Become a Scumbag from Now on

Following Lan Tianhai's admiration, the old men and poets couldn't help but applaud!

"This...is this done by Xiaoxuan?"

Ye Qianling couldn't believe it, and then asked Xiao Zun next to her.

"I can't believe it. He wrote such a long and shocking poem in such a short period of time. It's rare in the world! I even suspected that he plagiarized it!"

"Plagiarism should not happen. If such a shocking poem existed before, it would have been passed down through the ages. And Xiaoxuan must not be such a person!"

"Yes! Maybe he is really a genius! No, he is a monster!"

Xiao Runing's grandfather, Xiao Qingcheng, was also slowly shocked and surprised!

This poem was a level of poetry that he had rarely seen again in so many years, and... it was written by a junior! It's really unbelievable!

"Lin Xuan, is this poem really your creation? Don't think too much, I just think this poem is so shocking, and it was really shocking that it was written in such a short time!"

Lan Tianhai asked.

Lin Xuan nodded: "I created it myself, and it was only created in such a short period of time. It mainly tells a poignant and graceful love story. Facing reality, facing power, facing one's lover, but having to sacrifice You can become your own lover..."

"You don't need to say this. The whole poem gave me a sense of picture and story that I have never had before. It tells a complete story with ups and downs. This is something I have never felt from a person or a poem. , and even now I know that poetry can be written like this! You can write a whole period of life and a whole story!" Lan Tianhai said in shock.

"The most important thing is that I wrote such a classic and high-level poem in such a short time. I think I can't compare to one-tenth of it!"

An old man sighed.

"Yes, reading this poem even made my nose feel a little sore. The story is so poignant and the quality of this poem is simply too high! Especially some of the lines are shocking to the world!"

"Quick, bring it to me and let me take a look!"

Xiao Qingcheng stretched out his hand to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan handed over the poem.

They gathered there one after another, and then...

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch again.

Can the word "tm" be made more ugly?

Lan Tianhai couldn't help but write the entire poem on the blackboard again! Everyone looked at it more carefully, and the more they looked, the more shocked they became!

Running account?

I shed nmlgb!

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow, Song of Everlasting Sorrow, the name of this poem..."

Lan Tianhai took a long breath.

Whether it’s the name or the verses, this poem is so beautiful!

"And... the beginning of this poem talks about a very beautiful woman, and then tells the story. The whole poem expresses too many things. No wonder Xiaoxuan wrote it for so long, because these emotions, To express reality, I can’t finish it in just a few sentences or a dozen sentences!”

Xiao Qingcheng praised!

Xiao Runing was also conquered by this picture!

Is this really Lin Xuan?

Are you kidding me?

And Xiao Xinyue...

She felt like she was being cheated!

I was tricked by this sister, and also by Lin Xuan!

The height of this poem is too high. It is no longer enough to amaze everyone. It is a poem that has been passed down through the ages! She made a bet and it seemed like she was going to lose.

But Su Zhiming and the others have nothing to say! Although they think it is impossible! It's really impossible! In such a short time, poems of this quality...

"Young Master Lin, the level and time of creation of this poem of yours are a bit too incredible, aren't they? Forgive me for being offended, maybe most of the people here find it incredible."

Su Zhiming couldn't help but said.

"So Mr. Su thinks I copied it?"

"No, no, no, I just think it's incredible."

Su Zhiming said.

"Yes, yes, I wrote 840 words in ten minutes, such an exquisite song of eternal regret,

too exaggerated! "

"We can't compete, but we hope you can prove yourself, Mr. Lin!"

"..."

Everyone was talking about it.

"prove……"

Lin Xuan rubbed his chin.

Then Lin Xuan walked slowly.

"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. "

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The clouds are like the clothes and the flowers are like the face..."

Lan Tianhai couldn't help but muttered to himself in surprise.

Everyone: "..."

A poem in three steps?

That's right, Lin Xuan took just three steps!

Su Zhiming clenched his fists!

This is another poem that has been passed down through the ages!

Xiao Runing and Xiao Xinyue's beautiful eyes also lit up.

Then Lin Xuan paced again.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once she looks at the city of Qingren, she will look at the country again."

Everyone: "..."

"If it's not enough..."

Lin Xuan continued to pace.

"It's as bright as the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering like the drifting snow in the returning wind."

…

"The fishes are falling and the wild geese are falling, the birds are noisy, the flowers are shy and the moon is closed, and the flowers are melancholy..."

One sentence after another shocking poem came out of Lin Xuan's mouth.

Everyone: "..."

Yes, they were speechless! And Su Zhiming's face was even stiffer.

"Then now I should have finished explaining why I was able to compose the 840-word Song of Everlasting Regret in just ten minutes, right?"

Lin Xuan asked Su Zhiming!

Su Zhiming gritted his teeth, and then punched Lin Xuan.

"Young Master Lin is so talented, I can't wait!"

"Hahaha--"

Xiao Zun and others’ eyes were full of light!

My dear, this is amazing. I have known for a long time that my daughter has a unique vision, but I didn’t expect that Lin Xuan has such a shocking literary talent! Found a treasure! If these two people give birth to a baby, wouldn't it be... perfect genes paired with perfect genes... perfect!

No, no, no, hurry up and live!

Their faces were glowing. Lin Xuan, their son-in-law, had won them so much face.

"Sister, do you think he can't write poetry?"

Xiao Xinyue looked at Xiao Runing with some despair.

"I'd rather know."

Xiao Runing was also helpless.

Lan Tianhai walked down and couldn't help but pat Lin Xuan on the shoulder.

"Genius, definitely a genius! A poem can be written in three steps. Every line and every line will be passed down through the ages! Lin Xuan, if you don't further study in this field, it will be a loss for our entire continent."

Lin Xuan smiled, then shook his head: "No, I have no interest in this aspect. Although I love learning, now I want to focus more on cultivation! After all, it is still an era where strength is respected."

"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."

Lan Tianhai let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Lan, this is the song of Everlasting Regret. Do you think it can be included in the textbook?"

"Of course, of course!"

Lin Xuan grinned.

"Thank you, Uncle Lan!" Then he turned and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Xinyue.

Xiao Xinyue: "..."

Afterwards, countless students expressed their hatred for Lin Xuan, because they had another 840-character must-have poem: Song of Everlasting Regret! Tortured countless students.

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