Horror Recovery: Madam, Please Respect My Profession Chapter 270

Third Young Master Song's eyes were more on Su Bai.

He didn't believe it, what good poems could Su Bai come up with!

Finally, the zombie boys finished their poems, and then the zombie ladies wrote poems respectively.

this time.

Before Third Young Master Song could speak, Nangong Wan'er spoke after the other zombie ladies finished their poems:

"After the redness is gone, the fragrance begins to bloom, and the good name is called the king of flowers. Compete for the unparalleled beauty in the world, and the first fragrance in the independent world!"

"it is good!"

As soon as Nangong Wan'er's words fell, a large number of zombie sons called out.

These guys were severely suppressed by the third son of Song at the previous poetry conferences. Now it is hard for someone to suppress the third son of Song, and they all follow suit.

Of course, Nangong Wan'er's poems are also really good.

Otherwise, no matter how much they praise it, it will be useless.

The other zombie ladies also called out hello.

The third son of Song's expression began to look bad again.

This poem by Nangong Wan'er is actually so good!

Some zombies have subconsciously looked at Su Bai.

"This is also a poem given to me by Mr. Su."

Nangong Wan'er said.

The other zombies are already familiar with it.

"Mr. Su is really a genius!"

Miss Zombie, who was the first to fight for Su Bai before, couldn't help but praise.

For the other zombie ladies, let me say what you said.

Even the poems of the third son of Song Dynasty have not been written yet, and no one remembers them.

"This time, Mr. Su's poem is undoubtedly the best poem. I will vote for Mr. Su."

Miss zombies are ready to vote.

Third Young Master Song looked at Su Bai who was surrounded in the middle, and felt so depressed again that he was about to explode!

The sorrows and joys of people are not connected, the current Mr. Song only thinks that they are a little too noisy~

"Young Master Song hasn't written any poems yet~"

Finally someone remembered Song Sangongzi.

"Song San Gongzi, hurry up and write a poem, so we can vote~"

A zombie lady said.

Song Sangong put on a straight face and read out his poem.

He still looks forward to the reaction after his poem is read out.

"Okay, now you can vote for Mr. Su."

The zombie lady hurriedly said after he finished reading.

The third son of the Song Dynasty suddenly became anxious!

Almost vomited blood!

Unsurprisingly, the top poet of this level became Su Bai again.

The other players were a little dumbfounded, and they didn't know where Su Bai got so many beautiful poems.

There is none in the main world.

Similarly, these players don't know what Su Bai wants to do, this is the rhythm that will drive the third son of Song to death!

The fourth floor has arrived.

Once at this level, Song Sangong decided to strike first.

"This kind of bean, that is, red bean, I loved to eat it when I was young. It's a pity that 417 can't eat it now, but it doesn't hinder my nostalgia for it."

The third son of Song touched the red beans in a dustpan.

"Some human beings like to use red beans to express lovesickness, and the same is true for my poems today."

After speaking, he groaned.

"Linglong Red Bean is unbearable, and I don't know if I miss you so much"

While reciting poems, he looked at Situ Mingyue with affectionate eyes.

It seems that this poem was written for Situ Mingyue, as if to express his heart to Situ Mingyue.

"What an apprentice!"

Nangong Wan'er has completely seen the true face of Song Sangongzi.

"Good poetry!"

As soon as the third son of Song finished singing, several zombie sons cheered.

Some zombie girls were there to disdain them, and they could tell that the third son Song was trying to flirt with Situ Mingyue again this time.

"Song Gongzi's poem is really good, it seems to give life to mere red beans"

A zombie boy commented there.

The third son of Song Dynasty had a bright face.

Finally found a round.

"Since Mr. Song was the first to write a poem, then the little girl should also present her poems first."

At this time, Nangong Wan'er spoke.

In the heart of the third son of Song Dynasty, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

Nangong Wan'er faintly recited her own poem.

"it is good!"

Not long after her voice fell, many zombie boys and ladies all shouted at the same time!

This poem is indeed better.

"Compared to Mr. Song's poems, Miss Nangong's poems are more subtle, there is not a single word redundant, and they are easy to read. They seem simple, but they are actually superior."

A zombie lady commented.

"After listening to Ms. Nangong's poems, my poems are no longer available. I suggest that the poetry champions of this level should directly choose Ms. Nangong's poems."

"Such a beautiful poem is probably written by Mr. Su~"

"That's for sure, Mr. Su is really talented~"

""

The other zombie girls also spoke one after another.

Although the face of the third young master of the Song family was extremely stiff, it was as if he could see the expression at this moment.

His face became extremely ugly.

His heart felt extremely uncomfortable, and he was going to be blown up!

What a day, his limelight was completely robbed by Su Bai!

Among the zombie ladies present, no one paid attention to him at all.

His poems, in front of Su Bai's poems, are completely like pediatrics, even Situ Mingyue didn't even look at him again!

How does this make him angry!

"Damn it!"

However, there are so many people here, no matter how angry he is, he can't openly do anything to Su Bai, he can only be incompetent and furious there, and he is about to suffocate internal injuries!

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"The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk~"

Upstairs in Yunxi, Nangong Wan'er's voice sounded.

"Okay~"

"This poem is so close to this situation, the description of the sunset makes our eyes shine~"

"Yeah, after becoming zombies, we can rarely enjoy the sunset like now. Although we have endless lifespan now, I still miss the time when I was basking in the sun with my mother~"

""

Immediately, there was a sound of applause.

Many zombie boys and girls are applauding this poem.

At this time, on the west side of Yunxi Tower, you can see the setting sun.

As a zombie, when the sun shines, it becomes very rare.

Zombieland, where zombies live, is a gloomy place.

Generally, only when the sun rises in the east or the sun sets in the west, zombies can enjoy the beautiful scenery of sunrise or sunset.

Amidst all the applause, there was no doubt that Third Young Master Song almost suffered internal injuries from anger again.

It is now the fifth floor.

From morning to afternoon, there were only five floors in total today.

After all, there are so many people, everyone writes poems, recites poems, and then makes a few comments.

In the end, we have to vote for the poetry champion, which basically takes an hour or two on the first floor.

After coming down from the fifth floor, Nangong Wan'er took out five poems in total, and all five poems were selected as the top poems by many zombie princes and ladies.

There is not a single poem by Song Sangongzi!

This is something that has never happened since the Yunxi Poetry Club was held.

This guy is like a powder keg, ready to explode at the touch of a button.

But here, he really didn't dare to explode.

Otherwise, his reputation as Third Young Master Song will be ruined!

This guy still pays more attention to his superficial reputation.

After all, the status of the zombies present is not low.

"Let's stop here for today's poetry meeting. The Yunxi Lantern Festival will be held soon. How about we go to Yunxi to take a boat to enjoy the moon and lanterns at night?"

Song Sangongzi said.

"Okay~ This year's Yunxi Lantern Festival will definitely be very interesting~"

The other zombies nodded.

The third son of Song glanced at Su Bai, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

In his heart, he was already planning to kill Su Bai!

Night fell quickly.

Many zombie boys and girls went to the side of Yunxi.

Yunxi is a very beautiful river. The Yunxi Lantern Festival is about to start. There are a lot of cruise ships with bright lights in the river.

"My lord, we have made an arrangement. Once he leaves Nangong Wan'er, our people will kill him."