Chapter 1932 The Real World 21

"I don't think so. Looking at the age of this son, at most five years old, he can write such exquisite poems at the age of five, but he is no better than the prodigy. The prodigy can only write poetry at the age of six, and the child in front of him is comparable. He is a year earlier." The middle-aged man who was optimistic about Xiao Mo'er argued for it.

When everyone heard his words, many people nodded in agreement.

In terms of age, Xiao Mo'er is undoubtedly slightly better.

The young man standing in the capital prodigy retorted: "It is rumored that he composed a poem at the age of six. How can everyone be sure that he did not do it when he was five?"

The middle-aged man immediately retorted: "You and I can't explain this clearly. If you want to find out, you have to ask the person involved. However, as far as everyone knows, the child in front of him is slightly better."

"That's right. Even if he's not as good as that child prodigy, just looking at his performance today, it's not an exaggeration to call him a child child prodigy." An old man said something very pertinent.

His words were naturally recognized by everyone present.

Standing in the crowd, Bei Yutang was naturally happy when everyone praised Xiao Mo'er so much. As for whether he was better than that child prodigy, Bei Yutang didn't care.

If these people know that Xiao Mo'er has only been studying for half a year, I am afraid that no one will dare to say that Xiao Mo'er is inferior to that child prodigy.

Of course, Bei Yutang wouldn't go over and tell people that her little buns had only studied for half a year, and most of them had not been taught by a master. If you let them know, I am afraid that the first reaction is impossible.

Bei Yutang was shocked by Xiao Mo'er's power.

After traveling through so many planes, she has yet to meet a child who can rival him.

Xiao Mo'er didn't have much reaction on her face when she heard everyone's admiration and praise. If he would be happy in the first round, it would be a kind of pride, a proud joy of being recognized.

But now after the first round of failure, he failed to beat No. 38, which made him have a pimple in his heart.

At this time, when he did not read the poems of No. 38, he would not be complacent at all because of the praise of outsiders.

The boy Mo stared at Qin Yuxuan with burning eyes, and the dark and bright eyes flashed with the flames of war.

Qin Yuxuan naturally saw the little guy's eyes with fighting intent, and the corners of his lips drew a shallow arc.

This little guy is also very interesting.

Under Xiao Mo'er's expectant eyes, the servant finally opened up the poem on No. 38.

Xiao Mo'er's eyes swept across quickly, and she meditated in her heart, "Laugh when you open your mouth, laugh at the ancient times and laugh at everything today; a big belly can accommodate, and there is nothing that can be tolerated by yourself."

With the words of the boy in front of the ink, his poems can also be called excellent.

It is not true that his poetry is not as good as that of Kid Mo. It is said that the poem that overwhelmed Xiao Zimo could not be completely crushed, and the two could be regarded as equals.

However, two of the three old people who were tasting it voted for Xiao Mo'er, just because he was old enough to make them willing to vote for him. Therefore, in the second round, Xiao Mo'er won.

After hearing the result, the expression on the boy's face did not relax, because there is still no victory, and there is still one round.

He will use what he has learned to win this game and let his mother eat the Sanshui fish feast.

The little guy said to himself silently in the bottom of his heart, so he didn't dare to relax and be complacent in the slightest.