Chapter 169: Su Mo's disdain

"Yes!
Seeing his father pointing to Su Mo on the stage, Li Keke also smiled and explained in a low voice: "It depends on his performance to win the championship today."
"Oh?"
Li Zhihai glanced at his daughter in surprise, "It seems that you have high expectations for this person!"
Li Zhihai immediately smelled something wrong with the look in the eyes of the young man on his daughter's stand just now. He had been in the mall for many years and he could see what his daughter's eyes were.
That is definitely the bud of love!
As soon as he thought of this, Li Zhihai couldn't help sighing in his heart, "Unknowingly, my daughter is already at the age of falling in love, and it's really a passing year!"
However, Li Zhihai still has to figure out the identity of the young man on stage, but not everyone can be with his daughter.
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"Brother, think about it!"
Liu Quan looked at the time, ten minutes had passed, and he became a little anxious.
"Brother, talk to me for a while and I can figure it out."
Su Mo looked at Liu Quan irritably, and Liu Quan kept twittering in his ears, making him unable to concentrate at all.
"what?"
Liu Quanyi was also very embarrassed when he saw Su Mo's appearance. He seemed to have a lot of words!
"Sorry, I shut up immediately."
After Liu Quan spoke, Su Mo's ears were instantly cleared, and he closed his eyes and thought.
The genius poet started silently, and three minutes later, a handful of poems were formed in Su Mo's mind.
After seeing this poem, Rao Su Mo couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning, this poem is too awesome!
Su Mo has seen a lot of good poems, but he has never seen such a masterpiece. Is it really written by himself?
Suddenly, Su Mo's mind exploded, and he remembered the skill in the last lottery-the genius poet.
At the beginning, Su Mo still felt that this skill was a tasteless one, but now that it looked like a magic skill!
At this time, Su Mo opened his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
No one saw it just because he was wearing a mask.
"Teacher judge, I have finished writing."
Halfway through time, suddenly, Xiang Caizi raised his hand, which instantly made everyone's eyes shine.
And in the live broadcast room on the Internet, a barrage floated by.
"I'll go, this speed is okay!"
"It's a talented person, it's amazing. This time the championship is already a certainty."
"These other three players are here to serve as a foil?"
"Xiang Caizi's poetry composing level is still worthy of people's eyes."
"To be honest, I'm looking forward to it!"
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National Tsing Hua University, 506 female dormitory.
Zhao Linger: "Wow, this talent has been completed."
Ma Lili: "This is also normal, after all, he is a talented Xiang, very strong."
Xiang Caizi?
Yan Jiuxi and An Ran looked at each other, and both of them heard the name for the first time.
In the end, it was Zhao Linger who explained it to the two women, and they knew who Xiang Caizi was.
"Xiaoxi, do you think Su Mo can win?"
An Ran asked Yan Jiuxi in a low voice, but her words immediately attracted Zhao Linger and Ma Lili.
? ? ? ? ?
what's the situation?
This boy wearing a mask is really Su Mo?
Just kidding!
Just now, the two of them just said casually, but listening to what they meant, they seemed to have really guessed it.
But why did Su Mo participate in the meeting to represent Nanda and compete with Emperor Da?
"I don't know, I have never seen Su Mo write a poem."
There was also a trace of worry in Yan Jiuxi's eyes. After all, good literary talent and poetry are not the same thing.
Su Mo's literary talent is really good enough to explode, otherwise his college entrance examination composition would not be rated as a first-class work by the juvenile magazine.
However, as for poetry, talent and skill are needed, and good poetry cannot be produced without good literary talent.
"Xiao Xi, is this person really Su Mo?"
Zhao Linger couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard Yan Jiuxi's words.
"It is indeed Su Mo, don't ask me the reason, because I don't know..."
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As time passed, the music on the scene rang as soon as half an hour passed.
"Time is up, let's invite four of our players to come to the front of our stage."
After the timing ended, Ouyang Xue also walked off the stage, and the four players also came to the front of the stage as required and stood in a row.
"I want to ask, who among you hasn't finished?"
Jian Hua looked at the four players and asked, actually he already had a rough answer in his heart.
Let's not talk about the difficulty of this question, just look at the face of the player, he already has a bottom in his heart.
Of course, this does not include Su Mo, who wears a mask.
As soon as they finished speaking, Liu Quan from Nantah University and Wang Huan from Emperor Wang also raised their hands in embarrassment.
Su Mo stood there, but he was extremely calm. Li Keke in the audience was looking forward to this scene, not knowing what poetry Su Mo could write.
"Oh?"
Jian Hua was surprised when he saw that Su Mo did not raise his hand. He thought that only Xiang Caizi had completed the work.
But I didn't expect that this young man wearing a mask was also finished?
"What a coincidence!"
Jian Hua smiled, "Nantah University and Emperor University each have a competitor who has completed their work. Now, please select two of them to write their own works by hand and hand them over to the judges for scoring."
Immediately, a staff member gave the Four Treasures of Study.
When Su Mo saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitched at the corner of his mouth. Why was this still a brush?
Fortunately, he has master calligraphy, otherwise, I am afraid it would be ashamed.
Xiang Caizi glanced at Su Mo, didn't say anything, just picked up the pen and started writing on the white paper.
Through the drone shooting, everyone on the scene can see Xiang Caizi's work on the big screen.
"The sky is blue, and many white clouds descend low, covering the tallest buildings, seeming to put white clothes on them, like a dream!"
The prose poems, coupled with the good calligraphy, also made the audience cheer loudly.
Even the three judges and teachers have published their own evaluations.
Zhang Lao: "It's a very good short prose poem. The artistic conception is very good, and it doesn't deviate from the theme. I score eight points (out of ten).
Old Wu: "It's really good. Xiang Caizi is worthy of being a first-class poet. I also score 8 points."
Jian Hua: "I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Xiang Caizi could still create such an excellent work in such a short period of time. I would score nine points!"
"Congratulations to the talented player Xiang, who scored 25 points in this round."
Ouyang Xue's voice also caused the exclamation of everyone present.
The perfect score is only 30 points, but Xiang Caizi actually got 25 points?
This is too powerful!
You know, the three judges are all second-level poets!
It can be seen how gold content is in this poem by Xiang Caizi.
However, Su Mo was somewhat dismissive of Xiang Caizi's poem.
This poem is indeed a bit general!
As for blowing like that?