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"My giao, what's the situation?"
"Xiaoyao also writes poetry?"
"I don't know, doesn't he write web articles?"
"Happy counterattack! Counterattack!"
"Fight with Ya!!"
"Let the professor see that the writers of web articles are also literate!"
The crowd cheered.
Most of them are masters who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal.
Zhou Shuli also turned around incredulously, his eyes widened.
Xu Wenliang gritted his teeth, "This kid!"
Zhao Xiaoya cut back and forth, "Cut! What kind of broken poems did he read, whether he saw or didn't see"
"Do not talk!"
Zhou Shuli raised his hand to interrupt them, and listened quietly, his eyes flickering.
Luo Yun walked over and continued to read aloud:
"You love it, or you don't love it."
"Love is there."
"No increase, no decrease."
"You believe it, or you don't believe it."
"The people are there."
"Never leave, never abandon."
Luo Yun read the last sentence, pointed to the fans in line, and walked in front of Zhou Shuli.
The poems in his mouth are also becoming more and more formed, which shocked many people.
Matcha was stunned in place, never expecting that Luo Yun, a web writer, could also write poems.
"Read what I wrote."
"Or, get out of my sight."
"Silence, turn around."
"Silence, joy."
Finish.
Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded.
No one thought that a writer of online novels could also write such poems.
Regardless of whether it is connotative or not, just listen to it, does it sound like that?
Most importantly, Luo Yun responded to Zhou Shuli's "Sorrow", which was undoubtedly improvised.
"This guy is not only good at writing ancient poems, he is also good at modern poems"
Lin Xiyan was dumbfounded.
There was a slight throbbing in my heart.
Why didn't I realize that Luo Yun was so good before
"good!"
Zhou Shuli smiled and nodded, looking at Luo Yun excitedly, "What is this poem called?"
"To see, or not to see."
Luo Yun spat out four words.
"Okay, Ning Xiaoyao, you are really talented, no wonder you can write poems about celestial beings getting drunk and rubbing white clouds, okay, very good!"
Zhou Shuli was full of praise.
Luo Yun was also speechless, why did this old man suddenly change his mind, didn't he just mock him.
"Hmph, what a broken poem!"
"I just don't think it's very good, not one-tenth as good as our professor!"
Zhao Xiaoya sneered.
Matcha came up in time, "Most literati don't care about each other, it's okay if you think it's bad, we think it's good enough! Isn't it right, fans of Xianmozhi?"
"right!"
"That's right!"
"I think Xiaoyao's poem is better than this one written by some Peking University professor!"
"Not only is it good, it's also long!"
"Yes, Xiaoyao Thief Chief!"
The fans are all on Luo Yun's side.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Wenliang tugged on Zhou Shuli's sleeve, "Professor, they are too many, let's withdraw first"
"It's okay."
Zhou Shuli smiled and waved his hands, as if he didn't care about being slapped in the face.
He didn't speak to Luo Yunduo, and his expression gradually became dignified and solemn.
Luo Yun can feel that this old man is a person who has great respect for poetry and literature. To put it bluntly, he has faith, and to put it bluntly, he is stubborn.
"Storm!"
Zhou Shuli spit out the title of the poem and started the second round of competition.
"It's the professor's latest masterpiece, Wind and Rain!"
"The opening poem in the poetry anthology!"
"Professor is going to get serious!"
"I'm sure Ning Xiaoyao will be dumbfounded!"
Zhao Xiaoya, Xu Wenliang and other Peking University students all snorted and looked forward to it.
"I have seen the raging of the storm, the shore of memory."
"The wildly rolled branches smashed the sky."
"Rain without wings"
The professor chanted this song "Wind and Rain" affectionately, and his emotions became passionate and high-pitched with the coming of the storm in the poem!
Bursting with anger, blushing, and trembling beard!
Everyone at the scene trembled when they heard it.
This Professor Zhou is not only a poet, but also an excellent poet reciter.
at this time.
Outside the booth of the Xianmozhi signing event, several cosplayers from "Fighting Soul Continent" walked over chatting and smiling, and were quickly attracted by the crowd here.
"Huh?"
"What's going on over there?"
"A lot of people."
"Xianmozhi Isn't this the popular web article recently? Why are you still reading poems?"
"Sister Zhuqing, let's go and have a look."
"Um!"
Seven handsome men and beautiful women who played the role of "Shrek's Seven Monsters" squeezed into the crowd, and heard from the passers-by that there was a poetry competition here.
The one who is reciting is a professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University, well-known in the poetry circle.
"Internet writers fighting poetry with Peking University professors? Are you crazy?"
A handsome man playing the role of the evil-eyed white tiger Dai Mubai, wearing a golden wig, almost laughed out loud.
"A professor is a professor. This poetry recitation made my skin crawl."
The fat man with red hair who played Ma Hongjun shivered on purpose.
"What's so interesting about poetry recitation, Zhuqing, let's go."
Xiao Wu, who was wearing a scorpion braid wig, said to Zhu Zhuqing who was wearing a tight black leather jacket.
"Wait a moment."
Zhu Zhuqing seemed a little interested.
Because she also read "The Legend of Immortals and Demons" recently, and thought the novel was very well written.
The other six people surrounded her, the ghostly civet, as if she was the main character.
Interestingly, the girl playing Zhu Zhuqing's real name is also Zhu Zhuqing.
The personality is also similar to the anime characters, with few words and cold temperament.
The most amazing thing is that the figure is not inferior to the original character, hot and exciting, and the soul is seductive, making Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun and Oscar salivate and swallow non-stop.
at this time.
Zhou Shuli's long poem is also coming to an end:
"About the storm, it's about going its own way."
"My heart beats only for the scenery in my heart."
"A piece of good news, far brighter than the sun!"
After speaking, applause began.
Xu Wenliang was the first to shout, "Okay, great poem!"
Zhao Xiaoya was the second, "The professor is great!"
"Counterattack!"
"Counterattack, Happy!"
"Let's have a song from Xiaoyao!!"
"Let's have a song from Xiaoyao!!"
"Let's have a song from Xiaoyao!!"
The atmosphere at the scene was unprecedentedly hot.
During Zhou Shu's concept poem, the number of people soared to more than 300, and the booth was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.
Luo Yun lowered his head, as if thinking.
"Ning Xiaoyao, are you okay"
Matcha looked at him worriedly and patted him on the back.
"Hehe, little brother, I wrote this poem for a week, and then carefully crafted it for a month. You don't have to bet on my title, just read your best poem."
Zhou Shuli's attitude softened.
Because he recognized Luo Yun's talent.
"Zhuqing, let's go, this Ning Xiaoyao must have lost his temper." The girl who played Ning Rongrong didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Hey, what kind of poems can a writer of online novels write." Tang San shook his head, "Isn't this funny?"
"Let's go."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled slightly.
As soon as she turned around, she heard Luo Yun's voice¡ª(Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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