Almighty Star Daddy

   "Haha, dumbfounded." Xiao Pang Xie listened to "Birch Forest" twice in a row, and almost jumped up excitedly, waiting for Tian Yadong to come out and slap him directly.

   But after Tian Yadong had a problem, it was like the world has evaporated, and never appeared again. Indeed, Han Mo's works no longer need him to comment.

  Cheng Yang was completely stunned. At first, he invited Tian Yadong to come over. He was not righteous, just to increase his winning chips, and now even this chip is gone.

  Just now everyone was playing Han Mo's songs in a loop. At this moment, it has alleviated, and the screen is once again occupied by comments from netizens.

   "Kneel to Han Mo, and within a few minutes, I can play and sing and compose a song."

   ""Birch Forest" is not a song, but a story."

   "Oumaika, Han Mo is my god, and Lu turns into a fan."

  Han Mo looked at the constantly scrolling comments on the screen, his eyes darkened a bit.

He is indifferent to fame and fortune, but he is not stupid enough to be fooled. In this farce that Cheng Yang wrote and directed, and Tian Yadong didn’t have the right to stand in and staged a farce, Han Mo didn’t want to bother at first. In order to support his fans, he came. Now, the second question raised by Tian Yadong, which neither represents the Writers Association nor Cheng Yang, is ridiculous, but he still answered it.

  But now...Han Mo let out a cold snort.

  Cheng Yang personally pushed himself to the forefront. He didn't expect that Han Mo could really compose poems on the spot or if the subject scope was specified. He knew that even a professional poet would not be able to produce a few classic poems in his lifetime. What makes him even more unable to close now is that even the last such excessive question Tian Yadong asked was answered by Han Mo, and he really made a song on the spot.

  Netizens kept scrolling the screen and asked Cheng Yang to come out and give an explanation. He initiated this challenge and he must show up at the end.

  Cheng Yang wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote in the input box. He has been in the writing business for more than 20 years. This is the most difficult text he has written.

   "The horse knight is very good, this is the end of the challenge."

  Netizens didn’t expect Cheng Yang to come and knock on the screen, "Nani?" "Watt?" "What a magical plane."

  Cheng Yang is ready to go away. The embarrassment and guilty conscience have filled all his emotions. For the first time, he wanted to run away so embarrassedly.

  Han Mo glanced at what Cheng Yang said, and pressed his thin lips slightly. He knew Cheng Yang’s mood at the moment, and wanted to escape?

  He quickly typed three words on the keyboard, "Wait a minute."

When Cheng Yang saw the message popped up by the horse knight, he trembled and stared at the screen in a panic. He thought that Han Mo was just a newcomer in his twenties. He might write a good article, but there is no city, whether he wins or loses himself. They could be quelled. At this moment, Cheng Yang stared at the screen and swallowed hard.

   "The horse knight is talking, he asked to wait a moment, everyone don't leave."

   "Yes, don't leave. Don't leave someone who has lost."

   "Let’s wait for Han Mo to say something."

  Han Mo directly clicked the entered text and sent it.

   "Since it is a challenge, I have finished answering my question, now it's your turn."

  It's your turn!

  It's you!

   "Han Mo challenged Cheng Yang?"

   "Counterattack! Must counterattack!"

   "Haha, I will say that line for the horse knight, and I will fight if I refuse to accept it!"

  Peng Ye suddenly laughed when he saw the message popped up by Han Mo, and slapped Zeng Ying, who was leaning against her and staring at the screen together, on the thigh. Zeng Ying let out a scream.

   "Master Peng, why are you excited to beat me." Zeng Ying rubbed her thighs with both hands.

   "Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm so happy. This is the knight. If you dare to come, I dare to beat back fiercely. If the tiger doesn't show its might, we really treat me as meow."

  Meng Si put his hands on his hips, "This kid really gives me a long face." Then he laughed and continued to look at the screen.

  Xiao Pang drew a can of beer in one breath, then stomped the can heavily, and shouted at the screen fiercely, "What's the matter, yes, Cheng Yang, it's your turn!"

Cheng Yang took a deep breath. Just now he was embarrassed and guilty. The question he had thought about for so long was unexpectedly solved by Han Mo. However, in terms of literary creation, he is quite confident, not to mention one of the best in Beidu, but for sure. It was in the forefront, and he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

  Just as everyone was waiting for Han Mo’s question, his third message popped up on the screen.

   "I won't make this topic. Give the power to all fans on the scene. Everyone can make the topic, and then everyone chooses the one with the highest vote, which is the topic I made today."

