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As soon as the topic came out, netizens were a little uneasy, and they followed up and left messages.

Although this challenge issued by the Writers Association is only a personal challenge, the level of awareness on the Internet is no less than that of a confrontation program that has been promoted in the early stage. After Cheng Yang's phrase "I don't agree to fight", Weike, forums, and major websites began to promote it spontaneously by netizens.

At this moment, behind the computer screen, there are many supporters that Han Mo does not know, and they are all silently watching this challenge.

Wang Qian just finished working overtime and was not in a hurry to go home. She stayed on the space-time forum. At first, when Han Mo did not appear, everyone said that he would not come back, which made her anxious. Later, she saw the account of the Royal Horse Knight came out to sign in. Wang Qian did not mention it. How happy.

Now that the topic came out, Wang Qian slapped the table again in anger, "Isn't this obviously embarrassing, there is still a topic requirement for writing a poem on the spot." The voice was still falling, and another voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Writing a poem with a plant as the title, thanks to those old people who can think of it, I don't believe they can write a poem in such a short period of time. They are all people who can only talk with their mouths pierced."

There was originally only Wang Qian in the big office, but a voice suddenly came out from behind her, which startled her. When she looked back, it turned out that it was Li Manli.

Li Manli put her hands around her chest, a close-fitting red dress made her graceful figure even more concave and convex, her bright red lips were pursed lightly, and her face was disdainful, "They just know that they can make high-quality products in such a short period of time. Poetry is impossible, that's why Han Mo makes a fool of himself by asking such a question. If Han Mo wouldn't fight at all, why would they deliberately make problems, Han Mo would answer obediently."

"There's no way to do this. If we don't fight, the people of the Writers Association will make a big fuss and make trouble. Maybe there will be no horse rider in the future." Guo Tao suddenly stood next to Li Manli, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Yeah, you haven't left." Wang Qian said in surprise.

Li Manli pulled a chair and sat down without saying a word, staring at the screen, waiting for Han Mo to appear.

Guo Tao had a serious expression and stood behind them facing the computer.

After the title came out, netizens began to say "unfair", "the title is difficult", and "no professional poet can do it."

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the screen, and it had been two minutes since Cheng Yang finished the question.

When Han Mo saw the title, he wrote a poem with a plant as the title. In the original world, there were many poems with plants as the title, but they simply described a plant, and the title of the poem only included the name of the plant. His first reaction was It is a lyric poem written by the Russian poet Yesenin. This poem has also been compiled into the elementary school Chinese textbook. It can be said that it is a poem that even elementary school students know, but this world has never appeared before, so it should be used.

Han Mo's slender fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard.

When people are waiting, they always feel that time has passed. With so many netizens staring at the screen together, some people can't wait.

"Is it possible that the horse knight can't write it, why hasn't it been written yet."

"It's only two minutes, big brother, it's not just two minutes for you to go to the toilet, you have to type it out when you think about it."

This poem is not long, and Han Mo soon typed out the entire content, probably glanced at it, and clicked send.

The news of the horse knight suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

"Come out, come out." Wang Qian shouted loudly, and hurriedly pulled the chair forward.

Li Manli also squeezed in front of the screen, her eyes moving in the direction of reading.

These three minutes are longer than the three months that Xiao Pang has experienced. Holding the opened beer in his hand, he dare not even lift it up to take a sip, for fear of missing the content on the screen.

As soon as the poem came out, he quickly read it out loud while holding the computer.

"Birch

by my window,

There is a birch,

As if smeared with silver cream,

Covered with snowflakes.

hairy branches,

Snow embroidered lace is chic,

Strings of flowers bloom,

Picturesque white tassel.

In the hazy silence,

Jade stands on this birch,

in the bright golden light

Sparkling snowflakes.

White birch wandering around

The long-awaited sunrise,

it to the snowy branches

Another layer of silver brilliance. "

When he read the last word, Xiao Pang excitedly held the beer can and knocked it on the table a few times, and the beer inside was splashing everywhere.

The short poem is not long, but it describes the beauty of birch from different angles. The entire poem is presented in less than three minutes. Excluding the typing time, the thinking process may not exceed two minutes.

The Internet was quiet for a while, everyone was reading poetry, and there was no time to tap the screen.

Suddenly, almost at the same time, comments from netizens flooded the entire screen instantly.

"Kamito, the knight on the horse, the poem came out in less than three minutes, and the quality is still so high."

"Wrong, it's not three minutes. Apart from typing time, our brother Han may only spend one minute thinking, which is comparable to the ancients' seven-step poetry."

"When I read this poem, it was as if the birch was right in front of my eyes. The snowflakes all over my body, the snow-embroidered lace, and the white tassels were so beautiful, so beautiful."

Since Meng Si turned on the computer and paid attention to the challenges, he didn't sit down and couldn't sit still. He walked in front of the computer with coffee, glanced at the computer screen from time to time, and now read the poem that Han Mo just published.

"This stinky boy, how much potential still needs to be tapped." After speaking, he took a sip of coffee.

Holding the notebook, Peng Ye shouted, "Write it out, write it out." He began to read aloud.

Zeng Ying and Xiaomei looked at each other, "Master Peng, calm down, calm down."

Before 7:30, Peng Ye brought Xiaomei Zeng Ying to Shu Ya's house, saying that she wanted to watch the game with her.

Shu Ya was leaning on the sofa and looked very calm on the surface. In fact, she was sweating for Han Mo just now. At this moment, when she saw that he actually wrote a poem in such a short period of time, she was also very happy. Youmei's eyes fell on the screen, and there was a shy smile on the corner of her mouth.

After reading Han Mo's poems, Cheng Yang took a deep breath. He didn't expect that Han Mo could really write poems on the spot, and in less than three minutes, the content of the poems completely met his requirements. He originally wanted to focus on the details. Routine Han Mo, the title is not a simple plant, and the content is not dedicated to describing plants, these can be the topics he talks about.

However, Han Mo didn't give him this chance at all. In "White Birch", every word and every sentence is describing this plant, and the language is beautiful and vivid, and it is almost impeccable.

He was silent, he had no way to comment on this topic, except for praise, Cheng Yang also had nothing to say.

At this moment, a private message suddenly popped up at the top right of the screen. He frowned and opened the small envelope. It turned out to be Tian Yadong.

"Don't panic, don't forget, there is my second question, he wants to start, but he can't think of the end."

Cheng Yang relaxed and smiled instantly, and there was a hint of slyness in the corner of his eyes. Tian Yadong didn't say it, he forgot it, and no one said that there was only one question in this challenge, and there was obviously a second question.

Netizens have already swiped to celebrate Han Mo, with beating expressions one after another.

Xiao Pang opened the second can of beer and poured it into his mouth, the buddy was just happy.

When everyone thought that the game ended with Han Mo's excellent performance, Tian Yadong, another representative of Cheng Yang's group, suddenly posted a simple post with only one sentence, but it surprised all netizens. .

"The competition is not over yet. This challenge is a series of questions. The first question is a poem about a plant. The horse rider performed very well, but it can only be regarded as half of the answer."

Everyone was not calm, "Fuck, half of the answer is right, what do you mean."

"How can there be such a big gasp, what is the other half saying?"

"It's not the Writer's Association that is cheating."

Han Mo was also stunned when he saw Tian Yadong. He was completely unprepared for such a move, but since he decided to challenge, he could only continue. It was no use arguing. He typed two words at random, "Continue."

The Royal Horse Rider accepted the challenge, the netizens were quiet, and Tian Yadong pouted at the screen.

"Please use the plants described in the poem just now as the theme and make a song on the spot."

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