Chapter 12: Still have to look at the present

　　 The moment when Wang Dongxue saw "The End", he felt like he was stuck in the hand with finely thorns, and the whole person twitched.
how is this possible!
　　 His first feeling is that it is unbelievable, the other party is younger than himself, how can he write a poem of this feeling.
　　Ma Wenzhong also smiled and sighed: "There is no white today!"
　　Everyone agreed with...
　　 "Yes, I haven't seen such a stunning poem for a long time."
　　 "Open your eyes, open your eyes!"
　　 The difference in superiority becomes particularly obvious in an instant. There is no need for everyone to score and discern it as expected.
　　Those who have read the book a little, have a little appreciation level and know which one is better.
　　Wang Dongxue suffocated, unable to say a word.
　　 His face was unspeakably ugly, but he couldn't refute it.
　　Ma Wenzhong smiled and asked Mo Zhuosi: "You are a skill, I am afraid you are from a family of scholars?"
　　Muo Zhuosi very honestly shook his head and said: "The family has not read any books, I have only recently started to learn."
　　Brushed, Wang Dongxue's face was black, this is naked mocking himself!
　　 loudly raised his head and laughed, this guy, really sounded like he did not change his face.
I admire you! ! !
　　 "Understandably, there are indeed some family rules that are strict. If you don't want to disclose it, I won't ask." Mr. Ma touched his beard with a smile. It's impossible to learn how to write poetry recently.
　　Literary literacy cannot be a one-time thing, and there are no shortcuts.
　　Everyone agrees that Mo Zhuo Si is just not willing to reveal his identity, and some people even think he said it on purpose.
Do you see it?
　　 I just haven't read any books. Soon after learning poetry, I wrote better than you!
　　Although many people don't believe it, the reporter wrote the sentence clamoringly, whether he is true or not.
　　 Even if it is really pretending, it is also intentionally hitting Wang Dongxue's face, which is interesting.
　　Chen Tao had been silent for a while, that is, he was afraid that Mo Zhuosi might be in trouble, but now he suddenly found that the guy he was looking for was a real talent!
　　Chen Tao saw the reporter keep recording, he flashed his cheeks and said: "Our unit has the most professional review team is not a joke, without that diamond diamond would not dare to take this porcelain."
　　 After he finished speaking, he also deliberately looked towards Mo Zhuo Si, squinting and gestured to cooperate.
　　Muo Zhuo Si is also a smart person, and immediately smiled and said: "It is indeed such a thing, there are many seniors in the department that are worth learning from me."
　　 does not involve lies, all are honest.
　　Mortz said before that he had just learned how to write poetry, and everyone thought he was too frivolous.
　　 Suddenly look at him with a very humble look, everyone's head is dizzy, which is true or false?
　　 As expected, the reporter also wrote down this sentence. Chen Tao nodded with satisfaction. Today, finally, there was no leucorrhea Morrows. Although there were some accidents, it was still acceptable overall.
　　 "Cough cough cough!" Wang Dongxue cleared his throat and said with a cheek: "Three good poems are now only the first one."
　　 This guy repeatedly and humiliated himself, never stop this way! ! !
　　 This "Doomsday" looks at the style and knows that it can't be written by the other party's age, and it may be plagiarism.
　　 He did not believe that the other party could continue to write poems of this level.
　　 Mo Zhuo Si frowned slightly, he saw that Wang Dongxue was very unwilling, and then secretly shook his head, the other party was still not stubborn?
　　 Continue to compare?
　　 is better than chanting!
　　 Mo Zhuo Si laughed: "Do you still have a poem that can be done?"
　　Wang Dongxue was angry and rushed to the crown, and he couldn't care about the image anymore. He cursed and said, "I don't think you can produce poetry anymore?"
　　This sentence made people feel a bit harsh.
　　 You are a famous poet, and the other party is just a silent young man, just an employee who works in a corporate unit.
　　 These two identities have a big gap, even if they are tied, they are very rare.
　　 But Wang Dongxue was so aggressive, but lost his identity.
