Chapter 162: Fighting Poems

"Did you write this... this poem?"

Bian Shui's mind went blank, and he managed to straighten his tongue.

Looking at Su Qiubai next to him, he felt like he was struck by thunder.

This... chef wrote a special poem?

Are you kidding me?

"Yes, didn't you read it before?"

Su Qiubai looked calm. After answering Bian Shui, he glanced at the electronic screen, then looked at Bian Shui again and asked, "Is the special poem really amazing?"

After swallowing his saliva, Bian Shui's mood that had just calmed down started to stir again.

"Amazing? That's amazing! I...raise my hand first! Tell them quickly that you wrote it!"

Halfway through his words, he clearly shouted for Su Qiubai to raise his hand, but Bian Shui jumped up.

"Here! Look here! Look here, camera!"

Then, Su Qiubai didn't say anything. Bian Shui was already waving his hands at the huge camera. For a moment, everyone in the audience looked over.

"Is that Master Bianshui? Did he write it?"

"It's not him. I saw his grades before, third class!"

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Amid everyone's commotion, the camera finally panned to Bianshui.

But soon, some captains from the same medium-sized cities next to him began to sneer.

Originally, because the game was held in Temple City, the teams from other cities were very unconvinced, so they were always waiting to see the jokes in Temple City.

Now that he saw Bian Shui standing up, he naturally started to mock him.

"What? You wouldn't be so shameless and say you wrote this poem, would you?"

"I think it's very possible. After all, Temple City can do anything now."

"hehe……"

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Listening to these words in his ears, if it was normal, Bian Shui would have cursed angrily.

But now, he showed a very mysterious smile, and then looked at the representative teams from other cities in front of the camera.

"I didn't say I wrote it."

After saying this, these teams felt that he had given up, so they laughed.

"Haha, how could someone who can write special poetry stay in a place like Temple City!"

"That's right, Bian Shui, are you deliberately trying to embarrass yourself?"

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Following the camera, these words also reached the ears of everyone present.

Bian Liangji, who was sitting on the stage, looked very ugly. He couldn't figure out what his nephew was doing.

Can't you just sit down there quietly? You must run out at this time and be embarrassed.

Although the city lords of other cities nearby did not speak, they looked at Bian Liangji with a somewhat suppressed smile, obviously watching his jokes.

As a result, at this moment, the conversation suddenly changed.

"I said it wasn't written by me, but I didn't say it wasn't written by our Temple City players."

When these words were spoken, many people choked on their prepared sarcasm.

what's the situation?

"Do you mean this poem was really written by you in Temple City?"

"Bian Shui, are you crazy?"

"That's right! Can I have some face?"

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Suddenly, the super wind sound that was many times crazier than before began to sound, making Bian Liangji's face turn pale.

What the hell is going on?

Bian Shui below was still very calm, but slowly let the camera turn to his side.

"See, this poem was written by him. Our team from Temple City... By the way, what's your name?"

The emotion had reached its peak and it looked like it was about to explode, but the next second the water suddenly got stuck, and then he looked back at the old driver sheepishly and asked.

This question immediately made everyone including Su Qiubai feel a little embarrassed.

Waving his hands helplessly, the old driver said softly, "My name is Su Qiubai."

"Yes! This special poem was written by Su Qiubai! We are from Temple City! Haha..."

He shouted these words out loud in excitement, and then the whole audience was stunned!

Who would have thought that a special poem would actually come from a team member from a medium-sized city!

In that corner, Xiaoqing clapped her hands happily.

"Haha, it's my brother!"

As she spoke, she looked at Liu Kun who was a little dull next to her.

There was no way, Liu Kun was really dumbfounded!

He used to think that Su Qiubai was a cook. When he heard that he was going to participate in the elite selection, he thought that this kid was crazy. But now... a special poem!

When Xuan Tianyang in another area heard this voice and saw Su Qiubai's face on the screen, he felt like he was about to collapse.

It's him again! It's that damn bastard again!

It seemed that as soon as he saw Su Qiubai, Xuan Tianyang's ears rang with that short but too long sentence.

On the high platform on the other side, Bian Liangji was speechless in surprise. He never thought that Su Qiubai would have such ability!

But soon... cheers swept the audience!

Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you!

These two lines of poetry are definitely not something that ordinary people can write. The heroic and aspirational words in them can be felt by everyone who reads them!

Good poetry is like a spring sun, with the power to melt all ice.

So the cheers at this moment are not just for Su Qiubai, but also for this poem.

But following this voice, Xuan Tianyang suddenly stood up and quickly grabbed the microphone next to him.

"I object, he is cheating!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked!

You know, in this kind of competition, the system is the most fair referee.

Almost no one can hide from the system and cheat, but again... once cheating is confirmed, the corresponding penalties are also quite terrifying!

Therefore, his eyes were almost divided into two parts, one part looked at Xuan Tianyang, and the other part looked at Su Qiubai.

Situ Xing and Li Tianci on the stage looked at each other and fell silent after realizing that Kong Yue and Meng Lin were silent.

It was obvious that these two envoys from the other side of the Black Sea were happy to see things develop in this way.

That's why they made such a choice.

When Su Qiubai heard what Xuan Tianyang said, Bian Shui became anxious.

He didn't recognize Su Qiubai's ability before and was worried that this kid would embarrass Temple City.

But it's different now. He has proven himself.

A special poem! That is a special poem!

No matter what, you can't be a coward even if you are the captain!

"Fuck you, what evidence do you have to prove that Su Qiubai cheated? Can you show some face? Are all the geniuses on the other side of the sea like you?"

The boy Bianshui was really cruel in what he said, and he had no intention of saving face for Xuan Tianyang.

After saying this, the whole place became silent. Everyone expected that Bian Shui would be so bold. Even Su Qiubai was a little surprised.

You know, if he said such words, he would offend everyone on the other side of the Black Sea, and even the messenger would probably be angry.

Sure enough, Kong Yue and Meng Lin both had angry looks on their faces, and all the Wuhai geniuses, including Xuan Tianyang, glared at Bian Shui.

Bian Liangji's face looked a little embarrassed. His nephew had always looked like this, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Haha, are you still unwilling to admit cheating?"

Xuan Tianyang quickly restrained his anger and said with a sneer.

"Where's the evidence! Show me the evidence!"

Still showing no intention of giving in, Bian Shui blocked Su Qiubai behind him.

"Evidence? Do you need evidence for this kind of thing? Think about it, how many special poems are there in the entire Black Wind Port? Those great writers and poets may not be able to produce poems of this level in the competition. He alone A young man with no experience can say this kind of poetry casually? Are you kidding me? Do you really think everyone is stupid?"

Xuan Tianyang's words were extremely vicious. Many people who had not thought about it at first became hesitant.

Look at that poem, and then look at the ordinary Su Qiubai.

He also muttered that something didn't feel right, and it seemed that what Xuan Tianyang said made sense.

A special poem...it can't be that simple!

With the sudden silence in the audience, Bian Shui became even more anxious.

His idea is very simple. Su Qiubai is a member of their team at the moment, so he must not be bullied!

But just when he was about to open his mouth again, Su Qiubai's soft voice sounded from the side.

"Leave it to me...thank you."

After saying this, the old driver took a step forward, looked at the camera and said loudly.

"You don't believe it, do you? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Su Qiubai felt really calm.

Since there is nothing wrong with this song "Farewell Dong Da", then those poems that have been passed down through the ages in China can also be said.

It is said that there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and the veteran driver's self-confidence at this moment is simply overwhelming.

After Xuan Tianyang heard this, he sneered.

"Okay! If you have the guts, compete with me in poetry!"