As soon as this sentence came out, it exploded in an instant. Fans didn’t expect that Han Mo would leave such an important thing to them. Just saw that his idol was treated unfairly, and the other party’s arrogance was still so arrogant. There will be fire. Fortunately, Han Mo won, and he has done so well. Now it's up to them.

  "The horse rider can rest assured and promise to complete the mission."

  "It’s not good for me to write poems by myself, but I’m an expert at writing questions for others."

  Netizens are actively taking action. The number of online netizens is astonishing, and everyone is brainstorming.

  "A group of amateurs, what storms can they cause." Cheng Yang's mouth flicked with disdain.

  Fans also have special organizers. Similar to the fan support group, the leader and other fans also know. After Han Mo’s message popped up, he took everyone to reopen the building to vote.

  The screen that was still active just now was quiet for an instant, and there was nothing. Time passed by. Han Mo, like Cheng Yang, didn’t know what the final question was.

   "Peng Ye, I'm nervous." Xiao Mei suddenly held Peng Ye's arm.

   "What are you nervous about?" Peng Ye asked in a loud voice.

   "I don't know, but the screen is suddenly quiet, and I feel nervous inexplicably."

  Peng Ye glanced, smiled and shook his head.

  Cheng Yang lit a cigarette and only took a puff. The smoke rose slowly and spread out in the room. He fixed his eyes on the screen, pinched the cigarette with his fingertips, and squinted his eyes slightly.

  Suddenly, the fans who disappeared collectively just now appeared instantly, and the message of the fan representative popped up on the screen.

  "After we voted, the topic with the highest number of votes was selected."

  Cheng Yang opened his eyes wide, holding his breath, waiting for netizens’ questions to appear.

  Han Mo didn't know what the question was beforehand, and he was staring at the screen now.

  "Please use a pair of antonyms as the topic and write a poem. Before, the horse rider only took three minutes to answer Mr. Cheng Yang's question. Now Mr. Cheng is also asked to answer our question within three minutes."

  "The timing begins."

  Xiao Pang also participated in the question. After some netizens raised this question, they all felt good. The final vote was indeed the highest. He also voted for this question himself. At the moment when the question came out, Xiao Pang Xie was very excited.

   "An antonym, this is too difficult, Peng Ye, you usually like poetry so much, do you have a clue?" Zeng Ying looked at Peng Ye with a dazed expression.

  Peng Ye rolled his eyes, "If I have a clue, I won’t be a poet, and I'll take you little girls every day."

   Antonyms? Make a poem?

  There is no shortage of professional poets in the crowd watching the game behind the scenes. Seeing this topic, he quickly picked up a pen and moved quickly in his mind.

  The moment he saw the screen, Cheng Yang's brain was blank, with antonyms as the title, antonyms...

  Time goes by every minute and every second. When waiting for others, I always feel that the time is very long, but when I answer the question, time seems to fly by. Cheng Yang's cigarette had long been pinched out in the ashtray, and the pen in his hand quickly drew on the blank paper, with scraps of writing paper scattered on the side.

   has entered the countdown phase, twenty seconds, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds...

  Cheng Yang put his hands on top of his head, almost mad, his thoughts were completely frozen, but the time did not stop, and the countdown continued.

  Three seconds, two seconds, one second

  "Time is up." The fan generation message pops up again.

   "Teacher Cheng, please send the finished poem to the page."

  Everyone's attention falls on the screen, just like the result of paying attention to Han Mo just now.

   "The time is up, hurry up."

   "Yes, what are you waiting for?"

  Fans kept urging.

  Suddenly Cheng Yang’s name appeared on the page, “It’s impossible to write a poem in such a short period of time.”

   "Han Mo just answered your question in three minutes." The fan representative is also not welcome.

   "But this question is more difficult, even Han Mo can't answer it." Cheng Yang didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Han Mo could do it. The antonym was the problem, which was simply embarrassing.

  Netizens did not expect that the vice chairman of the Tangtang Beidu Writers Association could say such a thing. The fan representative was suddenly surprised by Cheng Yang’s shameless behavior and other netizens were shocked.

   "Is it difficult to answer the question by myself?"

   "I am speechless, only 10,000 times."

  If it weren't for the screen, Xiao Pang really wanted to give Cheng Yang a face.

  All kinds of sounds are overwhelming.

  But the person who should be the most vocal at this moment did not speak.

  Han Mo’s slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, glanced at the content he had finished typing, and clicked to send.

