Is this even considered poetry?

But Ye Qiu didn't pay too much attention and waited quietly for Li Yuanxiu to open his poem.

After taking a deep breath, Li Yuanxiu said seriously, "Mosanti, wait here for a while, let's continue reading Ye Qiu's poems."

"Okay, I also want to see just how incredible Ye Qiu's grades are."

Mosanti clenched his fists. He was clearly not satisfied with the Grade C result, but he had no way to refute it. Even if he did, it would be useless and would only make him a laughing stock. So Mosanti could only accept the result.

Because the scores given by the three masters were the same as those given by the computer system, he could refute the three masters, but he could not refute the system's rating, especially since the two ratings were exactly the same.

Li Yuanxiu put down Mosanti's papers and slowly picked up Ye Qiu's.

At that moment, many people in the scene held their breath and became tense.

Even the three masters and Wang Xiaocao on stage were extremely expectant and extremely nervous.

Ye Qiu's true talent will be revealed in his performance on the day.

Meanwhile, all the live streaming rooms were buzzing with excitement, with everyone waiting for Li Yuanxiu to recite Ye Qiu's poem.

"We must defeat Mosanti."

Wu Manman nervously gripped the hem of her skirt, barely daring to breathe.

On the stage, Li Yuanxiu finally slowly opened Ye Qiu's paper and was immediately surprised, attracted by Ye Qiu's elegant and unrestrained handwriting.

But Li Yuanxiu knew that now was not the time to appreciate the calligraphy. He looked at the title of the poem, the three characters "Jiang Jin Jiu" (Bring in the Wine), and they immediately caught his eye.

"The name of this poem is 'Bring in the Wine'. I'll just read it to you."

Li Yuanxiu closed his eyes slightly, calmed himself down, and began to recite the poem:

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening..."

boom.

After reciting only two lines, Li Yuanxiu trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

The other two masters also reacted strongly, their eyes widening.

The outcome was already clear from those opening lines. Ye Qiu's suppression of Mosanti was a complete dimensional reduction attack; the two were not even on the same level.

Even knowing the outcome, the two masters were still eager to hear Li Yuanxiu continue reading.

Mosanti's face was as pale as paper, and he swayed, almost losing his balance.

At the same time, the various live broadcast rooms and the audience at the scene were all in an uproar.

"What Mozanti? He dares to compare himself to Ye Shen? Damn it, Ye Shen's beating of him is like a dimensional reduction attack. Keep reading, keep reading, I want to hear more."

"Holy crap, Ye Shen is amazing! I'm going to send him ten space rockets!"

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, black as silk in the morning and white as snow by evening? This poem made me cry."

"Master Ye is awesome! Master Li, keep reciting! Don't get flustered."

Both the viewers in the live stream and the audience at the venue were eagerly urging them to hurry up.

Li Yuanxiu snapped out of his daze, composed himself, and forced back his excitement to continue reading...