God arresting adults slapped in the face again

Chapter 75 Destructive Strike

Wen Zhuyun, who was a year younger than him, saw it, stepped forward, and recited a song casually, which won applause from the audience.

He was about to thank Wen Zhuyun for his timely relief, but he did not expect that Wen Zhuyun threw him a copy of "Three Hundred Poems".

He even educated him outright, how could Yin Tuiguan's son be so clueless?Let's go back and consolidate the basic skills from today.

At that time, Wen Zhuyun was thin and small, a head shorter than him, but he spoke with his nostrils pointing upwards.

Yin Nuo swore that he had given Wen Jiatian a lot of face before he slapped him with a fist that made his face bloom.

However, after all, he is not a stingy person. After the event, he calmed down and thought about it.This time, his skills are inferior to others, and it should be ridiculed and ridiculed.

So after returning home, he studied poetry and books all night long, not to mention a thin "Three Hundred Poems", even the four books and five classics he recited.

When I have nothing to do, I write a poem on the subject of whatever I see.

His mother complimented his poems, and although his father did not say a word, he was not torn to shreds as easily as before.

Yin Nuo thought that his father had never praised anyone in his life, he had never criticized him, he just praised him.

So at another family gathering, he played again full of fighting spirit, just wanting to be a blockbuster among the brothers, and even to make Wen Junzi with his nostrils turned upside down.

But just when he casually made a popular and applauded seven-character quatrain, Wen Zhuyun actually wrote a seven-character song of nearly a thousand words.

And every sentence is pearly, full of allusions.Picking out four lines at random will completely abuse his hard work.

In contrast, his poetry is as simple as a beggar's broken bowl.

Just a little, he became Zhou Yu and Zhou Gongjin who vomited three liters of blood on the spot.

Although he didn't just spit out blood, he still held back a deep internal injury.

Well, well, in the end, he is still inferior to others.

He admits it!
Just when he forcibly endured the internal injury and conceded defeat, Wen Zhuyun even threw him a legend book.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and once again saw his stinking virtue with his nostrils turned upside down.

"Strengthening the basic skills is something that any child in the chief corner can do. The only basic skills are to read dead books and dead books. When you grow up, it is important to broaden your horizons and be flexible.

Yin Nuo swore that this time he did not tear the broken book to shreds in public, and he had already given his parents great face.

But he is not a stingy person after all, after thinking about it, after all, his skills are not as good as others, and it is his own fault to be ridiculed and ridiculed.

Blame it on your own strength.

So when he went back this time, he not only read all kinds of legend books, but also read the biographies of all famous people from ancient times to the present.This also includes many precious orphan books.

This time, even his father's eyes brightened when he wrote an article.

Although he still didn't praise him loudly, he never praised anyone else's biological father.His eyes lit up, absolutely admiring him.

In another family reunion, he not only took the initiative to attack, but also composed three poems, one longer and one more exciting.

Even the simple topic - "Flower Fragrance" is an extension of a wonderful story.

His mother couldn't help clapping and applauding him.

His elders and brothers also praised him.

Just when he was complacent, Wen Zhuyun came up with a magical work that no one could imagine.

Obviously, Wen Zhuyun painted it by hiding in the corner when everyone was attracted by his long talk.

At that time, out of the corner of his eyes, he looked over, thinking that Wen Zhuyun, who was writing and writing quickly, was holding back his thousand-character and seven-quee poetry.

I didn't expect it to be painting.

He couldn't help but sneer.

Just a painting, how much content can it have?To die is to draw some flowers, grass, what new ideas can there be?
It seems that his hard work day and night has finally paid off.To force Wen Zhuyun, who is known as the first genius, to be extremely poor, unable to write better poems or tell better stories,

Thinking of this, the corners of the young Yin Nuo's eyes were a little wet.

He really wanted to put his head up on his hips and laugh three times, and then taunt that fellow Wen Zhuyun, and tell him to look down on people!Call him arrogant!

But he is not a stingy person after all.

Wen Zhuyun, that dog-eyed bastard, would put [-] feet on a loser.

A person with such self-discipline would not do such a vulgar thing.

He would only step on the loser, Wen Zhuyun, and kill him! ! !

hahaha~~~
But just when Yin Nuo was immersed in his wonderful fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, the crowd of onlookers suddenly let out an exaggerated sound of exclamation.The beautiful dream of Yin Nuo was instantly shattered.

He frowned, unconvinced, pulled away the cousins ​​who were watching, and squeezed to the front to see what happened, his eyes widened suddenly.

He did not expect that Wen Zhuyun would hand over such a work.

　Yin Nuo: I don't want to throw up, I don't want to throw up~~~ Hold on~~ I really don't want to throw up~~~
　　Wen Xiaoyun: I'm not disgusting, I'm not disgusting... Hold back... I'm really not disgusting...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)