"Has anyone read the novel 'The Return of the Condor Heroes'? Do you know what word Director Xu was referring to?"
"I haven't read it, but The Return of the Condor Heroes is just a martial arts novel. How can the poems in it compare to the exquisite writing of someone like Master Pang? Director Xu was careless!"
"But I think Director Xu might not necessarily lose, otherwise why would he be so confident?"
"Well, there's another possibility that makes Director Xu so confident: he simply doesn't know what level Elder Pang is at..."
Aside from the surrounding audience, Teacher Wang and the others who heard Xu Lu's words immediately burst into laughter.
Old Pang scoffed even more;
"Young man, although I admit that my poems are not the best, they are still passable. I believe all the teachers would agree with this."
Now that you claim to have poetry, then show it to everyone for their critique. Besides, it's not just a few random lines that can be called poetry; the cultural depth involved is immense.
"That's right! Not just anyone can write poetry. You're such a big shot, young man. Then show us what you're really capable of!"
Teacher Li, who hadn't spoken before, finally said something at this moment.
Seeing that everyone present was looking at him, Xu Lu didn't keep them in suspense any longer and spoke directly:
What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?
From north to south... a pair of travelers... old wings... through countless seasons...
In an instant, everyone around fell silent, staring blankly at Xu Lu as he recited his poem.
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