Even with Qinglian on stage, that kid actually managed to hold his own. He's a real oddball. What are you doing writing poetry when you're a movie star?
Zhou Wenhao was quite depressed.
As the president of a modern poetry association, his poetic talent is only average.
It's such a waste that this kid surnamed Xu, a guy who works in the film industry, has such great poetic talent.
If such poetic talent were given to Zhou Wenhao, what immense value it would bring!
Thinking about this made Chairman Zhou even more depressed.
He thought for a moment, then quickly sent a private message to the hermit Qinglian:
"Qinglian, no matter what means we have to use, we must suppress them today."
"As long as you win, I'll recommend you to become an honorary director of the association..."
...
Xu Lu curled his lip upon seeing this message, thinking to himself:
"Only two rounds, and this guy surnamed Zhou is already getting impatient. He really has no composure at all."
The Modern Poetry Association has chosen someone like this as its president; it seems to have no future.
"And you think you can impress Qinglian Jushi with just an honorary director position? You're dreaming!"
Of course, complaints aside.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Lu also sent a message back:
"Quiet down, I'm busy here!"
Upon seeing this reply, Zhou Wenhao, who had been full of anticipation, suddenly felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat.
"This kid...this kid..."
Old Zhou was so angry he almost had a heart attack; he felt a dull ache in his heart.
He quickly took a deep breath:
"I'll endure it! I'll keep enduring it! I'll settle the score with that kid after this is over!"
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