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Chapter 269 The poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" I wrote for the Mid-Autumn Festival

Xu Sheng's voice echoed throughout the venue.

Hear his words.

Shen Chuhe was shocked: "How could he do this!"

She turned her head and looked at Lin Mo: "Let's leave here now."

"There's nothing interesting about this."

As she spoke, she wanted to take Lin Mo away with her.

joke.

She didn't think Lin Mo could write any good poems, and she didn't want to see Lin Mo being called and humiliated.

This Xu Sheng clearly has no good intentions.

Aunt Shen Chuhe who was standing next to her smiled when she saw this scene: "If you are really scared and don't dare to go up, it's okay. You just need to go up and admit that you don't know how to do it later."

"I believe that the people here are reasonable people, and they will never force you to write something."

Aunt Shen Chuhe looked at Lin Mo with a bit of sarcasm and mockery in her eyes.

She seemed to have figured out this Lin Mo, and she didn't dare to go up at all. At most, she was a stubborn duck with a tough mouth.

Before Lin Mo could speak.

Sudden.

A ray of light in the venue shone directly towards Lin Mo over there.

The spotlight suddenly shrouded Lin Mo's entire body in light.

Obviously.

This was all arranged by Xu Sheng just now.

Xu Sheng stood on the stage. He looked at Lin Mo over there, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then said, "That's the friend who is in the spotlight."

"You just said in the audience that the quality of the poems written by all of us is not good. It seems that you know poetry very well."

"In that case, I might as well invite you to come up and write a poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that everyone can appreciate what the high-quality poems you write look like!"

Xu Sheng's voice was loud, and his words were filled with a sense of pride and coldness.

He looked straight at Lin Mo over there.

And this time.

More and more people looked in the direction of the light, looking at Lin Mo sitting over there.

"Is this the person who said the quality of the poems we wrote was not good?"

"Looking at his appearance, he is still very young. I guess he is a king of words. Hmm

"Who is this guy? Look at him, he looks down on this person and that person. I don't think he can even write shit!"

"Hey, brother over there, if you have the guts, go ahead. Don't just be tough-talking. There's no future in talking tough!"

all of a sudden.

Many people shouted at Lin Mo over there.

The two girls closest to Lin Mo were arguing with Lin Mo just now.

Seeing Lin Mo become the target of public criticism, they all suddenly became happy.

"Hey, everyone is looking at you, why don't you hurry up?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Aren't you quite capable? When you comment on other people's poems, you look like you are pointing the way. Now it's your turn to write. Why don't you let us take a look and see what kind of works you can write? !”

They looked at Lin Mo, their eyes full of ridicule.

Shen Chuhe was furious. She pulled Lin Mo and was about to leave with him: "Let's go, don't spoil them."

"Besides, we have no obligation to go on stage to participate in this poetry conference. This is nothing!"

She is already angry.

But Shen Chuhe pulled for a while, but didn't pull, and then she looked at Lin Mo.

She saw Lin Mo's calm face.

It seemed that this incident could not change Lin Mo's mood at all.

Lin Mo: "It's okay. Since they want to see what good poetry is, then I will reluctantly give them this opportunity."

Lin Mo's voice was not loud, but his words were calm, natural and gentle.

Neither arrogant nor impatient.

Even a little lazy.

As soon as this word comes out.

The closest ones around me heard it clearly.

all of a sudden.

There was an uproar all around.

"Damn, this guy has such a loud voice!"

"Looking at him like this, he must be a fool!"

"Does he really think he can write something that will dazzle the eyes of everyone present!"

"How arrogant he is now, how embarrassed he will be later!"

Most of the people next to him looked at Lin Mo with disdainful eyes.

Only Shen Chuhe looked at Lin Mo with a little worry in his eyes: "Are you really going up?"

Lin Mo nodded: "It'll be fine soon. It's not difficult at all."

Aunt Shen Chuhe was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I can't tell, you still have some courage."

"Chu He, don't stop him. Since he said so, just let him go up!"

"I'm also very curious about what kind of poetry he can write! Maybe he can really write a work that will amaze everyone in the audience?"

Aunt Shen Chuhe's words were teasing.

Shen Chuhe took a deep breath for the last time and looked at Lin Mo seriously: "Okay, then come on!"

That's how she is, if Lin Mo wants to do something, then she is willing to choose to support and believe in it.

Lin Mo nodded and stood up from his seat.

More eyes were looking at Lin Mo at this moment.

Lin Mo walked from the aisle to the stage.

Along the way, the spotlight followed him.

"It's this boy."

"I want to take a look and see what he can write."

"Tsk, tsk, this guy actually has the guts to go up there. I thought he should find a way to escape from here right now."

"Maybe even though they can't write it down, they are thick-skinned enough?"

A lot of people are acting weird there.

Not many people think Lin Mo can do it.

When the director of the radio station heard this sudden episode on the radio, he also frowned with dissatisfaction on his face: "What the hell? Why did you add such a thing temporarily? Isn't this a waste of time!"

"Originally, not many people listened to this crappy program, but now it suddenly comes on, and I don’t know how much the listening rate is going to drop!"

The station director was extremely depressed and just wanted to end this bullshit program as soon as possible.

As for this guy named Lin Mo who suddenly came on stage, the director had no expectations at all!

The poems written by people from the Poetry Association are all rubbish. How can this little-known guy write anything good?

Xu Sheng sneered as he watched Lin Mo walk onto the stage.

Xu Sheng: "Then, for the sake of fairness, we let him slowly conceive it on the stage."

Lin Mo came on stage: "No need, I'll just say it."

Say it directly?

Xu Sheng was stunned.

The audience was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Lin Mo: "The poem I wrote for the Mid-Autumn Festival is called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"."

(End of chapter)