The fourth section.

Gu Rongshan's eyebrows relaxed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower.

"Well, you are worthy of being my big brother!"

Gu Ronghua's face flushed with excitement.

Wang Wen, the historian of the School Library, Sun Qu, the president of Huating Academy, Zhou Shengyi, the president of Moxiang Academy...even the provincial chancellor Lu Xian couldn't help but stand up!

Song Chi, really wrote a nine-word quatrain!

He was ostracized and was never allowed to know the topic in advance. It was made up on the spur of the moment, and he was recited directly without even thinking about it.

"Is there really such a genius in the world?"

Cheng Hui took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

As the person who set the question, he naturally knew how difficult it was to write a nine-word poem. Even if he could write it, it would hardly be a masterpiece.

Can……

The scene was silent.

Song Chi's poem shocked everyone.

Song Ming's eyes were filled with shock, and his expression was ferocious without any concealment.

He...if he can do this, what else can't he do?

Could it be that I really can't win the first place?

"well."

Fang Yingwu exclaimed in admiration, "You have already written several excellent poems in succession, and now you have also produced a masterpiece of nine-character verses. You are the poet saint of our time!"

No one objected, even Zhang Xiangyang, Cheng Hui and others were speechless.

Because Song Chi has the qualifications!

"If I could become the disciple of the poet, I would be able to accept it." Tang Yan murmured to himself.

"How could he do that? How could he?" Song Ming looked dazed, having been severely shocked.

Song Chi turned to him.

"I know you can do it, too. If your nine-word poem about plum blossoms can surpass mine, I'll admit defeat!"