I Will Be A Scumbag From Now On

“Isn’t he sick!”

Xiao Xinyue murmured.

“I’m sick, I know I’m going up for humiliation, this bastard will go up.”

Xiao Runing shook his head helplessly.

Although he is a Chinese, but when the time comes, making some weird things can make others laugh to death.

“What if…Is it hidden?”

Xiao Xinyue muttered.

Xiao Runing: “…”

“Hidden? When in Heavenly Flower City, this guy didn’t even bother to go to Heavenly Martial Institute, you said he still went to learn Knowledge?”

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

The iron is over!

But…

With her knowledge of Lin Xuan, he is very smart, how could he embarrass himself? How could you not know the thoughts of those two people? Since I know why he will be fully going towards the mountain although knowing that it has tigers?

This may be something to look forward to.

Su Zhiming and Qin Ming saw that Lin Xuan had taken the bait, and they were really happy.

“Little Xuan, just play around if you can’t do it!”

Xiao Zun said to Lin Xuan, his voice was deliberately louder, so that everyone else could listen. I arrived, just to protect Lin Xuan, because he knew Lin Xuan was a Chinese, and he must have no accomplishments in poetry and prose. Since the dozens of youngsters who have chosen to participate here, they are all gifted and talented women, Lin Xuan is impossible and their mention on equal terms, so to put it this way, it is not shameful to say that he played that’s all when the time comes and loses.

“I know Uncle.”

Lin Xuan nodded.

“Hehe, youngster is so courageous, I hope you can show us an unexpected scene!”

Laughed said Lan Lanhai.

“I dare not dare, I’m just for fun, I don’t know how to write poems and lyrics, but when the time comes, I hope you don’t mind.”

Lin Xuan gave a hug Fist said.

Su Zhiming walked over to patted Lin Xuan’s shoulder and said: “Every elder present is very easy-going, don’t worry! And don’t be humble anymore.”

Lin Xuan laughed, nodded, and didn’t say anything.

“Then the poem meeting will begin if this is the case. In this poem meeting, if there are brilliant poems, then I will consider putting your excellent poems into the textbook!”

When they heard the words of Lantianhai, they all showed shocked expressions.

In the textbook just now? Isn’t this spread through the ages? Even if it doesn’t reach it, it will be a short time. In a short year, everyone will know your poem, wow! What a big face that is!

“Of course, since it is included in the textbook, it must show that this poem is extremely extraordinary, and it must not be a general work, but I think with your talents, this time definitely I can also make a song!”

Lantian Haidao.

“Okay, let’s start composing a poem now. The prescribed word for you is homesickness! Twenty minutes should be enough for you talented and talented women to write a poem, so let’s start now, you can Walk around the whole venue, meditate, and other people can also talk to each other, eat some food and wait for the children’s results! But please don’t disturb them!”

Improvise poems, it must be The subject matter is different every time, every year. If there is no subject matter, then those people can already write poems a long time in advance, and they can even ask other people to help on their behalf. Is this still called improvisation? Naturally not!

“Young Master Lin, come on! This young master really hopes to have a showdown with your poems!”

Su Zhimingpatted Lin Xuan laughed on the shoulder.

“Yes, I will!”

Then Su Zhiming sneered, took the paper and pen and walked away, to meditate on the poems!

Will it?

Are you worthy?

You will be able to hear what a ridiculous poem from your mouth in a moment!

Lin Xuan bit the pen. I don’t know how long he hasn’t touched the pen. Originally, Lin Xuan’s writing is ugly. Now he hasn’t written for so long, it is really the same as a dog crawling.

Xiao Runing looked at Lin Xuan while biting his pen in thought and couldn’t help but worry!

Poems on homesickness should belong to the masses. Relatively speaking, it is not too difficult to write, especially a few sentences can be different, but for Lin Xuan…

Especially looking at his frowning brows, it feels like he is super difficult.

Yes, Lin Xuan is really difficult!

The poetry that I learned the most in Earth before is homesickness, right? Which one should I copy?

“Old Xiao, how is your grandson-in-law accomplished in poetry?”

Lan Lanhai asked from the seat of the judges Xiao Qingcheng next to it.

“To be honest, I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be comparable to those present. After all, China has never advocated this aspect, and its accomplishments in this aspect are naturally inferior to Bing Country.”

Xiao Qingcheng said this to give Lin Xuan face, let others at first feel that Lin Xuan does not have much attainments, and will not hold much expectation, so even if his poetry is not Okay, I have that kind of forgivable view of him.

“It’s just that I think since he has participated, there will always be something.”

Lan Lanhai also said this to Xiao Qingcheng’s face.

As time passed slowly, Su Zhiming and some others had done it in ten minutes, and then Su Zhiming walked to Lin Xuan’s side and took a look.

It’s still blank!

He couldn’t help but smile contemptuously.

Sure enough, simply not!

“Young Master Lin is still thinking about it?”

Su Zhiming said.

“Well, it’s almost there!”

“Then I won’t bother!”

Su Zhiming then smiled and walked away!

At the same time, Lin Xuan also started writing, and the ugly and deadly character was written on the paper.

After a few seconds, Lin Xuan’s movements stopped again, and Xiao Runing, who had been following Lin Xuan not far away, reminded him.

There is no time, why did you stop again?

Lin Xuan lifts the head looked towards Xiao Runing this time.

“That…Ning Ning, how do you write Mei who can’t be mei at night?”

Everyone: “…”

Xiao Runing: “…”

The corners of Xiao Zun and the others’ mouths twitched.

Really, a sentence of Lin Xuan made many people laugh. If you can’t write poems, you can’t write words?

It’s really affirmed that he doesn’t know poetry at all. A person who will not write ligatures, can he write poetry?

Xiao Runing then walked over, took Lin Xuan’s paper and pen, and helped him write the character. When she saw Lin Xuan’s dog crawling, she almost cried. Up!

Little brother, you are going to be laughed at like this! Do you want to participate because of Mao?

Xiao Runing is really helpless thinking.

Lin Xuan then looked towards Lantianhai, and said: “Blue Uncle, should it be okay for Ning Ning to write a word?”

“Of course it’s okay!”

said Lantianhai.

Lin Xuan nodded, and added the following sentence.

“Okay, time is up! Now everyone be quiet, dear friends, read your poems one by one in order, and we will give you some assessments of your poems!” said Lantianhai.