shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 696
Yuan Ruxin suddenly stood up.

"Are you kidding me? Did you make a mistake? This childish girl is only four and a half years old. How could she win the prize?"

How good can a poem written by a child be?

Yuan Ruxin's eyes could not hide the jealousy.

Bai Zhi'er also followed Nuo Nuo and said: "Yes, how could it be me? I just handed in a blank piece of paper!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people around were taken aback.

Yuan Ruxin was also taken aback: "Blank paper?"

Several shopkeepers looked at each other and frowned in confusion.

The waiter in the shop quickly pointed the piece of paper signed by Zhizhi to the guests present.

"How can it be blank paper? Every word and every sentence is a classic."

Bai Zhi'er immediately stepped forward with small feet and took a look.

She pursed her lips: "This is not my word."

Four shopkeepers hurriedly gathered around: "How could this happen? It's not a poem written by Miss, so how could it be signed and written in Miss's name?"

Bai Zhi'er blinked her round black eyes: "I don't know either."

The little guy found his own among the poetry papers collected from the side.

"Here! You see, I haven't written anything but my name."

Bai Zhi'er showed the paper to everyone and showed it around.

A shopkeeper was puzzled: "Miss, since you are participating in the poetry meeting, why do you submit a blank?"

Bai Zhi'er's long eyelashes fluttered, and she glanced at Yuan Ruxin: "There is a childish ghost who insists on pulling me to play with her. In order to perfunctory her, I had no choice but to do so."

After all, the little guy thinks that poetry society is just a game for cultivating sentiment.

And the gathering of the four shopkeepers cannot prove who is the well-deserved number one.

Yuan Ruxin couldn't help herself when she heard the words, and walked quickly onto the round stage.

"Since this is not her poem, then her No.1 cannot be counted. If the four shopkeepers follow fairness, they should choose a new one!"

The guests below echoed and said: "That's right, shopkeepers hurry up and choose a new leader!"

The four shopkeepers had to choose again.

Bai Zhi'er returned to her seat with the piece of paper pretending to be her poem.

Yuan Zhen took a look, and he read: "The autumn wind is long and the sound of osmanthus is long, and the sky is long and the shadows of geese are rare. This person must have some talent. Could it be that he is a good friend of Junior Sister, in order to help you win the competition?"

Bai Zhi'er raised his watery black eyes and looked around the teahouse.

There was no one she knew well.

The little guy shook his head.

"Although I don't know what happened, it's not my poem, so I can't admit it."

Yuan Zhen said with a smile: "Junior sister seeks truth and is pragmatic, and senior brother feels ashamed."

With long curled eyelashes hanging down, Bai Zhi'er stared at the few short lines of poems on the paper.

She kept the man's handwriting in her heart.

In order to get No.1, Yuan Ruxin stood on the round platform, watching the four shopkeepers whispering and discussing who is the leader.

In the end, under her extremely expectant eyes, the four shopkeepers asked the waiter to come up with the latest winner.

"The one at the Gui character table, Mr. Xu Zhong."

Yuan Ruxin widened her eyes, looking at a young man in plain clothes standing up at the table.

"Thank you shopkeeper!" The young master named Xu Zhong happily walked up to the round platform.

Yuan Ruxin sized him up from head to toe.

Wearing a light blue double-breasted gown, the cuffs were washed white.

With a thin and thin body, it seems that he has not had enough to eat all year round, and he can fall down when the wind blows.

Yuan Ruxin said angrily, "Wait!"

(End of this chapter)