“We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other…” Chen Xuansi didn’t even have the strength to stand up.
This poem covers the entire process from the time Chen Xuansi's father was born to the present.
This poem was actually used in ancient times when brothers killed each other.
It is not an exaggeration to use it to describe and metaphor Chen Xuansi now.
He had a poetry contest with Lin Shiyi, but he didn't even write a single poem during the whole process. How embarrassing.
"I..." Chen Xuansi opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a few words for a long time, and finally collapsed weakly on the chair.
"Seven steps... Seven steps to compose a poem..." Zhang Jiahao was shocked and amazed by Lin Shiyi's speed in composing poems.
At the beginning, it takes ten steps to start writing a poem, then thirty steps, and twenty steps.
Now I can compose a poem in seven steps, and I write while doing it!
what does that mean?
He has the talent to become a forum master!
With a bang, Tang Zhendong kicked Xu Zixiang's seat and flew into a rage: "I've told you several times not to make noise, why are you disturbing me? It makes me feel uneasy now."
The seat was kicked away and Xu Zixiang lost his balance and fell flat on his face.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
I thought to myself, I didn’t say a word the whole time, so how could I be taking the blame for no reason?
After fully waking up, Chen Xuansi's face was filled with fear: "Can you tell me, how old were you when you started writing poetry?"
Lin Shiyi thought for a moment and said, "I just felt like writing a few poems today."
“Puff~”
At the same time, Chen Xuansi's eyes became bloodshot and he fainted.
Listen, is this what a human being says?
Uncle Chen has been dealing with all kinds of negative emotions since he came here, and Eleven is adding fuel to the fire.
"Second Uncle!" Chen Baiguang trotted over and helped his uncle drink: "Second Uncle, don't faint yet. I haven't apologized to my father yet!"
"Hurry, send him to the hospital." Marshal Chen waved his hand, and two or three security guards rushed in and carried Chen Xuansi away.
Then Chen Yi stopped them all and said, "I can deliver it myself."
"Her ability to withstand pressure is really poor. She's even worse than Aunt Jiang and Aunt Bian." Lin Shiyi complained silently.
In the end, the farce ended with Chen Xuansi fainting and being sent to the hospital.
The party is still going on.
It didn't end until seven in the evening.
Before the guests arrived, they all wanted to win over Vice Chairman Lin.
The talent he displayed at the banquet was terrifying.
Now, at the young age, he has a seat in the Hanzhou Association and will surely become a prominent figure in this association in the future.
If we don’t win them over now, when will we?
Wei Dalong, in particular, approached him and said, "Vice Chairman Lin, are you interested in following me?"
"Don't try to get close to him or win him over. He is mine." Chen Baiguang immediately dispelled Wei Dalong's idea.
Eleven is your own.
When Wei Dalong heard that Chen Baiguang had refused on behalf of Lin Shiyi, he wanted to say something, but then he thought of what happened between the little bald man and his adjutant, 展噷流.
Shit, is the little bald guy thinking something wrong?
"Little bald head, you misunderstood. I don't want to steal your boyfriend, er... girlfriend..."
Wei Dalong tried to explain: "What I mean is that I recently opened a music company. I heard that Vice President Lin's musical accomplishments are as great as those of a god of music. I want to hire him to come to my company and be a chief musician."
"Chief musician? There is such an identity?" Lin Shiyi was stunned.
"No, the chief musician is here to show how special you are." Wei Dalong smiled and said, "I'll give you 90% commission."
Chen Baiguang stopped in front and said, "Eleven is a grateful person and will not leave Kaifan. Dalong, you should give up this idea."
"Oh..." Wei Dalong lowered his head and sighed. Why is his childhood friend such a pedantic thing?
I don’t care who I like, I just like men, no, boys…
Is it what people often call 㱕...腐男 on the Internet?
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