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"They're not as good as him in this round."

Xiao Feng gently waved his feather fan in his hand and looked at the Fourth Young Master with a playful look in his eyes. "That Fourth Young Master, you really don't have any sense at all. You, if you want to be in the spotlight, there's no such thing as a Fourth Young Master."

Xiao Feng said this arrogantly, but there was no trace of jealousy in his words.

Lin Feng uttered two words, "Boring."

He originally thought he would leave soon, but after the first game, he became more interested in Mu Zimo.

I don’t know if he will continue to surprise him later.

The second round was set by Han Zhong. He smiled and said, "I originally wanted to ask everyone to write a poem, but I realized that it might be troublesome if the poems were equally matched. As a second choice, how about everyone have a game of Qushui Liushang?"

"I have no problem." Tao Jing said.

"Can."

Several people nodded in agreement.

Han Zhong continued, "To increase the difficulty, each person will only have ten breaths to compose a poem. Anyone who can't finish it within ten breaths will be eliminated. The last person left on the field will be the winner of this round."

"Do you understand the rules?"

Several people nodded.

"Then let's start with the winner of the previous round, Mu Zimo, with the theme of 'Plum Blossom'. Let's begin." Han Zhong made a 'please' gesture.

After a moment's pause, Xiao Zimo spoke, "A plum tree with branches as white as jade stands far away, beside the village road and the creek bridge. I wonder if the flowers bloom first near the water? I wonder if the winter snow hasn't melted yet."

The people around couldn't help nodding when they heard this poem.

Han Zhong pointed at Tao Jing.

"The theme is chrysanthemum."

Tao Jing pondered for a while and soon came up with a poem.

"Autumn bushes surround the house like those of Tao Yuanming's, the sun gradually sets around the fence. It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, but after this one blooms, there are no more flowers."

Every time Han Zhong pointed at someone, that person would compose a poem. After the first round, everyone finished within ten breaths.

"In the second round, everyone must complete their task within eight breaths. Those who exceed this time will be eliminated. This round begins with Jin Xuan, and the theme is the cypress tree."

Jin Xuan quickly composed a poem.

Then one round after another went by, and when it was the fifth person's turn, someone was eliminated.

"The third round begins. This time you only have five breaths."

Five breaths are a very short time, and it is not easy to compose poetry unless you are good at it.

This time, four more people were passed, including Tao Jing, leaving only Jin Xuan and Xiao Zimo on the field.

At this point, everyone has recognized his title of "scholar".

"It will take three breaths this time." Han Zhong said.

Xiao Zimo said, "Three breaths is too long. I want to decide the outcome in this round."

Han Zhong smiled and asked, "How long do you want?"

Xiao Zimo raised his index finger, "One breath."

The students around him gasped when they heard his words.

The time it takes for Han Zhong to answer the question the moment he says it is completely impossible.

Han Zhong looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure?"

Xiao Zimo nodded.

Han Zhong looked at Jin Xuan, "What do you think?"

What could Jin Xuan say? The other party had made such a proposal. If he refused, wouldn’t everyone think that he was inferior to him?

"Can."

All the students present were filled with anticipation, wondering if they could create a miracle.

Han Zhong said, "You proposed the time, so you'll start this round. The theme is 'Sunset'."