Chapter 178 Seven-step Poem
"This is definitely not a poem you can write!"
Chen Xuansi felt like he had something stuck in his throat, but he still wanted to refute: "Poems of this level are definitely better than those of the great masters. You are so young and inexperienced, how could you have the state of mind to write such poems?"
"Uncle, what you said is wrong. You can't write it, but you don't allow Eleven to write it?"
Chen Baiguang stood up to defend Eleven at this moment: "It was you who came to mess with it, wasn't it? It was you who said that I would give in three moves, wasn't it? Now Eleven has written three songs in a row, and it's you who is questioning it again, isn't it?"
"It's fine if you're targeting my dad, but you don't even consider the occasion today. Second Uncle, what do you want?"
When Marshal Chen heard this, he felt something was not right, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"Humph, stop talking nonsense. If he can write a poem with a sarcastic meaning and make me unable to follow the scene, I apologize to your father."
Chen Xuansi got anxious and started to apologize: "And I won't bother your father again in the future. I, Chen Xuansi, say this."
When Chen Baiguang heard this, his expression immediately became serious and he looked at Shiyi again.
If my second uncle never troubles my father again, future birthday parties will go much more smoothly.
Chen Xuansi was still purposeful and directly restricted Lin Shiyi's performance.
Even Marshal Chen became serious.
"Eleven..." After a few seconds, Chen Baiguang suppressed all his emotions and spoke to Lin Shiyi with a meaningful tone.
Lin Shiyi did not speak, but nodded and stepped forward: "If I write a poem with a satirical style, will Vice Chairman Chen really apologize to Chen's father?"
"I am the great Vice Chairman Chen. My words are as good as gold and I never speak empty words." A fierce light flashed in Chen Xuansi's eyes.
The three poems just now were so shocking that I couldn’t catch them all.
It is different with satirical verses.
As long as the quality is not as bad as the three poems in "Spring Thoughts", basically anything can be accepted.
"This guy definitely didn't climb to the position of vice chairman by relying on connections," Zhang Jiahao exclaimed.
Chen Xuansi was clearly at a disadvantage, but he was able to turn the disadvantage into an advantage with just one sentence.
If you can't continue the conversation, just apologize to Marshal Chen.
It's all bullshit.
How could it be possible that the satirical verses could not be connected?
As long as you want to connect, there is nothing you can't connect.
Just like Zhang Jiahao's previous 'idiot' poem.
If you want to take it, you can still do it, but it will cost you some face.
The three poems of Spring View are different; they are too shocking. Unless another poem of the same quality can be produced.
Otherwise, you won't be able to accept it at all, and accepting it will only bring humiliation upon yourself.
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Shiyi began to move.
He took the first step and pretended to think.
Immediately, he stared at Chen Xuansi with a scrutinizing look.
When he took the third step, he began to recite a poem:
"Cook the beans and make soup, strain the beans and make juice."
Chen Xuansi felt his whole body tremble when he was stared at by the other party, and when he heard him recite two lines of poetry, he immediately frowned.
What kind of satire is this?
Even Tang Zhendong snorted: "If you don't, your ability to perform is limited. If you don't perform well, do you want to use crops as an analogy?"
Soon, Lin Shiyi reached the fifth step and recited two more sentences:
"The firewood is burning under the pot, and the bean is weeping in the pot."
When he read this, Chen Xuansi's expression changed.
Tang Zhendong immediately calmed down. Experience told him that if he continued to argue, he would be slapped in the face.
Chen Xuansi's eyes began to become complicated and his expression was wonderful. I don't know what he was thinking.
When Lin Shiyi reached the seventh step, the last two lines directly sublimated the entire poem:
"We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other?"
After hearing the last two sentences, a different kind of brilliance flashed in Chen Xuansi's complex eyes.
From complexity to amazement, to shock, and finally his entire face was filled with deep guilt.
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