Horror Resurgence: Ma’am, Please Respect My Profession

186 Brilliant Literary Talent! Su Bai stole the limelight! It exploded! (seeking a monthly ticket)

Following Nangong Wan'er's voice, other zombie princes and ladies present all saw Su Bai one after another!

"It turned out to be his poem!"

Some zombie girls couldn't help but their eyes lit up.

Some zombie masters were whispering something to the players next to them, asking them to recall whether there is this poem in the main world.

"Miss Nangong, he is a human being. Even if he is your friend, he is not qualified to engrave his name on Yunxi Tower, nor is he qualified to participate in this poetry meeting."

Third Young Master Song spoke.

Su Bai stole his limelight, and now he wants to engrave Su Bai's name on the pillar of Yunxi Tower!

how can that be!

When Nangong Wan'er heard his words, the evil spirit on her body immediately changed: "So, this poetry meeting is your one-word house? Then what's the point of such a poetry meeting?"

Song Sangongzi's expression changed.

Although he is the organizer of the poetry club, it is impossible for him to have the final say on his own.

Among the zombie boys and girls present, there are still a few who are of similar status to him.

Moreover, he was still a little afraid to mess with Nangong Wan'er.

"Young Master Song, he is using Miss Nangong's quota, as long as Miss Nangong is willing, it's fine~"

A zombie lady spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Su's poem is really wonderful, besides, Miss Situ has chosen this poem."

Another zombie lady spoke.

As they spoke, other zombie girls also spoke.

"Young Master Song, this poem is indeed good, and it is possible to make an exception."

A zombie boy opened his mouth, and the mentality of this zombie boy is different from those zombie ladies.

His literary talent is not as good as that of the third son of Song, and he is not willing to see the third son of Song in the limelight alone. Now that Su Bai has dominated the limelight of the third son of Song, he is naturally happy to see it.

Following his opening, some other zombie masters with similar psychology also opened their mouths.

Seeing that the zombie sons and ladies present all spoke, no matter how upset Song Sangong was, he could only agree to keep this poem.

"I'll go, what Su Bai wants to do, Mr. Song is obviously upset with him."

Next to Linhai Wu's zombie, Li Guo was puzzled.

Su Bai is clearly trying to arouse Master Song's hatred!

Immediately, a craftsman came up and carved the poem on a pillar.

Seeing that 17 Su Bai's poems were engraved, Song Sangong was very depressed.

"Let's go, let's go to the second floor!"

Song Sangongzi said.

Many zombies began to walk up to the second floor.

Song Sangong led everyone to the east window. Looking down from there, he could see many weeping willows beside the Yunxi River.

"On the second floor, how about we each compose a poem chanting willows?"

The third son of Song Dynasty looked at everyone and said.

At this level, he is confident enough, because he wrote a poem chanting Liu with a high level before!

Yong Liu!

The other zombie boys and girls agreed.

"I'll come first."

A zombie boy took the lead in composing a poem.

"Okay~"

As soon as the poem came out, many zombie sons called it good.

Then, other zombie boys also wrote poems one after another, and when the zombie boys finished, it was the turn of those zombie ladies.

"Willows by the Yunxi River, full of emerald branches"

A zombie girl's poem was not bad, and a large number of zombie boys called it good as soon as it was finished.

"Miss Qin Yun's poem describes the willow tree absolutely, I feel ashamed~"

A zombie boy kissed his ass.

The zombie daughter of the Qin family was ecstatic.

The other zombie sons followed closely behind, and even the third son Song followed suit with a few words of praise.

Then, the second zombie lady also started to compose poems. No matter whether the poems of these zombie ladies are good or bad, every one of them will definitely win the audience's applause.

Some players also applauded there with interest.

Finally, except for Situ Mingyue and Nangong Wan'er, all the zombie ladies finished their poems.

"I heard that Miss Situ is amazing, why don't you write a poem?"

Song Sangong invited Situ Mingyue.

Situ Mingyue finally spoke, her voice was cold: "No, I'll just watch."

