At the beginning, the school flower confession was rejected

Chapter 143 Contemporary Poet Immortal!

"Write it all out, true or false?"

"Bragging, I haven't heard a single line of these poems. Could it be that he created them himself?"

"The devil would believe it. He said so many sentences in one breath. I really don't believe he can write them all."

When they heard that Wang Mu was going to write all the complete poems, everyone couldn't believe it. After all, there were so many poems just now, but none of them had seen them before. They really wanted to see these poems.

"Since you say that, let's see where these lines of yours come from!"

Jiang Yuehan also smiled contemptuously. He wants to see how capable this guy is. As far as these poems are concerned, they are naturally good sentences.

But if the poem written by Wang Mu doesn't match these sentences, then he can use it to suppress this young man.

After all, an unknown person wants to easily win the leader of Tianhai Chinese University. If this is said, Tianhai Chinese University will lose face in the future, and where will he, the great poet in the sea, face in the future?
"Since this classmate agrees with my suggestion, then I will make a fool of myself."

Then he calmly walked to the table just now, picked up the writing brush on the table, and began to write poems in a fluttering manner.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Mucai calmly put down the pen in his hand, and then calmly returned to the stage.

"He finished writing so soon?"

"I suspect he just wrote it blindly, otherwise, how could anyone write so many poems so quickly!"

"That's right, I also suspect that how long has he been writing it, how could he write it, and he didn't give up halfway, right?"

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone really wrote it out?"

"Don't worry, if he writes it out, I will fail the exam!"

For a moment, everyone in the audience was also surprised when they saw Wang Mu's unrestrained figure leaving the table.

"Since Mr. Wang has completed the creation, why don't we judge together whether the assessment of the Flying Flower Token counts!"

Liu Muchun also nodded to Wang Mu, then picked up the microphone and announced.

Afterwards, the camera also began to move to the table where Wang Mu had just written the poem.

A very ornamental calligraphy work also appeared on the big screen.

"Flowers near high-rise buildings hurt the hearts of customers, and it is difficult for thousands of people to climb here.

The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to the world, and the floating clouds on the jade base change from ancient to modern.

The North Pole court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other.

The poor Empress returned to the ancestral temple, chatting with Liang Fu at dusk.

This poem is really a swan song!Incredible! "

When the poem appeared on the big screen, the editor-in-chief of Huaxia Poetry Magazine, one of the three judges, stood up in surprise and shouted!
"Wow! It's really not fooling people!"

"What the hell, does this poem really exist? Kneel down!"

"My goodness, there are so many poems in one breath, and each seems better than the other!"

"It's simply too horrible. In my life, if I can write one of these songs, I will be satisfied!"

"I instantly felt that my studies were in vain, and this is too incredible!"

When Wang Mu's poems appeared on the big screen, both the judges and the guests paid attention, because the literary value, creative techniques, and even the feelings of these poems were too ingenious.

Even many masters in the field of poetry who were present shook their heads secretly. They have never written such a poem in their entire lives.

"My friends, I want to say one more thing. I hope you won't be shocked. The two poems published in our overseas poetry magazine a while ago were also written by this Mr. Wang."

When everyone was amazed, Liu Muchun also spoke again.

"What? You said that both "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" were created by him?"

"This is an evildoer! How old is he, and he can write a work that has caused a sensation in the entire poetry world!"

"It's simply unbelievable. I thought that such an ancient masterpiece as "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" must have been written by a respected old gentleman, but I didn't expect it to be such a young niche."

Many great poets at the guest table also began to whisper to each other, talking a lot, in addition to shock or shock in their words.

Because they never imagined that such a young boy would create poems that attracted the attention of the entire Xia Kingdom literary world.

Last month, after Liu Muchun published Wang Mu's two poems in overseas poetry magazines, in less than half a month, the sales volume of overseas poetry magazines exceeded nearly one million copies.

You know, as a literary publication, overseas poetry journals used to sell at most tens of thousands of copies, but now because of Wang Mu's two poems, overseas poetry magazines have directly impacted and become international popular publications.

This kind of influence can be imagined, and it is precisely because of this that "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and "Quiet Night Thoughts" also quickly swept the literary world across the country and became well-known masterpieces through the ages.

"Mr. Wang, Huaxia Poetry Journal sincerely invites you to be our column poet, and we will publish a personal collection of poems for you."

At this moment, the editor-in-chief of Huaxia Poetry just now also stood up and looked at Wang Mu and said.

"Old Qin, you are being unkind. Now that we are the judges, how can we do such a thing!"

At this time, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house on the side also smiled and said to the editor-in-chief of Huaxia Poetry Magazine beside him.

"What happened to the judges? I am now inviting Mr. Wang as the editor-in-chief of Huaxia Poetry Journal, not as the editor-in-chief."
The editor-in-chief of Huaxia Poetry Magazine didn't care about the occasion at all, and said directly.

"Sorry, I don't have the mind to write a collection of poems right now."

Wang Mu pinched his nose and replied with a smile.

He really doesn't have any idea of ​​publishing a collection of poems now, all he wants is to quickly set up Xiying Studio, and he doesn't care about these false names.

"Old Qin, let's talk about this kind of thing in private after the poetry meeting is over."

"Mr. Jiang, I wonder if you are still dissatisfied?"

Liu Muchun didn't forget about Jiang Yuehan, but when he asked Jiang Yuehan, he realized that this guy had slipped away at some point.

"Where's Jiang Yuehan?"

"I don't know, wasn't it still on the top just now?"

"Hahaha, I must have a guilty conscience and ran away secretly!"

"What an embarrassment to our school!"

"Come on, he lost his face a long time ago, do you remember what happened last year?"

Seeing that Jiang Yuehan had disappeared from the stage at this moment, everyone in the audience also mocked.

After all, they originally thought that Jiang Yuehan would earn some face for the school, but they didn't expect that this wave of operations directly lost all face.

At this moment, in the bathroom of the library, Jiang Yuehan was panting heavily in front of the sink, looking at the mirror in front of him, and punched it heavily.

(End of this chapter)