I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Copy your poems?

Bai Lin's words made Hong Mu and Cheng Yun'er a question mark, "Who would you say would copy your poems?"

Hearing the sound, Bai Lin smiled and pointed at Zhao Wencai who was sneaking around and looked around, "Who else can be, of course, our talented Zhao."

puff!

After Bai Lin finished speaking, Cheng Yun'er laughed directly, "I said Mr. Bai, no matter how you say it is the gentleman of the college, besides, you are already a fellow of the Zhongyuan University at such a young age. Would they copy your poems?"

Although Red Musk didn't speak, he obviously didn't believe Bai Lin's words by looking at his expression.

However, Bai Lin curled her mouth and said mysteriously: "If we hadn't spoken just now, he might not be able to copy, but just now deliberately revisiting the old things just to stimulate him."

"If he wants to completely step on the ground this time, he will surely repeat the old thing, use my poems to humiliate me, and make me accused of plagiarism again!"

Listening to Bai Lin's analysis, faintly, Cheng Yuner and Red Musk actually felt that there was some truth.

With Zhao Wencai's temperament, it is really possible for him to do so.

No, it's not possible, but Zhao Wencai has already acted. First, he pretended to walk past Bai Lin's desk and chair just now, and then squatted, and put the poem written by Bai Lin into his sleeve.

The whole process did not stop at the slightest, and it was done in one go.

"This guy, it's a pity not to be a thief." Bai Lin laughed, and then slowly walked into the Juwen Hall.

At this time, the three reviewers of the Poetry Contest have also been in place to announce the rules of the Poetry Contest.

The king of Chengxiang sat firmly on the lobby, exuding the grace of a literati, "Everyone, you are all outstanding literati of the Taiwu Shengguo. The poetry contest is held every year, and some literati will be recommended to the holy. This year is no exception. ."

"If there are outstanding literary talents, I will not only reward them again, but I will also make them clear to the Holy Spirit and let you serve the country."

A few words made all the literati in the hall look excited, as if they were beaten with blood.

There was only Bai Lin, who didn't change her face, and even scratched her ears disdainfully, "Who cares about serving the country? I'm only interested in that spiritual weapon."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lin deliberately pretended to be panicked and shouted: "Where is my poem? Who stole my poem that was on the table just now?"

Bai Lin's exclamation attracted all the eyes of everyone present.

When the king of Cheng Xiang in the hall saw Bai Lin, his face turned dark, "Bai Lin, what are you making up for? I tell you, if you participate in the poetry contest, you'd better behave properly, otherwise I will still chase you out. Get out."

As for the others, the gazes that looked at Bai Lin were all contempt and disdain, "This Bai Lin again has the face to participate in the poetry contest?"

"That's right, plagiarizing the poems of the academician Zhao, but also bite back. I would like to ask the poetry competition afterwards, did he not lose to the academician?"

"But it's also weird. He wasn't driven out of the house by the Bai family, why did he come back?"

"..."

The discussion kept coming and going, and for a time the whole Juwen Hall became buzzing, like a flies in a meeting.

"Quiet!" The three reviewers shouted in unison before stopping the scene.

And Bai Lin also smiled in her heart, "Forget it, maybe it was blown away by the wind, I will write it again."

His words made Zhao Wencai, who was not far away, smile.

Looking at Bai Lin’s eyes, they were gleaming with cold light, like a wolf hiding in the dark, "Bai Lin, Bai Lin, do you know anyone who will fall into one place twice? That is a fool, and You are a fool now!"

"Today I will let you revisit the scene of being thrown out of the poem contest that year! Fight with me, I can't kill you!"

Zhao Wencai looks like this, how can he have the potential to be a husband? What kind of talent can he teach?

The future of Taiwu Shengguo is worrying!

However, Bai Lin didn't care about this. Taiwu Shengguo didn't have much to do with him, so he could do whatever he wanted. The most important thing now is to take down the martial arts spiritual weapon!

After the loud sounds of gongs and drums roared, the poetry contest officially started.

Everyone has the time to think about the half-zhuxiang. After the half-zhuxiang, they have to write their own poems and works, and then read them out in public. There are three reviewers and the king of success.

For all of you here, this half-hearted time is a race against time and racks your brains.

Bai Lin was the only one, biting the shaft of the brush, looking like nothing else.

"The time is up, please write down your own poetry works." As soon as the reviewer's voice fell, all the literati were seated, picking up brushes and waving them.

There are more than thirty people in the audience. Bai Lin is seated at the back, so the time to read the poems is back.

As for the poems of these people, Bai Lin couldn't understand at all, just like listening to the heavenly book.

At school, I didn’t have to listen to the teacher so hard.

Unconsciously, Bai Lin was already groggy and fell asleep on the table.

I don't know how long I slept, Bai Lin was gently awakened by the sound of the red musk, "The son, son, wake up, it's you."

Opening his eyes, Bai Lin wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and stood up, "Hey, it's finally here for me. Comparing with you, Bai Lin's poems are just a piece of advice, please don't laugh."

After speaking, Bai Lin put her hands behind her back, pretending to have the style of the ancients when she wrote poems, and recite the poems written just now, "The origin of the Zhao family is from the vice-president, and Wen Gong Qingjie is strong. The eight buckets cover the eyes, and the hatred of things is difficult to find. If you don't explore the tiger's den, you must be gentle with the emperor, and your face is greasy and fragrant.

After reading, Bai Lin got goose bumps all over herself.

But, as soon as his voice fell,

"Come here, drag this Bai Lin out for me. Starting today, he is not allowed to participate in the poetry contest!" The angry voice of King Cheng Xiang has been heard.

The three reviewers also got up and scolded angrily: "Bai Lin, why are you still dead? You were expelled from the Poetry Contest for plagiarism before, but today you plagiarize again?"

"I am too wushengguo literati, who are clean and self-conscious. There has never been such a shameless person. You are not worthy of my too wusheng country!"

"This is the poetry contest of King Cheng Xiang, how can you allow you to wait for nonsense?"

Wow!

As soon as their voices fell, a team of armored guards poured in from outside the door, without saying anything, surrounded Bai Lin!

At this moment, Zhao Wen finally stood up, walked slowly in front of Bai Lin, put the poem that he had just stolen in front of Bai Lin, and sneered: "I said Mr. Bai, I have nothing against you, you Why do you always copy my poems?"

"Even if I don't care about it, but what is in my mind, if you copy it, can it really become your own thing?"

Zhao Wencai said this deliberately at this moment, especially in front of King Cheng Xiang, he wanted to show his generosity.

However, what people did not expect was that Bai Lin chuckled softly, "Talented Zhao deserves to be a scholar of Taiwu Shengguo. The poems written by himself are used to curse himself, which is really humble."