Chapter 1932: Real world 21

Chapter 1932 Real World 21
"I don't think so. I can see that the age of this child is at least five years old. At the age of five, I can make such a delicate poem. It is no worse than that child prodigy. The prodigy can only make poetry when he is six years old. He was one year old." The middle-aged man who is optimistic about Xiaomoer argues.
When everyone heard his words, many people nodded in agreement.
From the age point of view, it is undoubtedly a little better than a little ink.
The young man standing in the capital prodigy in the city argued: "The outside world is a six-year-old poetry. Can everyone be sure that he did not make it when he was five?"
The middle-aged man immediately argued: "I can't explain this to you. If you want to figure it out, you have to ask the client. But as far as everyone knows, this child is slightly better."
"That's right. Even if it is not as good as the prodigy, just look at his performance today, and call him a child prodigy." An old man said a very pertinent statement.
He naturally got the approval of someone at the place.
The north rain squatting in the crowd is so happy to everyone that Xiaomoer is so happy. As for whether it is better than the child prodigy, Bei Yuyu does not care.
If it is only half a year for these people to know that Xiao Moer is studying, I am afraid that no one will dare to say that Xiao Mo is not as good as the child prodigy.
Of course, the northern rain will not run over and people say that her little buns have only been taught for half a year, and most of them still have no teaching. If you let them know, I am afraid that the first reaction is impossible.
Xiaomoer’s powerful, Beiyuyu was shocked.
In the many planes that have been shuttled, the child who can match him has not yet encountered her.
Xiaomoer was amazed and praised by everyone, and there was not much reaction on his face. If he is happy in the first round, it is a kind of pride, a kind of proud pleasure that is recognized.
Now, after the first round of failure, he failed to overpower the 38th, which made him feel embarrassed.
At this time, when he did not see the poems on the 38th, he would not be complacent at all because of the praise of outsiders.
The little boy's eyes stared at Qin Yuxuan with a burning gaze, and the bright black eyes sparkled with raging fire.
Qin Yuxuan naturally saw the little guy with a warring look, and the corner of his lips outlined a shallow arc.
This little guy is also very interesting.
Under the eyes of Xiao Moer, Otaru finally spread the poems on the 38th.
Xiao Moer’s eyes swiftly passed, and his heart muttered,
I will laugh when I open my mouth, laugh at the old laughter and pay for it all the time. The big belly can be tolerant, and the tolerance is not tolerant.

With the phrase "Mr.", his poems are also excellent.
It is not true that his poetry is not as good as a kid. It is said that the poem that has passed the ink of the kid is not completely crushed, and the two are considered to be between the two.
However, two of the three old people in the tasting voted for Xiao Moer, just because his age is enough to make them willing to vote for him. Therefore, the second round of Xiaomoer won.
After hearing the result, Xiaozi’s expression on his face was not relaxed, because there is still no victory and there is another round.
He wants to use his own learning to win this game and let the mother eat the Sanshui fish dish.
The little guy said to himself silently in his heart, so he did not dare to relax and complacent.
(End of this chapter)