1930 The Real World 19

You must know that many people present are still imitating the handwriting of their predecessors and have not formed their own character. For this alone, Xiao Mo'er surpassed many people.

Qin Yuxuan's eyes were always on Xiao Mo'er. When everyone complimented and praised him, his facial expression was still sullen, and he couldn't see any emotion, but his sharp eyes noticed the dark eyes of Xiao Mo'er. Flashing light.

Tsk tsk, I thought the little guy could really be so indifferent. Still, for his age, it's not bad to be able to do that.

Many people who are not so much older than him will unconsciously show joy on their faces when they hear everyone's praise, but the little guy in front of him doesn't show anything on his face, only those eyes reveal his feelings at this time. Feeling.

Some people began to read the second couplet that the boy ink had written.

"The Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their supernatural powers and each crossing the sea, rising to immortals step by step."

"Not bad."

"That's not bad. It's not bad for his age to be able to tell that."

Everyone gave a pertinent affirmation to the couplet of Xiaozimo.

Shopkeeper Fu continued, "The next is the last contestant of this couplet."

As the shopkeeper's voice fell, the servant put down Qin Yuxuan's couplet from the second floor.

When the couplet was completely presented in front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of amazement.

"Good sentence."

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

A young man shook his feather fan and recited softly with admiration: "Seventy-two transformations, good at subduing demons and subduing demons, repeated success."

Xiao Mo'er stared at the couplet, her face a little more tensed than before.

He could also see that he lost to that person in this game.

The little guy was a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it on the face, but straightened his back, ready to pull it back in the next round.

Qin Yuxuan has been paying attention to the little guy's every move, and he naturally saw the raging war that flashed on his face just now.

Outside the court, Bei Yutang was very satisfied with the performance of the boy Mo, and he was very satisfied with her.

After several scholars discussed, the treasurer Fu came out with the final result.

"The following 20 people in the first round of promotion are No. 2, No. 7, No. 12, No. 20, No. 21, No. 25, No. 29, No. 30, No. 31. , thirty-two, thirty-seven, thirty-eight..."

Xiao Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her number 37.

After a round of competition, there were only twenty selected players left on the field.

Xiao Mo'er turned her head to look at the crowd of onlookers, and at a glance found the position where her mother was standing. When he turned his head, he caught his mother's eyes and saw her making a cheering gesture towards him.

Outsiders don't know what this gesture means, but he does.

Xiao Mo'er and Bei Yutang made the same gesture to her mother, with a sweet smile on her little face.

Qin Yuxuan raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched the interaction between their mother and son.

Although he didn't understand what the gesture meant, he read Bei Yutang's mouth shape, "Come on".

"Come on." Qin Yuxuan murmured these two words, a playful smile on his lips.

"Okay, now we are going to the second round of competition. The second round is based on the theme of' Maitreya Buddha', and we will write a poem. This time there is only a quarter of an hour. Those who cannot answer within a quarter of an hour will be eliminated directly."