Peerless War God in City

"You're a lousy loser who can only eat junk food on the street. Do you know what poetry is? How dare you laugh at me? Who gives you courage? You're a dead loser. Please apologize to me."

"Why, you write so rubbish, do not allow others to laugh?"

Haotian looks at the poplar and says it impolitely.

Originally, he also felt that it would be rude to laugh at such an occasion. Haotian is a man of principle. As long as the poplar tree is not excessive, Haotian will not care about it.

After all, in his eyes, poplar is just a mole ant.

But this guy, on the surface, looks elegant and elegant, with a gentlemanly style, but what he says is just like spraying excrement, which is disgusting to the ears.

What's more, it's his woman he's talking about.

This, Haotian naturally can't bear it!

"What do you say!"

The poplar heard the speech, originally some ferocious face, immediately raised a trace of incomparable anger, his eyes red at Haotian, as if to swallow him.

"Garbage?"

"Laozi is one of the top ten young people in Xingyi. Everyone knows that Lao Tzu's literary talent is brilliant. Moreover, I have won the championship in the national literature contest."

"Stinky loser, you dare to say that Laozi's poems are rubbish. Do you understand poems?"

"Just you?"

Haotian smelled the speech and bit off the last pancake in his hand. Then he looked at the poplar tree seriously and asked, "you should go through the back door."

Such rubbish literary talent can win the championship in national competitions. Haotian is really hard to believe.

He couldn't think of any reason other than the back door.

"You... You're nonsense. You're bloody. What's the back door? I'll tell you, you're slandering. Do you know?"

Poplar smell speech, suddenly become very excited, he pointed to Haotian, almost roaring roar way.

And Haotian, seeing this, shows a little smile. Needless to say, he already knows the answer.

When Yang Shu saw this, he was very angry, and his face became extremely gloomy. He looked at Haotian and said, "well, stinky loser, you are not laughing at Laozi, saying that my poems are rubbish. If you have the ability, you can compete with me!"

Yang Shu said this, is determined Haotian, dare not compare with him.

He didn't believe that a lousy loser, dressed in ordinary clothes and eating Street junk food, would write any poetry.

Who thinks.

Haotian's mouth slightly raised, showing a faint smile, even nodded and agreed: "yes!"

This poplar, it seems, is gentle and gentlemanly. What he says in his mouth is so incompetent. Haotian doesn't mind beating him in the face and teaching him how to be a man!

"Hum!"

"Loser, listen up!"

Yang Shu didn't expect Haotian to agree, but it was just in line with his heart. It happened to show his literary talent through Haotian.

Suddenly, the poplar arranged his clothes, put his hands on his back, shook his head, and paced in the hall, opening his mouth while walking.

He read the poem that he had prepared for a long time.

"Wow, good poetry, good poetry!"

"This love poem is really beautiful. I really want to be the heroine in the poem!"

"Yang Shao, really worthy of being the first of the top ten youth in Xingyi, this poem is so well written!"

"If only he could be a boyfriend!"