　　Muo Zhuosi grinned and said: "Well said three games and two wins, you can not change your mind later, get seven games and five wins."
　　 Hahaha! ! !
　　Everyone couldn't help laughing, this is too bad.
　　Wang Dongxue now really wants to strangle this guy with a sharp tooth and a sharp mouth, but he can only suffocate his anger.
　　 The two returned to their respective positions, this time just the other way around.
　　 For the first time, three quarters of people gathered on Wang Dongxue's side, wanting to see which poem he took to fight.
　　 And this time, the vast majority of people were all around Mo Zhuo Si, full of curiosity, all probe the brain.
　　Muo Zhuosi pretends to raise the pen, in fact, his characters are just like that, but our writing is so ordinary, the momentum can not be weak.
　　In other words, the characters can be bad, but the posture must be handsome.
　　Naturally, Mo Zhuo Si is carefully selected, no matter what others think, at least he likes it very much.
　　 This time, Wang Dongxue knew that he couldn't lose anymore, otherwise he would have lost two games in three innings, fearing that he would leave stains later.
　　 He can't accept this kind of thing. Why should a stunned son who doesn't know where he came from dare to challenge his "authority" at will?
　　He decided to come up with his latest proud work. This poem has not yet been publicly released, but it is at his current peak level.
　　 This poem, he is full of confidence!
　　Everyone watched Wang Dongxue write his pen, his words overflowed with free and easy and calm style, can become a new generation poet champion, his strength is still recognized by everyone.
　　 "The division of the era of poets is divided into the new generation, the modern era, and the cold wind era."
　　 "Dongxue, as the leader of the new generation, has no doubt about his ability."
　　 "But I didn't expect this little brother to come out like a dragon, and it was a blockbuster. It was very admirable!"
　　Wang Dongxue's hand could not help but be shocked, what?
　　Is it possible that the other party is faster than he wrote?
　　 Impossible!
　　His poems have been imprinted in his mind, but he just wrote them out in silence, and the other party needs to create!
　　 He couldn't help but glanced over there, and he was relieved. He hadn't finished writing yet, he was still writing!
　　Brushing the dragon and flying, Wang Dongxue gently drew a circle and signed his name at the end.
　　 Write a poem!
Everyone beside 　　 nodded, "Okay!"
　　 "I figured it out, this poem should be Dong Xue's new work!"
　　Wang Dongxue laughed very much, UU reading www.uukanshu. com nodded and said: "Yes!"
　　 "Winter Snow's level has indeed taken another step forward, and is worthy of being the leader of the new generation!"
　　 "Cold, cold, handicapped, and cold, the most difficult to die!"
　　 "This poem has the style of the new generation, and it reads as a breath that has settled down over the years.
　　 Hearing everyone's comments, Wang Dongxue finally sighed with relief, so it seems that this game is finally stable!
　　At this moment, an old man in glasses and a robe standing behind Morrows beckoned to the other side: "Old Cao! Come over and take a look."
　　 "What's the look?" Lao Cao Gang frowned in disappointment after complimenting Wang Dongxue.
　　 "Oh, you will know when you come over!" the old man shouted with a smile.
　　 also happened, Morrows officially stopped writing, and there was a faint smile in his mouth. This smile fell on the eyes of others, of course it was a confident smile.
　　 Old Cao smiled as he walked: "Don't look at it, Dongxue has made a breakthrough this time. Presumably the outcome is divided!"
　　At this time, Mr. Ma Wenzhong also touched his beard and sighed with emotion: "If you want to count the famous people, you have to look at the present!"
　　 "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but one wave is higher than the other!"
　　 "What a good word!"
What the hell! ! !
　　'S eyes around the reporter suddenly shone brightly. If Wang Dongxue won, this would be a lace news.
　　 But if Wang Dongxue lost!
　　 That's big news!
　　Although they don't recognize Mo Zhuo Si, but they are shouting for him in their hearts, now depending on the situation, is it true that there is a drama?
　　 A group of people wandering around...