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Chapter 57 Trolls are fiercer than tigers (fourth more)
"Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong" is a poem written by Wang Jian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. In fact, it can only be regarded as suitable for the occasion, not the situation.

Although this poem is short, each two sentences are used as a layer of meaning to describe the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the feelings of Wang Yue's nostalgia for people, showing a picture of a lonely, deserted and quiet Mid-Autumn Night.

There is a bright moon and sweet-scented osmanthus in the poem, which is quite consistent with the scene in the courtyard at this time, but the feeling of worry - how can a child like Lu Yuner have it?

But it doesn't matter, because he found that any talented person in this era likes to moan without illness, and talk about all kinds of worries and complaints all day long. As everyone knows, when Liangzhou was attacked every day a while ago, he didn't see these talented people doing anything. .

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After Lu Yuner finished writing, he felt relieved, put down his brush, clapped his hands and said, "Wow, I've finally finished writing. This has exhausted all my energy. I'm afraid I won't be able to write any more poems within ten days and a half months..."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Twelve couldn't hold back the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he drank, and sprayed it out. This kid can be regarded as having obtained his true biography, and he didn't even want to be ashamed!
Unfortunately, standing in front of him was Lu Fujing.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Twelve was so excited, he knew it was a big deal...

Fortunately, Chen Qiaoxi and Wang Yunshi were talking next to each other and didn't pay attention. Zhang Twelve whispered, "I said I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe me?"

"I said I believe it, do you believe it?"

"Forehead……"

"Can you get your claws off now?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Lu Fujing was relieved, but she still whispered viciously.

If there were not so many people, she would have beaten him up!
"Oh……"

Zhang Twelve actually wanted to say that he was really innocent.

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Seeing Chen Qiaoxi and Wang Yunshi approaching, Lu Fujing adjusted her expression, and at the same time did not forget to give Zhang Twelve a look, for fear that he might say something wrong.

Zhang Twelve curled his lips, thinking that I am not stupid, can I say?
Lu Fujing didn't understand poetry, but when she saw that Lu Yuner had written it, her face didn't smell so bad, but Chen Qiaoxi could understand it, and after reading it, she knew the quality of the poem.

My nephew definitely couldn't write this poem, so there is only one truth - it doesn't seem strange that a person who can write "Drunk Spring Tower" wrote such a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, right?

With Lu Fujing's temperament, if she knew that these two people were playing tricks under her nose, she might not be able to escape the pain of flesh and blood, so Chen Qiaoxi did not expose the two of them.

That Wang Yunshi is also a person who loves poetry, when she saw the "I don't know who's autumn is lost", she was startled, and she looked at Zhang Twelve in surprise.

She had a good relationship with Chen Qiaoxi, so she naturally knew that Lu Yuner, with the realm of this poem, it was definitely not something that a kid in his teens like Lu Yuner could write.

If it wasn't Lu Yun'er, then it could only be the puzzling book boy next to him.

Wang Yunshi was suddenly a little puzzled, wasn't he a plagiarist, plagiarized a song and said it in the past, how to explain this song now, is it also a plagiarized one?

Did she misread this person?
For the first time, Wang Yunshi doubted her cognition...

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Mr. Chen next to him had finished writing. Seeing several girls gathered around Lu Yuner's table, he also leaned over to take a look.

When he read "I don't know who's fall in the autumn", he couldn't help shouting: "Good poems, good poems! Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu has such talents at such a young age, which makes us scholars feel ashamed. Only But isn’t this Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by someone? Although Mr. Lu’s poem is good, it doesn’t seem to conform to the rules..."

As soon as Zhang Twelve heard it, he was instantly angry: Labor and management worked so hard to write—— plagiarized poems, you said that they are not allowed to write poems, how about playing?

Why don't you call the Mid-Autumn Festival Cihui?
It is also the first time for Chen Qiaoxi to participate in this poetry meeting. It turns out that she has never heard of anyone who has written poems in this poetry meeting. They are all lyrics, and she didn't think deeply about it. Who knew there was such a rule!
Turning her head and casting a puzzled look at Wang Yunshi, Wang Yunshi explained with a smile: "The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival does have rules for writing lyrics. It's not that you can't write poems, but poems won't be included in the final selection and you can run for the leader. All are words!"

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve was also relieved, they were here to play, and they didn't want to pick any leader, so it was better, so he said: "The young master is here today to gain experience and practice writing, there is no difference between writing poems and lyrics. Anyway, the capital was acquired by those talented people, let's take a look."

Chen Qiaoxi also meant the same thing, nodding in agreement.

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However, with Mr. Chen's voice, the people around had already gathered around, looking at the poems on the rice paper and starting to discuss.

"Good poem, good poem! It's just that the word is too incompatible with this poem. It needs to be practiced!"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Lu's family is not stingy, he can write such a masterpiece, the rumors are wrong!"

"I heard that the Lu family has recruited a new book boy who has some skills. I don't know if the book boy wrote it for him..."

"It doesn't matter how good this poem is. Today is a comparison of writing lyrics. I guess the young master of the Lu family can't write good lyrics so he deliberately wrote poems. What a foolish plan!"

"Extremely extreme, the leader probably belongs to that Jingzhou genius..."

"Hey, you, why do you let other people's ambition destroy your own prestige? What's so great about Jingzhou's talents? Thinking of the hundreds of talents in Liangzhou, I can't compare to him alone?"

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Then this group of people was divided into the local faction and the expatriate faction, and they quarreled when they disagreed.

Zhang Twelve didn't take it seriously when he heard these people babbling with no skill at all, just a few words back and forth.

Coming from the 21st century, he has long cultivated the ability to be very calm and not panic when spamming others and being spat by others.

Don't you see, there are so many trolls on the Internet, they will start trolling at the slightest disagreement, and the ability to troll people can be said to be proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and they can troll you for hours without repeating the same thing.

After Zhang Twelve, a troll with such mediocre aptitude in the 21st century, came here, he participated in a few big and small troll battles, and he was not defeated. It can be seen how fierce the trolling environment in the 21st century is!
In this environment, if he didn't have such a little ability, he would have been blown out of anger long ago!
The sprayer is fiercer than the tiger!

(I still have to go to work on a tough weekend, but I am as efficient as me. I coded five chapters at get off work, and made a sweet and sour carp for my daughter-in-law when I came back from work, and then I did two more chapters at night! It is so productive, hahahahaha
PS: Some people say that I am single, I am wronged. . . . )
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