The third son of Song didn't force it, he was about to release his poem, when he glanced at Nangong Wan'er again: "Miss Nangong, do you have any poems?"

"Have."

Nangong Wan'er stood up, looked at the willow tree outside the window, her red lips parted slightly:

"The jasper is as tall as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who will cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"Miss Nangong's poem is perfect!"

As soon as Nangong Wan'er finished speaking, a zombie boy couldn't help boasting.

"Indeed, this poem is very delicate both in terms of conception and description. Compared with it, my poem seems a bit ridiculous."

Another zombie boy said.

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors! Wonderful!"

The other zombie masters also spoke one after another.

The difference from complimenting other zombie ladies before is that this time, they really think this poem is good.

aside.

The expression in Song Sangongzi's eyes sank again.

Originally, he planned to make his final appearance and suppress the audience with a poem.

However, as soon as Nangong Wan'er's poems came out, Third Young Master Song realized that his poems were beyond his reach!

Third Young Master Song glanced at the player beside him, who quickly shook his head.

On the side, several zombies were flipping through the poetry collection of the main world, but obviously they couldn't find it!

hateful!

"Miss Nangong, did you compose this poem yourself?"

Situ Mingyue spoke at this time.

Nangong Wan'er shook her head and said, "No, this poem was still given to me by Mr. Su!"

Situ Mingyue looked at Su Bai, showing an expression that really did.

"Wow, Mr. Su made it again, Mr. Su is a genius!"

A zombie lady couldn't help but praise Su Bai.

It's Su Bai again!

There was anger in Song Sangong's eyes again!

But in public, he is not easy to get angry, besides, there is Nangong Wan'er's factor.

He had no choice but to suppress his anger.

"Miss Nangong, are you going to participate in the poetry meeting this time, or Mr. Su?"

Seeing many zombie girls praising Su Bai's poems, Third Master Song held back his anger and asked.

Nangong Wan'er looked at him without showing any weakness: "Is there any difference? Mr. Su is my friend, and if I participate, it means he will participate!"

The third son of Song Dynasty was stunned when he heard the words!

"Young Master Song, it's actually okay, just pretend that Mr. Su is Miss Dai Nangong and participate~"

Immediately, a zombie lady came out to support Su Bai.

Others also responded.

"Does Mr. Song still want to compose poems?"

Nangong Wan'er looked at Third Young Master Song and asked.

"certainly!"

Although Song Sangong felt that Su Bai's poems were good, he did not admit defeat.

He also released his poems.

His poems are actually not bad, but compared with Su Bai's, they are more than one level worse.

After all, Su Bai's song is a classic that was selected into the textbook before time travel, and even elementary school students can memorize it.

In another world, elementary school students will recite that, which means that this poem is really good!

"Now, let's all vote for the poem champion!"

This round is more democratic, unlike the first floor, after all, the first floor itself is written to praise Situ Mingyue's beauty.

After the third son of Song finished speaking, he was still very gracious, and gave his vote to a zombie lady.

He still has a certain degree of self-confidence. After all, his poems are also good, and he thinks that his personal charm is also outstanding.

But immediately, he was dumbfounded.

because.

The zombie lady he voted for suddenly voted for Su Bai's poem!

The other zombie girls also voted for Su Bai.

Among the zombie sons, apart from a few who had a particularly strong relationship with him, there were also several who voted for Su Bai.

then.

The top poet of this level fell on Su Bai again!

If Third Young Master Song wasn't a zombie, his face would probably turn pale as a pig now.

Zombies were naturally expressionless and saved him from losing his composure!

However, in his heart, he was already so depressed that he was about to explode!

Although he was about to explode with anger, Third Young Master Song still maintained his demeanor.

Everyone is invited to the third floor.

In the middle of the third floor, there is a pot of peonies in full bloom.

That's right, the poem on this floor is to describe this peony flower.

"The only true flower in the world is the peony"

A Zombie Boy starts first.

Then, the other zombie boys improvised poems one by one.