorry, I will definitely not give up. No matter who you are, Su Xun will not let him bully him casually. That's a non-existent thing.

Of course, the beauty is the exception, and Su Xun is willing to be humiliated by them. (This is a typo, the author has typed it wrong, please forgive me)

After bringing paper and pen, Han Yeshenghua sat there, as if thinking for a while, and then he started writing.

"alright--"

As a result, less than two minutes later, he put down the pen in his hand, calmly spoke up, stretching his eyebrows, as if he had written something that he was quite satisfied with.

Su Xun was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this person was so efficient. You are right. An article was written so quickly? You have to have a limit if you brag.

However, Su Xun misunderstood him, and only heard Han Yeshenghua say: "Because time is limited, I don't want to waste too much time on everyone, so I wrote a poem."

"I'm going, it's so amazing. I can even write poetry."

"I am worthy of being a famous writer. I can write a poem in a short time. It's amazing."

"I think it's amazing, too. It's only been two or three minutes. I don't say whether it's good or not, at least I'll be efficient."

“……………………”

Many people exaggerated, and Su Xun's eyes narrowed, feeling something interesting. Su Xun didn't expect that poetry was a thing, and he didn't expect that he had made it all.

Sure enough, Han Yeshenghua is like the novels he wrote, just doing those fancy things. In Su Xun's opinion, this person just wants to show off his talent.

"President, stop keeping it aside. Let's show you the poem you wrote." A female writer from the Writers Association immediately said, "A little star in her eyes.

Judging from her appearance, she was probably a nerd and had been conquered by Han Ye's handsomeness and talent.

There were a lot of people on the scene, so it would be a waste of time to circulate it. So Han Ye said, "Then you read it to everyone."

"Okay!"

The female author's eyes immediately lit up, as if she had an important task. She quickly stood up and looked at the poem written by Han Yeshenghua with anticipation.

As a result, she hadn't read it yet, and just glanced at it, her eyes glowed, her body trembled, and she said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh my God, this poem is written so well. You are so talented, President."

"Damn--"

Su Xun almost vomited it out, and he had goose bumps all over his body. He thought it was so disgusting that he could even flatter him like this.

Han Yeshenghua was obviously very comfortable being licked. He looked satisfied, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Okay, you pay quickly."

"The name of this poem is "Love." The female author began:

No matter how poor

Still love life

No matter how you look for love

Love yourself, too

"Playing"

There were only these four sentences in total. After reading it, there was a burst of applause immediately.

This is modern poetry, which is definitely different from ancient poetry. In ancient poetry, the focus is on rhyme and symmetry, so modern poetry does not have so many restrictions.

The poem "Han Ye Hua" is relatively short, but it is indeed a bit advanced. After a few sentences, it gives people a different feeling.

Even Su Xun had to admit that this person had some capital to show off, but it was naturally impossible to make Su Xun feel so awesome.

"Oh my God, this poem is so well written. Are you sure it will be written in a few minutes?"

"Talented means talent. Not only are novels written well, but poetry is also so good."

"I feel like Han Ye can publish a collection of poems."

“…………………”

Faced with everyone's praise, Han Yeshenghua was obviously very happy. He felt relieved in his heart, thinking that thanks to Su Xun, he gave him a chance to show off.

In fact, he had been thinking about this poem for two days, but he hadn't written it out, and it happened to be used today.

He said modestly on the surface: "Everyone has over-rewarded. Because it has been used for too short, the writing is not very good, and there is no time to modify it."

When everyone heard that he was so humble, they praised him again.

At this time, Han Yeshenghua looked at Su Xun, her eyes full of jokes, and said, "How about it, how about my poem?"

"It's so wet, you're so lewd."
Chapter completed!