Horror Resurgence: Ma’am, Please Respect My Profession

186 Outstanding literary talent! Su Bai stole the limelight! Exploded! (Ask for a monthly pass)

Following Nangong Wan'er's voice, the other zombie sons and young ladies present also saw Su Bai!

"It's actually his poem!"

Some of the zombie girls couldn't help but light up.

Some zombie sons are whispering something to the players next to them, reminding these players whether there is this poem in the main world.

"Miss Nangong, he is a human being. Even if he is your friend, he is not qualified to engrave his name on Yunxi Tower, nor is he qualified to participate in this poetry gathering."

Song San Gongzi opened his mouth.

Su Bai stole his limelight, and now he has to engrave Su Bai's name on the pillars of Yunxi Tower!

how can that be!

When Nangong Wan'er heard his words, the suffocating energy on her body changed immediately: "So, this poetry meeting is your one-word hall? Then what's the point of such a poetry meeting."

Song San Gongzi's expression changed.

Although he is the organizer of the poetry society, it is impossible for him to have the final say.

Among the Zombie Boys and Miss Zombies present, there are still a few with a similar status to him.

Moreover, he was still a little afraid to provoke Nangong Wan'er.

"Master Song, he is using Miss Nangong's quota. As long as Miss Nangong is willing, it's fine~"

A zombie lady spoke up.

"Yes, Mr. Su's poem is really wonderful. Besides, Miss Situ has chosen this poem."

Another zombie lady spoke up.

Following their opening, the other Zombie Misses also opened their mouths.

"Master Song, this poem is really good, and it's not impossible to make an exception."

A zombie boy opened his mouth, the mentality of this zombie boy was different from those of the zombie girls.

His literary talent is not as good as that of the third son of Song, and he is not willing to watch the third son of Song stand alone. Now that Su Bai can suppress the limelight of the third son of Song, he is naturally happy to see it.

Following his opening, some other zombie sons with similar mentality also opened their mouths.

Seeing that the zombie sons and young ladies who were present all spoke up, Song San Gongzi could only agree to keep this poem no matter how upset he was.

"I'm going, what Su Bai wants to do, this Young Master Song is obviously not happy with him."

Next to the Wu family zombie in Linhai, Li Guo was puzzled.

Su Bai is obviously out of the hatred of Young Master La Song!

Immediately, a craftsman came up and engraved the poem on a pillar.

Seeing that 17 Su Bai's poems were engraved, Song San Gongzi was very depressed.

"Come on, let's go to the second floor!"

Song San Gongzi said.

Many zombies began to walk up the second floor.

Song San Gongzi led everyone to the east window. Looking down from there, he could see a lot of weeping willows by the Yunxi River.

"On the second floor, let's each write a poem about the willow, how about that?"

Song San Gongzi looked at everyone and said.

At this level, he has enough confidence, because he previously wrote a high-level poem on willow!

Yong Liu!

The other zombie boys and girls agreed.

"I'll come first."

A zombie boy was the first to write a poem.

"Okay~"

As soon as the poem came out, many zombie sons cheered.

Then, the other Zombies also wrote poems one after another, and when the Zombies finished, it was the turn of the Zombies again.

"The willows by the Yunxi River are full of green branches"

The poem of a zombie lady is not bad, and as soon as it is finished, a large number of zombie sons applaud.

"Miss Qin Yun's poem describes the willow tree absolutely, and I feel ashamed of myself~"

A zombie boy flattered.

Take the Qin family's zombie daughter with great joy.

The other zombie sons followed closely, and even the third son of Song praised a few words.

Then, the second zombie lady also started to write poems. No matter how good or bad, each of these zombie lady poems will definitely win the applause of the audience.

Some players also applauded wisely there.

Finally, except for Situ Mingyue and Nangong Wan'er, all the zombie girls finished their poems.

"I heard that Miss Situ is impressive, why don't you write a poem?"

Song San Gongzi invited Situ Mingyue.

Situ Mingyue finally spoke, with a cold voice: "No, I'll just watch."

