At the beginning, the school flower confession was rejected

Chapter 140 The Chongyang Poetry Club
"Old gentleman, let's not do this, are you not afraid of where I plagiarized this poem from?"

Wang Mu also stared at the old man in front of him slightly and said.

"Plagiarism? I, Ouyang Li, have never heard such a good poem in all these years. If it is plagiarism, then I must have heard the original."

The old man also frowned slightly looking at Wang Mu and said.

"My poetry is just a hobby. I still like to make movies, so I can only live up to your kindness."

Are you kidding me, Wang Mu would not go to study literature with this old man so foolishly, he is still very clear about his own connotation.

If he really came to Tianhai Chinese University to study Chinese language with this old man, he might be found out that he was a fame-seeking person that day.

So Wang Mu still refused with righteous words.

"Okay then, think about it carefully, and if you figure it out, come to me anytime."

Ouyang Li looked at Wang Mu with some regret and said.

"Thank you, senior, for your appreciation, then I will go in first?"

Wang Mu looked at the old man with a slight smile and said.

"Go in, go in!"

The old man waved his hand in disappointment, signaling Wang Mu to go in.

Wang Mu also smiled, and then greeted Su Xiaoxiao who was at another entrance, and walked into the library.

The library of Tianhai Chinese University can be described as very luxurious. Just one lecture hall can accommodate nearly 500 people, which is almost the same size as an auditorium.

After Wang Mu walked into the lecture hall, he found that there were already many people sitting there.

Today, Tianhai Chinese University is indeed the top Chinese university in China. Apart from those invited guests, there are no less than 100 people who entered by virtue of their poems.

Wang Mu stood on a high place and looked at it for a while, only to find Mr. Zhao sitting in the guest seat in the front row.

After that, he trotted all the way to Master Zhao's place.

"Well, grandpa, I came in first, please give me Xiaoxiao's invitation letter!"

Wang Mu said to Mr. Zhao.

"How did you get in? Is your invitation still with me?"

Mr. Zhao also looked at Wang Mu in surprise and asked.

"I came in through the examination entrance."

Wang Mu also said with a slight smile.

"So that's how it is. This is an invitation letter from the two of you. Go and pick Xiaoxiao in."

The old man nodded as expected, then took out two invitation letters from his pocket and handed them to Wang Mu.

After receiving the invitation letter, Wang Mu went directly to pick up Su Xiaoxiao, and then sat beside Mr. Zhao.

Compared with Wang Mu's one in France, the scale of this poetry meeting is much more formal.

After all, it was a large party held by an institution of higher learning, and Mr. Zhao, as an important member of the Poetry Association and Writers Association, was invited to attend as a matter of course, and he also presented two invitation letters.

"When you just came in, what was the question at the door?"

After sitting down, Mr. Zhao looked at Wang Mu and asked.

"Oh, it's not a problem, just let me write a poem about plum blossoms."

Wang Mu said calmly.

"Plum blossom? It's kind of interesting."

The old man heard it, nodded and said with a smile.

After that, they waited for the beginning of the poetry meeting. During the waiting time, people continued to come in one after another, but most of them were in the last seats.

After about 5 minutes, the host came onto the stage and explained the history, traditions and rules of this poetry meeting.

It was also the first time Wang Mu knew that Mr. Zhao also graduated from Tianhai Chinese University.

Moreover, Liu Muchun, the former editor-in-chief of the overseas poetry magazine, and Bai Xiaochan's grandfather are also old alumni of Tianhai Chinese University.

This also resolved Wang Mu's doubts about why Bai Xiaochan appeared here.

Afterwards, at the host's invitation, Mr. Zhao, Bai Xiaochan, Liu Muchun and other representatives with certain influence in the literary world came to the stage to give speeches.

After some simple procedures, the first competition tonight began.

Tonight is the Double Ninth Festival of the lunar calendar, so this first session is to write poems on the theme of the Double Ninth Festival.

The form of participation is in the form of voting by everyone present and judging by the judges.

【Ding!The god-level selection system starts! 】

[Option [-]: Win the leader of this Chongyang Poetry Festival.Reward: Ten centimeters longer]

[Option [-]: Give up being the leader of this Chongyang Poetry Association.Reward: Gain fifty catties]

Just when Wang Mu was about to sleep on Su Xiaoxiao's fragrant shoulder, two options suddenly appeared in his mind.

Looking at the two options in front of him, Wang Mu is also very helpless, this f*cking system is getting more and more perverted.

Now he is going to add physical damage to himself at every turn. Although he is not very fat, if he gains another fifty catties, then maybe he will lose weight.

However, the reward for the first option seems to be pretty good, an increase of ten centimeters, and it doesn't say where the increase is.

if……

Wang Mu simply gave up the idea of ​​being lazy, rubbed his forehead, and sat up.

Watching people around one after another get up and write their own poems on stage.

Wang Mu still sat firmly in his seat.

"Aren't you going to show off your style?"

Mr. Zhao looked at Wang Mu with a smile and asked.

"It's not too late to wait."

Wang Mu also smiled slightly and said.

After all, he had something in his mind, and he had as many poems about the Double Ninth Festival as he wanted.

So naturally there is no rush to go up now.

Watching wave after wave of people walk onto the stage, Wang Mucai got up and walked onto the stage.

Of course, Bai Xiaochan, whom she met before, also walked on the stage together.

Bai Xiaochan glanced at Wang Mu and walked past Wang Mu without saying a word.

Wang Mu also smiled slightly, because he saw that little girl Bai Xiaochan's ears were still red.

Walking up to a table, Wang Mu picked up the brush, and after some vigorous writing, he put down the pen and returned to his seat.

"You write so fast?"

Mr. Zhao looked at Wang Mu in surprise and asked.

"Fortunately, there happened to be a suitable poem, so I wrote it."

Wang Mu said with a slight smile.

Seeing the old man looking for Wang Mu's demeanor, he was not surprised at the moment, because Wang Mu's poetic talent did have the confidence to say such a thing.

After a long period of time, the people who went up before also stepped down one after another.

Afterwards, the host announced that the first competition would enter the judging session.

But Wang Mu still sat calmly under the stage, as if the judging session had nothing to do with him.

On the other hand, Su Xiaoxiao was watching the situation on the stage attentively.

As one poem after another was put on the big screen, it was accompanied by the professional voice of the host.

The audience is also quietly looking forward to the appearance of the masterpiece

A few minutes later, the camera also moved to the table that Wang Mu just wrote.

Afterwards, a pair of flamboyant calligraphy works appeared on the big screen.

"Wow!"

Even Mr. Zhao, who had seen Wang Mu's calligraphy, couldn't help but admire An An.

(End of this chapter)