"Brother, have you finished writing already?" Lavie asked in surprise.

"No way? It's only been a few seconds and my brother already likes a poem." Mitty said, covering his mouth.

Qi Ji looked like a master at this moment, and his face seemed to be saying how lonely it is to be invincible.

"Well, it's just a poem, it only takes a few seconds. Wei'er, Di'er, if you don't have any ideas, you can write one. I'm counting on you."

After hearing what their brother said, Ravi and Miti looked a little embarrassed.

Because they have never written poetry. At most, they wrote some essays when they were in school.

"Brother, I can't write." Mitty said with his head down.

"Neither can I."

Hearing what La Wei and Mity said, Qi Ji comforted them: "Weier, Dier, just write whatever you want. Maybe you have a talent for this."

Just write it down? After hearing this, Ravi and Mitty were a little speechless.

Just write it casually, do you think you are performing a miracle again?

"Okay." Mitty said weakly.

Then she lay on the stone table, tapping the paper with her pen.

Lavie shook her head helplessly. Although she couldn't write poetry, she was ready to give it a try.

They didn't have much curiosity to read the poems written by their brother.

After all, my brother's handwriting is a bit sloppy and looks a bit like graffiti, which does not arouse any interest in reading.

Half an hour passed quickly...

Nearly half of the people have submitted their poems.

However, Qi Ji did not submit it immediately. After all, Ravi and Miti had not finished washing yet. More importantly, he came here for entertainment.

It took Mitty half an hour to write 4 lines of poetry, while Ravi wrote 5 lines.

This speed is indeed very slow, but considering that I am a novice, it is understandable.

Qi Ji felt that this quiet atmosphere made him very bored.

What else can you do when you are bored? Of course, play with cats.

Although the ball in the pocket is only the size of a fist, you can still stroke it with your two fingers.

You know what, Qi Ji felt that petting Tuanzi was completely different from petting his domestic cat in the past.

"This little guy is sleeping like a dead pig. I can't even stroke him like this. Is he trying to act like a plant cat?" Qi Ji sighed speechlessly.

Time passed in this enjoyable cat-stroking process, and the one-hour creation time was up.

Qi Ji glanced at the poems written by Ravi and Miti, and with his strong memory, he memorized them in his mind with just one glance.

At this moment, Qingyao had already collected other people's poems.

She was a little surprised to see that three people chose to sit at the back.

Qingyao walked slowly to the three people and collected the poems one by one.

She didn't pay much attention to the content of the poem, but when she saw Qi Ji's graffiti-like words, she was a little dazed.

This is probably just graffiti, and the number of characters is so small, only 10 characters in total, and you still want to become my disciple? Qingyao frowned, thinking speechlessly.

However, Qingyao only thought about these in her heart and did not show them.

After collecting all the poems, Qingyao returned to the front position.

At this moment, there was a yellow wooden table with exquisite carvings and an elegant official hat chair.

After seeing that kind of table and chairs, Qi Ji inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

Isn't that typical Ming and Qing furniture? No, although it is very similar, this style is more peculiar. The patterns seem to be similar to the appearance of some mountain and sea beasts. Qi Ji thought.

Qingyao slowly sat down on the chair and began to look up the poems carefully.

The first poem was written by a girl named Anna, from Xingchen No. 1 Affiliated Middle School.

Qingyao slowly began to recite the poem submitted by Anna.

"Blue sky, white clouds."

“The sky has its own blueness, and the clouds have their own whiteness.”

…

“You’re in it, open up.”

"Where are the dreams and the longings?"

After reading the poem, Qingyao shook her head slightly.

This poem is not bad. Although it meets the standard, it is far from what Teacher Kamé requires of his disciples.

"Anna, 61 points."

After hearing this, Anna asked nervously, "Sister, did I pass the first round of assessment?"

Qingyao shook her head. "We'll know after everyone's results come out, because the first round of assessment will admit the top 10 based on their scores."

Anna lowered her head nervously. There were about 100 people here, and she had no confidence at all to be among the 10%.

The second poem is from Wu Chaoshuai from Fengqingyun Water College.

After Qingyao saw this poem, her eyes looked a little strange, because this poem was too weird.

"Oh, I'm really handsome."

"So handsome that I envy him, so handsome that everyone else eclipses me"

"He's handsome until dark, and handsome until the sun rises."

"He's so handsome that he can enter the heart of a beautiful woman and even her dreams."

“I’m really handsome, so handsome that it brings me a lot of troubles.

"He's so handsome that I can't help myself. I miss him every night."

"Is it okay if I'm not handsome?"

After hearing this poem, everyone present burst into laughter.

After hearing this poem, Qi Ji also felt that it was unique.

Poetry in this world is the carrier of mystery.

And what is this poem about? It is completely fabricated, and it is too fake.

"Brother, this poem is really funny. The person who wrote it is so narcissistic." Miti laughed.

It’s so funny. After hearing this, Qi Ji’s forehead was filled with black lines.

Where did she learn the word "Mi Mitty"? It's so inappropriate to hear it coming from a cute little girl like her.

"Di'er, where did you learn the word 'funny' from?" Qi Ji asked curiously.

After hearing this, Mitty blinked her big eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, didn't you ask me to learn from you? The word "doubi" is very novel, so I wrote it down."

After hearing Miti's explanation, Qi Ji felt so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the tofu.

I seem to have led Little Mitty astray. I remember that when I first met her, she was a perfectly good kid.

But now, Mitty's style seems to have changed, she is less quiet and more quirky.

But Qi Ji thought this was a good thing, he felt closer to Miti.

"Wu is super handsome, 11 points." Qingyao said lightly.

In Qingyao's opinion, Wu Chaoshuai has no idea what real poetry is, and his poetry seems to her to be meaningless.

Qi Ji felt that Qingyao seemed a little bit vicious. Isn’t 11 points the same as blessing someone to remain single?

However, he was quite interested in Wu Chaoshuai, even though the poem did not contain any profound meaning.

However, it is full of middle school style. If it is sent out on some joke web pages, it will probably attract some fans.

The third poem comes from Ai Shuiwen from Tianhai College in Haiyun Special Zone of Xingchen Country.

Qingyao began to recite again.

“I climb the mountains. I’m on the mountains.”

“On the mountain, looking at other mountains.”

"On the other mountains, there are flowers, plants and trees."

“There are bugs on the flowers, plants, and trees, and there are birds.”

"They seem to be accompanying the symphony of words of longing."

Is this poetry? This is a completely mindless narrative! Qingyao thought with a black line flashing across her forehead.

"Ai Shuiwen, 25 points."

After hearing this poem, Qi Ji shook his head speechlessly. After hearing the name of the poem, he felt that the name and the poem were quite suitable.