Rebirth of the giants: the devil son, pull the sky

Chapter 45 Crazy Book Friends This chapter is written for you!

In the last three seconds of the countdown, the Chinese character stopped at "Autumn"

Seeing this, the audience and the host all laughed, and the host took the microphone: "Autumn is one of the four seasons, a season between summer and winter; in our country, the four seasons are divided according to the lunar calendar. Lidong ends the period in between." At the same time, they looked at Mo Jiuyou.

"Start"

With an order, the man looked at Mo Jiuyou with disdain, and cast a contemptuous look:

"The ancient platform shakes behind, and autumn enters the heart of Wangxiang."

Mo Jiuyou: Isn't this person sick?

Oh, too confident is not good!
It's better to slap this face.

"Gui Po was born with a slight autumn dew, and Qing Luo is already thin and hasn't changed his clothes." He didn't even look at the man, and said directly:
"The autumn wind blows endlessly, and it is always a love affair."

Now the man is angry, so uneducated.

"The citrus pomelo is cold in the population, and the old sycamore tree is in the autumn colors."

"..."

People who are far away in class D:
"Damn, who is this person, dare to look at our male god like that?"

"Made, the Internet is human flesh..."

"Smelly shameless, these eyes should be dug out..."

"Cut, look down on me so much, and don't weigh Mo Jiuyou's identity."

"That's right, she came here as a special recruit."

"Yeah, he is not only a special recruit, but also No.1 in this exam. What is the concept of a perfect score?"

"That's right, that's right, this composition is full of marks, which shows how extensive Chinese language knowledge Mo Jiuyou has."

"..."

Foreign fans online:
"Wow, although I don't understand it, this Weibo software is a little-smart, so powerful!"

"Yes, yes, I am a Chinese, and I have heard the rules of the Poetry Conference, but there is no software for live broadcasting on Weibo?"

"Wow, it can be said that this software is amazing."

"It should be that the son is amazing"

"But to be honest, that man should dig out his eyes. Look at the eyes that despise our young master. I really feel that death is not a pity!"

"Upstairs +1"

"We just need to quietly watch the man being slapped in the face."

"I can see the young master slapping his face again, oh~ I'm so excited!"

"..."

"Sorrow arises from dusk, and happiness arises from autumn."

At this time, the man obviously felt a little strenuous, and responded to the 10-second countdown:

"Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, Qingluo small fan fluttering fireflies."

On the contrary, Mo Jiuyou still had the same expression as before. The audience didn't know whether Mo Jiuyou was pretending or too confident.

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

At this moment, the man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his expression gradually collapsed. He could no longer see the feeling of being proud before the game.

"I lost!"

At this time, the audience and the hundred members stood up, applauding and cheering for the two of them.

Because this match lasted a full 20 minutes, both of them said no less than a hundred sentences about the poems, which was really exciting!

Mo Jiuyou looked at the man: "I've accepted it!"

At this moment, the man realized that he was too proud. It seemed that the boy in front of him was really amazing!

"Humbled!"

(End of this chapter)