Chapter 1931: Real world 20

Chapter 1931 Real World 20
The sound of the drums rang out, and the small mouth shouted: "Begin."
Twenty contestants began to think about it. This time, Xiaomoer did not immediately write, but thought about it with a pen. When Qin Yuxuan was writing, he glanced at the little guy and saw the little guy still thinking about it.
The spectators on the periphery of the field swept through the crowds. Qin Yuxuan, who had been in the past, was naturally taken care of by the key, while the kid was second. Being young is still very easy for people to pay attention to.
"Hey, this time the 30th is a leader."
"I am taking advantage of this momentum. Today's head is likely to be between him and the second."
"The little guy who used to pick up the pen too fast now has no movement. Isn't that okay?" Someone stared at Xiaomoer, and when he saw that he was still moving, he couldn't help but look a little lighter.
"It’s good for a child to be able to match a pair."
"Before he was so fast, he wanted to come to this little guy and he should be very good at the right pair."
"I still want to see him go to the end, it seems hopeless."
Standing in the crowd's total north rain, there is no feeling, no worry. Instead, the book boy who followed Qin Yuxuan saw this, and his face could not cover the gloating.
This time, the leader must be the young master of his family.
That little is not a point, come over is just a number.
Seeing that he is about to roll in the next round, the book boy’s mood has become very good.
Fu’s treasurer glanced at the fragrance and reminded those who had not yet written the pen.
There is not much time, and the time for half a cup of tea is less than that.

"I still want to see what kind of poems the little friend can make. It seems that it is not working now."
"Looking at the little guy is calm, and now I don't panic." Someone was excused from sighing at the kid.
Among a group of adults, he is such a small person who writes on a stool. It is completely unique and it is difficult to attract attention.
Seeing that time is about to pass, Xiao Moer has finally started to write, and his speed is very fast. Obviously, he has already thought about it.
At this time, Qin Yuxuan had already done a good poem, and let Xiaoxiao take it away.
He looked at Xiaomoer and saw him writing without hesitation.
"咚"~~~
When the drums sounded, Xiao Yan said to all the contestants: "Time is up, please stop writing."
When the drums sounded, Xiao Moer put down the pen without hesitation.
"Now start the delivery in the order."
Xiao Yan began to deliver according to the number plate. From the second round, the round went down. When the number was 37, Xiao Xiao spread the paper and put it in front of everyone.
"The mouth often laughs, laughs at the world's ridiculous people; the big belly can accommodate, the world can not tolerate things." An old man touched the beard and read the poem carefully.
"Okay, very good." After the old man carefully tasting, he couldn't help but praise.
"I really didn't think this little guy was so powerful."
"This is really impressive."
"It’s awful, it’s incredible. This will be a big tool in the future."
A young scholar shook his head and said: "This young child can make such a poem and crush all the people before. It is powerful, powerful, and admire the little one."
"Hey, I see this one that is similar to the prodigy in Beijing." Someone couldn't help but compare Xiaomoer with the legendary prodigy.
"It's too exaggerated. He can't match the prodigy." Some people disagreed.
(End of this chapter)