Need for a Guard

The chubby talented man felt sadly that he had consumed as much as two catties of fat in thinking hard tonight. .

He sneaked up in front of Zhu Yan, with a bitter face, cupped his hands and begged: "Great talent Zhu, I beg you, we have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the present, please let me go, please? I beg you to compose a song." The real wine poetry, let me be freed? Don't draw with me again..."

Although Zhu Yan was talented and learned, she even wrote dozens of bad poems, and she was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit.

But thinking that as long as I persisted until Shi Yue appeared, my father could get his wish and sit on the throne of the Imperial College, even if I vomited ten or a hundred times, I would still be willing!

He looked at the fat talented man sympathetically, shook his head and said, "Brother, my inspiration has gone to my grandma's house today, and my poetry writing level is about the same as yours. Brother, you should persevere! Hey... I I don’t even need to hold on for a long time! At most...at most five more poems..."

The fat talented man's face turned green with fright, and tremblingly begged: "Great talented Zhu, please let me go! Let alone five poems, even one, I can't do it."

Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen have been watching the scene with cold eyes, quite anxious in their hearts!

Of course, the most anxious of the three was Meng Chen - he knew the effects of the aphrodisiac well, and after three hours, the effects of the aphrodisiac would evaporate completely.

And at this time, it happened to be at the end of the three hours!

That is to say, in case Shi Yue is not exhausted on the bed, in case Shi Yue came to participate in the competition, based on his knowledge, it is probably no problem for the group to win, then wouldn't his own strategy of preventing Shi Yue from taking the written test be in vain?

Moreover, Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen were all well aware of Zhu Yan's weird behavior, and guessed that Zhu Yan must have expert advice behind her.

Otherwise, even if Zhu Yan used her toes to compose poems, she would definitely not be so disgusting!

The purpose of Zhu Yan's doing this is obviously to delay the competition, so that Shi Yue has the hope of participating in the competition. .

Although it is clear that Zhu Yan's naive strategy can be seen through, there is no reason to expose him, and because Bai Mochou sits in charge and acts as a judge, Zeng Shan dare not use power to force him - unless Zeng Shan has a gentian, Want to touch a tiger's ass.

But at this moment, the critical moment has come, and Meng Chen knows that if the delay continues, the situation will become more complicated.

Seeing that the fat talented man thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a poem, Meng Chen thought that the opportunity had finally come, he walked forward anxiously, pointed at the fat talented man's nose, and shouted: "Young master, you are stupid!" Is it? Since you can’t make a poem after thinking about it, why don’t you throw in the towel? Do you think that Zhu Dacai can win by anyone? Hmph... I’ve been putting up with you for a long time.”

Bai Mochou frowned, pointed at Meng Chen and said angrily: "You bastard, step down! If you dare to meddle in the competition indiscriminately, be careful that I, the censor, will punish you for a serious crime."

Bai Mochou was furious, Meng Chen didn't dare to speak anymore, he hurriedly bowed his head and retreated out, but he was secretly pleasantly surprised, and knew that he had already achieved remarkable results for the fat talented man.

As the saying goes, a clever woman can't cook without rice!

Fat wits don't have 'rice', nor are they 'clever women', and after writing dozens of poems, the thoughts in their minds have reached the limit, reaching the critical point of collapse, how can they still write poems?

At this time, the fat genius was cut off by Meng Chen's stern voice again, his brain was overloaded in an instant, he lost the consciousness of thinking, and was in a mess!

He shook his head in pain, cupped his hands and admitted defeat to Zhu Yan: "Young master Zhu, I surrendered, you... you won!"

"What? You...you surrendered?" Zhu Yan was a little dazed, and said: "How can you admit defeat? How can you admit defeat?"

Li Xianyu, Bai Su, You Lan, and Hong Xing, the four beauties, could not help trembling when they heard the fat talent admit defeat, their beautiful eyes were full of reluctance, and they simply couldn't accept the disappointing ending in front of them.

Li Xianyu's charming eyes were full of gloomy sadness, sighed and murmured: "Little Shitou didn't come, Little Shitou didn't come..."

Zeng Tong and Zeng Shan couldn't help laughing out loud, Zeng Shan coughed lightly, and said loudly: "Since this fat genius has surrendered..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw Bai Mochou, furious like a raging leopard, rushing up to the fat talented man, his eyes full of the majesty of a superior, he asked the fat talented man, "Who told you to admit defeat? Who told you to admit defeat? Who the hell told you to admit defeat? Try saying it again?"

The invisible coercion and aura of the superior enveloped him like a rainbow, frightening the fat talented man to his face pale and his heart trembling.

He hurriedly waved his hands and said tremblingly: "No...no...I didn't admit defeat, I really didn't admit defeat..."

Bai Mochou laughed triumphantly, looked back at Zeng Shan's perverted and twisted face, and said with a smile: "Old man Zeng, listen, he didn't admit defeat, you are too happy."

Pointing at Meng Chen's greasy face, he said disdainfully, "You think you, Meng Chen, are the only ones who can scare people? How dare you play big swords in front of the hooligans? Tell you, when the hooligans scare people, you Meng Chen didn't know What is it!"

Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen felt ashamed, so they had no choice but to back away embarrassingly.

I thought very sadly in my heart: in the future, you must never play a hooligan in front of a hooligan, because you will never be able to play a hooligan.

Hong Xing, You Lan, Li Xianyu, and Bai Su jumped up happily again.

Bai Su took Li Xianyu's little hand, and proudly said: "Little Yu'er, how powerful is my father? Who dares to confront my father, and a mouthful of spit flies over him, and he will obediently raise his hand and surrender."

Bai Mochou turned around, grinned at the fat talented man, "Since you don't admit defeat, why don't you hurry up and write poetry?"

The fat talented man's face was earthy, flustered so badly, he stammered: "Do it! I'll do it now! I'll do it..." Suddenly he rolled his eyes and passed out stiffly.

Whoa!

No one expected this dramatic scene...

Zeng Tong shouted excitedly: "He fainted! He passed out, haha! Great! He lost, he lost..." There was a red light on his face.

How could Bai Su, Li Xianyu, Hong Xing, and You Lan, who were dancing, expect such an accident to happen?One by one stiff there, I don't know what to do!

Bai Mochou was so angry that she just wanted to go crazy, she kicked the faint fat genius' butt, and said in a daze, "You really don't want to make me feel like a bastard."

"God's will tricks people!" Faced with such an unexpected result, Bai Mochou had no choice but to sigh heavily.

I thought with shame in my heart: Little rascal, you little rascal, I, this old rascal, have tried my best for you, so don't blame me again!

Zeng Shan observed the fat talented man carefully for a long time, and confirmed that he had no possibility of waking up. Then he took a breath and said loudly: "This young master has fainted and cannot participate in the competition. Only young master Zhu is left. , I declare now, Mr. Zhu..."

"Who said there is only one genius left?" Zeng Shan hadn't finished speaking when he heard a thunderclap from the sky.

When all the talented people heard the sound, they all looked up!

boom!

A crisp sound...

A strong and tall body leaped majestically from the third floor and stood firmly on the table in front of Zeng Shan.

Look calm, unscathed!

He looked down at Zeng Shan from a high position, and said with a smile, "What? Mr. Zeng? In your eyes, I, Shi Yue, am I not a genius?"

[Author's digression]: This is the fifth update!I really admire myself, in fact, Luna is too sleepy to keep his eyes open. After finishing writing, I feel a sense of accomplishment and enrichment. Life requires enrichment!