"Goddess Qingyao, this is a poem I wrote especially for you with all my efforts. Do you hate me so much?"

Sheng Yangxu said with an expression that showed he had lost all hope in life.

Qingyao resisted the urge to beat someone up. She softened her tone and pointed at the mystery crystal floating in front of her.

She smiled and said, "Master Shenxu, it is obvious that your poem did not cause any reaction from the Mystery Crystal, so you should learn more about the Miracle Reappearance and try again."

Sheng Yang Nu was slightly stunned, and then he subconsciously said: "I am not Mr. Shen Xu, I am Sheng Yang Xu."

Qingyao frowned: "Is there any difference?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter.

Qi Ji just shook his head speechlessly and didn't laugh out loud.

"This young master of the Holy Family seems to have some mental problems, and his mentality is like that of a 10-year-old child." Rosetta sighed.

After hearing this, Qi Ji thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Sheng Yangxu's face turned red, and then he walked off the stage in embarrassment.

After Sheng Yangxu stepped down, a middle-aged man with a rough look on his face walked up with a look of confidence and a heart as if he did not recognize anyone.

"Miss Qingyao, I am Long Aodi. I have a certain understanding of poetry, and my style is somewhat similar to that of the Miracle Reappearance Poem."

"I have hidden it for so many years. It is time for me to show the world the talent I have hidden deep inside."

Qingyao's face was calm. She gently waved her elegant hands, indicating that Long Aodi could start showing his talents.

Long Ao thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "You are light, you are electricity, you are the big apple in my heart."

"Big Apple, Big Apple."

…

"You can stop now." Qingyao said speechlessly.

Is this also called a problem? She felt a little numb on her scalp and felt very uncomfortable.

Long Ao frowned: "Why do you want to stop?"

Qingyao was slightly stunned. Why do you want to stop? Don’t you know it in your heart?

"Is it because my poetry is not good enough? No, my brothers all say that my poetry has the style of a miracle."

When Qi Ji heard this in the audience, he almost laughed speechlessly.

Rosetta, who was standing aside, laughed without caring about her image.

Not only that, everyone present couldn't hide their smiles after hearing this.

Long Aodi was still ready to continue, but after seeing Qingyao's ugly performance.

He was still reluctant to leave the podium.

Then, a 15-year-old girl with a plain appearance, wearing a white dress and exuding a clean aura, slowly walked up.

"My name is Luo Ying, and I'm a freshman in the Saint Lea Shiao Department. I want to give it a try and see if I can break through myself."

"Luo Ying? Could it be the little princess of the Luo family?"

"It's probably nine out of ten. After all, I heard that the little princess of the Luo family entered Saint Reya, and those who can come here today have extraordinary backgrounds."

"Luo Ying is said to have a great talent for poetry. Maybe she can really create a poem that Goddess Qingyao will praise."

Qi Ji looked at Luo Ying on the stage and felt a little more curious. After all, the other party was also a freshman at Saint Reya College.

Luo Ying calmed down, thought for a while, and then slowly said: "You are the silhouette of memory under the starry sky."

"You are the light years that appear in the dim light."

"You waved your hand and gently swept away the gray dust in your memory."

"What is left is purity, what is left is an empty heart."

"Stars meet and hearts connect."

…

After hearing Luo Ying's poem, Qingyao nodded approvingly.

But her eyes were filled with a hint of regret.

The Secret Crystal did undergo some changes just now, but the degree of change was not high and the color did not change significantly.

So in Qingyao's opinion, Luo Ying's poem can only be rated half a star.

But being able to write half-star poetry when he was a freshman is enough to prove Luo Ying's excellence.

Qingyao believes that Luo Ying will definitely become a star poet in the future.

Luo Ying seemed to have realized her own result, and she lowered her head in disappointment.

Qingyao comforted him softly: "You are already very good. It won't be long before I believe you can become a true star poet."

"By the way, I'll give this to you as a gift."

Qingyao took out a piece of beautiful calligraphy and handed it to Luo Ying.

"Someone will deliver the real thing to you later."

Luo Ying opened the calligraphy and saw that it was a poem about the reappearance of miracles. She smiled and put it away: "Thank you, Sister Qingyao."

"Well, you must work hard in the future. Maybe you will become a great poet in the future."

"Is this the differential treatment of men and women? They are two extremes."

"Yeah, yeah, I feel like Qingyao's expression when she looks at that little girl is weird sometimes, like she's planning something bad."

"You weren't thinking of going there, were you?"

"Asshole, can you please straighten your mind? I am an upright man, don't lead me astray."

…

After hearing some people discussing quietly, Qi Ji was completely speechless.

These guys present seem to be a bit weird, Qi Ji thought.

Seven people took the stage again in a row, but without exception, no one wrote a star-rated poem, not even a one-star poem.

After seeing Qingyao's somewhat helpless expression, Qi Ji seemed to have thought of something interesting, and then smiled and said to Rosetta beside him.

"Are you interested in creating something on the spot?"

After hearing this, Rosetta immediately waved her hand.

"Forget it. It's fine for me to fight with others, but if I were to write poetry, it would be terrible."

Qi Ji shook his head gently: "No, you didn't write it. I wrote it for you. Just consider it a gift from me to you."

Rosetta was slightly stunned: "Isn't this bad? After all, every valuable poem can bring a lot of benefits."

Qi Ji said to Rosetta with a smile: "Don't you want me to write a poem for you?"

Rosetta immediately straightened up and said, "Yes, of course. I'll take as much as you write."

"That's all. I'll write a poem for you later, and you can recite it yourself. When the secret crystal shines, you will definitely shock many people."

Rosetta nodded gently: "Yes, if that's the case, then please write it to me."

Qi Ji thought about it for a moment, then began editing the content on the bracelet.

I built my house in a human world, but without the noise of carriages and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away and the place is far away.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountains.

The mountain air is beautiful at dusk, and the birds fly back home together.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words to explain it.

After editing, Qi Ji sent it directly to Rosetta.

When Rosetta saw the poem, her mouth opened wide.

Although it was difficult for her to understand the mystery behind the accident, her intuition told her that this poem was not simple!