  His information was suddenly inserted into the noisy screen, and the fans' eyes widened unexpectedly.

  "Far and near

  You,

  Look at me for a while,

  Look at the clouds for a while;

  I think,

  You are very far away when you look at me,

  You are very close when you look at the clouds. "

  The author of this poem is Gu Cheng, the poet of Han Mo's original world. This poem is only six short sentences, but 27 words expounds a wonderful and long-lasting philosophy. The distance and the near here are antonyms but they are not used to describe space, but the distance between heart and heart. The author presents a picture with two levels, telling the profound spiritual connotation of getting along with each other.

  As soon as Han Mo’s poem came out, fans instantly boiled over. Among his fans, there were not only fans, but also many poetry lovers. Everyone knew poetry.

  "Who said the question is too difficult, no one can answer it in such a short time. Have you seen it? Just ask if it hurts."

  ""Far and Near", a good poem, this is no longer a mere description but an artistic conception."

   "I can't imagine that such a high-level work can be made in three minutes at my fingertips."

  Not only fans but also some professional poets, they also sincerely praise Han Mo.

  Cheng Yang twisted his eyebrows, staring at Han Mo's poem, his mouth twitching constantly.

  The fans who like Han Mo were not ready to release Yang. They were originally angered by his shameless behavior. At this moment, Han Mo is using his strength to slap his face.

  Han Mo's fans are in full swing.

  Suddenly, a post popped up on the screen. The title of the book was Zhang Xiaofan, Chairman of the North Capital Writers Association.

"The horse knight deserves to be a young talent. When he read "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" for the first time, he was attracted by the author's talent. Later, the birth of a series of works is even more impressive. The most eye-opener for Zhang is today’s live creation. Xiao Cheng also admired the horse knights before and deliberately included him in the writers’ association, but after considering that he is a newcomer and at such a young age, he came up with such a quiz today. . Through this platform, I announced that the Royal Horse Knights will be officially invited to join the Northern Capital Writers Association, hoping that the Royal Horse Knights can create more and better works."

  Han Mo sat in front of the computer and glanced lightly at what Zhang Xiaofan said.

  He has never met Zhang Xiaofan, but he has heard from Wang Lei before that Zhang Xiaofan’s works have won many awards, and some of his works have been translated into multiple languages, which is not much in the country, but it is very influential in the literary circle of Beijing. He has very old qualifications, and the intellectuals in the northern capital give him a lot of face.

  The sudden appearance of Zhang Xiaofan surprised everyone. Even the Beidu Writers Association had never thought of Zhang Laohui's sudden voice.

   People who had bubbling up just now did not dare to say anything. Those who had not bubbling a moment ago even pretended that they were completely absent. For a while, the people from the Northern Capital Writers Association disappeared collectively.

  Only Cheng Yang bit the bullet and came out, “Lao Zhang said that we had long wanted to invite the horse knights into the Northern Capital Writers Association, but we have not found a suitable opportunity.”

  Han Mo did not immediately answer. He knew that Zhang Xiaofan had come out to save the field. He might have been watching the battle behind the screen long ago. He only appeared at this time, just to help Cheng Yang save his face.

  Netizens are very acquainted. Since Zhang Xiaofan came out, they have not screened anymore, leaving space for Han Mo to talk with people from the Writers Association.

  Zhang Xiaofan’s invitation has passed for a while, and the chairman of the Northern Capital Writers Association personally invited the horse knights to join.

  Han Mo looked at the screen and left the keyboard with both hands.

  Because Han Mo did not make any statement, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely embarrassing.

  An outsider would definitely not know what kind of personality Zhang Xiaofan actually is, but the attitude he showed at this time was on the same level as Cheng Yang, and his message appeared on the screen again.

   "I don't know if the horse rider accepts our invitation."

  It’s not easy to join the Writers Association of the Northern Capital, and it was personally invited by the Chairman of the Writers Association. The netizens did not scan the screen, but they all hoped that Han Mo could agree.

  Han Mo glanced at Zhang Xiaofan's words.

  "Do you think he would agree?" Wang Qian looked at Li Manli and Guo Tao, but the two beside her did not speak.

  Meng Si stared at the screen, he didn't know how Han Mo would answer.

  Netizens are waiting for Han Mo to appear, Zhang Xiaofan and everyone from the Writers Association are looking at the screen.

  Can join the Northern Capital Writers Association, or the chairman of the Northern Capital Writers Association personally invites.

  At this moment, the horse knight’s account appeared on the screen.

   "Thank you, I do not accept."