Chapter 477 Poetry Exchange Meeting (Part 2)

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[Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness is open to no one. It is already dusk to worry alone, and it is more windy and rainy. 】

When this sentence came out, everyone immediately shut their mouths. What the young man wrote was neither a plum in the official mansion nor a plum in a famous garden, but a "wild plum" growing in a remote suburb.

Compared with the plums in the garden written by Zhu Xingxing, the arrogance of wild plums in the cold is even more shocking.

The young man glanced at the person who had mocked her with his dark eyes, and wrote down——

[Unintentionally struggling for spring, one term of jealousy. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

"Bu Suanzi Yongmei"]

The young man smiled slightly, did not pause, and finished in one go, and the song "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" was completed.

Those who had ridiculed the boy just felt their faces flushed red from the beating.

This Nima is too slapped!

The young man directly said, "I don't want to fight hard for the spring, and I will be the envy of the others." In an instant, this group of top students from Tsinghua University felt ashamed.

Plum blossoms don't intend to fight for spring, if "Qunfang" has "jealous heart", let them be jealous "for a while"!

That's right, the young man had no intention of competing with them, but they are unforgiving. To put it bluntly, they are just jealous!

Especially the last sentence, "Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same", even if it has withered, been ground into soil, and turned into dust again, the plum blossoms still emit wisps of fragrance as usual.

"Haha, this face is slapped! I feel pain for them!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Labor and management only feel that their face hurts!"

"Haha, it's a good thing I didn't express my opinion just now! The boy is too vengeful!"

"It's more than just pain! This is scolding! Fuck me! Look at the use of this word! It has a meaning!"

"Nimma, the young man is scolding too hard! Look at what words are used here! Lingluo? Grinding? Fuck me! Didn't we just say a few words, did we go too far?"

"Don't you know words can kill?!"

"The male god is so pitiful, he didn't do anything, but he has been slandered all the time on the Internet and in his life now!"

"Idiot, the key to the male god is obviously the following sentence 'Only the fragrance remains the same', okay? The male god said that his original intention will not change, and will always be the same! Just relying on this sentence, 'Only the fragrance remains the same', the fan god will never leave him forever!"

"Never leave! Never leave! Never leave!"

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Zhu and his party looked at the poem and remained silent for a long time. He knew that he had lost, and the loss was terrible.

This is not a level game at all!

No wonder the teenager didn't bother to compare with him before.

This kind of impromptu poetry is given him another ten years and he may not be able to do it, and it is still a poem of this quality.

Shu Cheng...is she really that strong?

The young man didn't pay attention to everyone's comments, and didn't even look at the poem he just finished. He picked up another piece of paper, and the pen tip made a "swipe" sound on the paper.

"Does the boy still want to write?"

"No way?! Improvisation is so strong?"

"Damn it, I won't hang like this!"

Zhu Xingxing also had anticipation in his heart. He knew that he really lost, and he lost badly, but he still wanted to read the boy's next poem.

What will Shu Cheng write? How would you write it?

The same is about plums, how can a young man write something different?

Not only Zhu Xingxing, everyone's attention was focused on Shu Cheng, what would the boy write?

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