"Brother Haoran, seeing you wielding ink like a sprinkle, light and a little silence, but not losing its charm, I am afraid that I will make the first decision this year?"

"No, I just saw this proposition a little gained. I happened to be full of inspiration and I was not the first to be the first. Instead, I think Brother Mingxin danced his sleeves and looked extremely elegant. I was probably a bit of a trick, but he was confident, right?"

"Haha! I was just lucky to get something slightly, but this year's Ouyang Hua is also aggressive, and it must be absolutely not simple!"

"Ouyang Hua? I was lucky enough to get the first place a few days ago. This year, I will not let him do it!"

"Brother Murong is so confident?"

"I have been hard at poetry and writing hard, and I have achieved success this year, so this year, I must be my first prize! No one can take it away! Everyone, I will give in, I will give in!"

"Haha! Brother Murong is so confident! Our talented men must take Brother Murong as an example."

"But, I feel a little flawed in this year's talent. For example, look at the brother in the corner. The brother in the hand is not professional in holding a brush, and he has no rules when writing, which is definitely not an orthodox way. I guess what I wrote is not as good as a bullshit, and it is just a mess!"

"Haha, look at the clothes that are not as literati-like as a literati. I am afraid that they are really a genius who comes in through connections and channels. What do we think of him...? He is not from the same world as us, and I guess he will not be able to have him next year's poetry and books."

"Yes, what do we care about people like this?"

After handing over the works, Murong He, Xu Haoran, and Liu Mingxin, these young men, all gathered together to praise each other and praised each other. Then, as they chatted, they looked at Chu Qing, and looked at Chu Qing with a condescending and arrogant attitude.

Chu Qing naturally felt that there were several gazes looking at him and whispering.

He heard the four words "simple" and "simple" numbers.

His face doesn't blush and his heart doesn't beat.

He didn't care at all, and he was very calm.

What's wrong with me just filling in the numbers? I'm here to bite me!

However, I was not so calm when writing.

At this moment, Chu Qing felt that it was not appropriate to hold the brush, and even felt that there was something wrong with his hand no matter how he held it.

In the end he gave up.

Fuck it!

Why don’t I bring a system here when I travel through time?

If there is a system, I will immediately fill up my calligraphy skills, and like a master, I will write it casually and make it a classic, and write it casually and make it worth a thousand gold. I will make these old men worship it and call it a master, but now...

I can't afford to pretend this!

He is about to cry.

Chu Qing looked at the line of crooked words he wrote, and suddenly felt something...

After writing the complete poem, Chu Qing hesitated.

Forget it, I'd better not hand it over. If I hand it over, I will definitely be embarrassed.

If you don’t make friends, you can at least be purified. After all, no one says you are not?

After watching the talented men who had handed in poetry and books around him walking down with their heads raised their chests, Chu Qing shook his head and made a decision.

He planned to throw this thing into the trash can and would not hand it over.

"There are three minutes left. Now, I have received thirty-one poems here, and the last one is still missing."

"Since ancient times, all Chinese literati must have a brave heart. If we dare not even submit a small poem, it would be too bad for the literati..." On the stage, Old Man Liu looked around and finally his eyes fell on Chu Qing, who had completely given up in the corner.

The title of a literati?

Did anyone not hand over?

Don’t even have the courage to join poetry? Who?

As Old Man Liu's gaze was solemn and seemed to have some point in his words, everyone immediately followed his eyes...

Then, they saw Chu Qing.

Chu Qing felt the atmosphere in the entire venue was very strange, and he was about to rub a hand that was thrown away and stopped.

Then he looked up and saw all kinds of weird gazes.

He became the focus of everyone's attention.

Damn it!

Whatever the situation depends on me? Is it the only one among these people that I have not handed in poetry? It’s impossible, why is this old man so powerful?

Many thoughts appeared in Chu Qing's mind.

"He? Hehe, look at his dress and dress, he is a newcomer!"

"Yes, he is a newcomer and does not have the temperament that we literati should have."

"Who brought this person?"

"Yes, it looks stupid..."

"He probably couldn't write it out, so he planned to give up."

"I think so, but you can't even write a poem. What are you doing here? Is it embarrassing to see?"

"Hey, when will our poetry and book club let idle people come in?"

"yes!"

At this time, discussions sounded...

After feeling the atmosphere downstairs was wrong, Liu Feifei and Wanyue on the second floor turned their heads, and then saw Chu Qing standing in the corner, holding a piece of paper, which seemed quite awkward.

"Huh? What is he here to do!"

"Qingzi? I'm right, why did Qingzi get into this place?"

"Don't he know that this place is not an entertainment industry or a music industry? This is a holy place for literati. Wouldn't he feel uncomfortable when he comes here?"

"No, I have to go and help Qingzi, otherwise Qingzi will be criticized."

"Don't be busy, take a look first. I saw that he also wrote poems on paper, but he just looked like he didn't want to hand over it."

"Why? Even if you write it very badly, you have to hand it in. If you hand it in, it is a kind of courage for grandpa and the others. If you write it or not, it is a kind of retreat. Grandpa looks down on such people the most."

"Look first."

"Um."

Liu Feifei stared at Chu Qing.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoyu also looked at Chu Qing.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew that her calligraphy in Qing Ge was really rubbish, and maybe Qing Ge really couldn't write anything now. After all, inspiration is not always available, and classics are not available every time.

She roughly knew that Brother Qing might be afraid of being embarrassed.

At this time, she began to regret it.

Before I came, why didn’t I teach Brother Qing’s calligraphy first, and talk to Brother Qing’s rules, now...

this……

Isn’t this putting Brother Qing in a dilemma?

I really deserve it!

Just when Jiang Xiaoyu regretted it, Chu Qing below stood up speechlessly.

He was not very used to so many messy eyes, and he felt that if he dared to crumple what he wrote into a ball and throw it into the wastebasket, he would probably be killed by these people's eyes.

What can he do?

He was very desperate.

Moreover, what does this kind of person mean when he looks at him with a coward?

How can this be done?

Dry!

In the end, he had to stand up with his teeth and walk up speechlessly with the poem he wrote.

"Young man, if you are talented, you shouldn't hide it. If you hide it, you will... Hum?" Old Man Liu seemed to know Chu Qing, smiled, took Chu Qing's paper, and took a look.

When he saw this, his smile froze.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Old Man Jiang as if he had seen a ghost.

Old Man Jiang immediately looked away and pretended not to contact Old Man Liu.

Old Man Liu took a deep breath.

What is this? This word is so bad that it makes people vomit blood...

It's so sexy, it's absolutely a hot eye.

Old Man Liu simply wanted to tear off these four lines of words.

Perhaps Chu Qing knew that the thing he wrote was really embarrassing. After handing over the paper, Erhu returned to the seat in the corner without saying it, with a little embarrassed look on his eyes.

Fortunately, since I handed over this thing, everyone's eyes have been much less attentive to me.
To be continued...