Song San Gongzi didn't force it. He was about to release his poems when his eyes swept to Nangong Wan'er again: "Does Miss Nangong still have poems?"

"Have."

Nangong Wan'er stood up and looked at the willow tree outside the window, her red lips lightly parted:

"Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and thousands of green silk sashes hang down. I don't know who cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"Miss Nangong's poem is amazing!"

As soon as Nangong Wan'er's voice fell, a zombie boy couldn't help but boast.

"Indeed, this poem is very delicate in terms of conception and description. Compared with it, my poem seems a little ridiculous."

Another zombie boy said.

"I don't know who cut the fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors! Wonderful!"

The other zombie sons also opened their mouths one by one.

What's different from complimenting other zombie girls before is that this time, they really think this poem is good.

aside.

The look in Song San Gongzi's eyes sank again.

He was originally preparing for his final appearance to suppress the audience with a poem.

However, as soon as Nangong Wan'er's poem came out, Song San Gongzi realized that his poems were out of the question!

Song San Gongzi glanced at the player beside him, who quickly shook his head.

On the side, there are several zombies who are quickly flipping through the poetry collection of the main world, but obviously they have not found it!

hateful!

"Miss Nangong, did you write this poem yourself?"

Situ Mingyue spoke at this time.

Nangong Wan'er shook her head and said, "No, this poem is still given to me by Mr. Su!"

Situ Mingyue looked at Su Bai and showed an expression that was as expected.

"Wow, it was made by Mr. Su again, Mr. Su is a genius!"

A zombie lady couldn't help praising Su Bai.

It's Su Bai again!

There was anger in Song San Gongzi's eyes again!

But in public, he was not easy to get angry, not to mention the factor of Nangong Wan'er.

He had no choice but to suppress his anger abruptly.

"Miss Nangong, are you attending the poetry party this time, or is it Mr. Su who is attending the poetry party?"

Seeing that many zombie young ladies were praising Su Bai's poems, Song San Gong held back his anger and asked.

Nangong Wan'er looked at him without showing weakness: "Is there any difference? Mr. Su is my friend. If I participate, it means he participates!"

Song San Gongzi was stunned when he heard the words!

"Young Master Song, it doesn't really matter, just treat Mr. Su as Miss Nangong and participate~"

Immediately, a zombie lady came out to support Su Bai.

Others also complied.

"Does Song Gongzi still write poems?"

Nangong Wan'er looked at Song San Gongzi and asked.

"certainly!"

Although the third son of Song thought that Su Bai's poems were good, he did not admit defeat.

He also published his own poems.

His poems are actually not bad, but they are more than a grade worse than Su Bai's.

After all, Su Bai's song is a classic masterpiece that even elementary school students can memorize.

In another world, pupils would recite that which means the poem is really good!

"Now, let's vote for Shi Kui!"

This round is more democratic, and it is different from the first floor. After all, the first floor itself is written to appreciate the beauty of Situ Mingyue.

After Song San Gongzi finished speaking, he was still very personable, and gave his vote to a zombie lady.

He still has a certain amount of confidence, after all, his poetry is not bad, and he considers himself to be very charismatic.

But immediately, he was dumbfounded.

because.

The zombie lady he voted for, in a blink of an eye, voted for Su Bai's poem!

The other zombie girls also voted for Su Bai.

Zombie sons, in addition to a few who have a very close relationship with him, there are also several who voted for Su Bai.

then.

This layer of Shi Kui fell on Su Bai again!

If Song San Gongzi wasn't a zombie, his face would have turned into a pig's liver now.

Zombies were born expressionless and saved him, but didn't let him lose his temper!

However, in his heart, he was so depressed that it was about to explode!

Although he was about to explode with anger, Song San Gongzi still maintained his demeanor.

Invite everyone to the third floor.

In the middle of the third floor, there is a pot of peony flowers in full bloom.

That's right, the poem on this floor is to describe this peony flower.

"The only real flower in the world is the peony"

A zombie boy started first.

Then, the other zombie boys also improvised poems one by one.