Chapter 3311 The Real World 661

"They're not as good as him in this game."

Xiao Feng shook the feather fan lightly in his hand, and looked at the fourth son with a playful look in his eyes, "Then what the fourth son, you really have no eyesight. You, you, if you are willing to be in the limelight, where is there any bullshit? son."

Xiao Feng's words were wild, but they were not mixed with any jealousy.

Lin Feng spit out two words, "boring."

He originally thought that he would leave soon, but after the first game, his interest in Mu Zimo became stronger.

I don't know if he will continue to surprise him in the future.

In the second round, Han Zhong proposed the question. Han Zhong smiled and said: "I originally wanted to propose a proposal and ask you to write a poem each, but I thought that maybe it would be troublesome for the poems to appear in the same words. Let's take the next step, everyone. How about a meandering stream?"

"I have no problem." Tao Jing said.

"Can."

Several people nodded in agreement.

Han Zhong continued: "In order to increase the difficulty, each person only has ten breaths to write a poem. If the person who can't do it in ten breaths will be eliminated directly, and the person who stays on the field in the end will be the winner of this round."

"Do you understand the rules?"

Several people nodded.

"Then let's start with Mu Zimo, the winner of the last round, with the title of 'Plum Blossom'. Let's start." Han Zhong made a 'please' gesture.

The boy Mo pondered for two breaths of time, and then said: "A tree of cold plums and white jade strips, close to the village road and the bridge of the creek. I don't know if the water flowers will start first, it is suspected that the winter snow has not been sold."

The people around couldn't help but nod their heads when they heard this poem.

Han Zhongzhi pointed at Tao Jing.

"The subject is chrysanthemum."

Tao Jing pondered for a while, and soon composed a poem.

"The autumn bushes around the house are like a pottery's house, and the edge of the fence is gradually sloping. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, and there are no flowers when they bloom."

Every time Han Zhong pointed at one person, that person made a poem. After the first round, everyone completed it in ten breaths.

"The second round, you must make it within the time of eight breaths, and those who exceed it will be eliminated. This round starts from Jinxuan, with the topic of cypress."

Jin Xuan quickly wrote a verse.

The next rounds went down one by one, and when it was the fifth place, someone was eliminated.

"The third round begins, this time you only have five breaths."

The five breaths time is very short, and it is not so easy to write poetry, unless you are good at it.

This time, four more people were passed, and Tao Jing was also kicked out. Only Jin Xuan and kid Mo were left on the field.

At this point, everyone has already recognized his name as a 'scholar'.

"The time of three breaths this time." Han Zhong said.

The kid Mo said, "Three breaths are too long. I want to decide the outcome at one time in this round."

Han Zhong asked with a smile, "How long do you want?"

Kid Mo raised an index finger, "One breath."

The surrounding students took a deep breath after hearing his words.

One breath of time is completely impossible for Han Zhong to answer the question the next moment he asks the question.

Han Zhong looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure?"

The boy nodded.

Han Zhong looked at Jin Xuan, "What do you think?"

What Jin Xuan could say, the other party said so, if he refused, wouldn't it make everyone feel that he was inferior to him.

"Can."

All the students present raised expectations in their hearts, looking forward to whether they could create miracles.

Han Zhong opened his mouth and said, "You propose the time, and this round will start with you. The title is 'sunset'."