"Dong!" the sound of gongs and drums rang out, and the servant shouted, "Begin."
The twenty contestants began to think. This time, Xiao Moer didn't start writing right away, but instead held the pen and pondered. As Qin Yuxuan started writing, he glanced at the little guy and saw that he was still thinking.
The spectators outside the stadium scanned everyone's appearance. Qin Yuxuan, who had been so generous and brilliant before, naturally received special attention, and the young Mo came in second. Being young, it was still easy for people to overlook him.
"Look, number 30 is leading the way again this time."
"Judging from the situation, the winner today will most likely be between him and Number Two."
"The little guy who used to pick up the pen quite quickly is now silent. Is he no longer able to do it?" Someone stared at Xiao Moer, and seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he couldn't help but look down on him.
"He's just a kid. It's good enough that he can make a couplet."
"He was so quick with it before, I guess this little guy must be really good at making pairs."
"I was hoping to see him make it to the end, but it seems hopeless."
Bei Yutang, standing in the crowd, didn't feel anything, nor was he worried. However, the servant who followed Qin Yuxuan saw this and couldn't hide his gloating expression.
The leader this time must be his young master.
That little guy came here just to make up the numbers.
Seeing that he was about to leave in the next round, the servant's mood became very good.
Shopkeeper Fu glanced at the incense and reminded those who hadn't started writing yet, "Time is running out. Half a cup of tea is not even halfway through."
"I was hoping to see what kind of poem that kid could come up with, but now it seems like that's out of the question."
"Look at that little guy, he's quite calm and doesn't seem panicked at all." Someone couldn't help but admire Xiao Zimo.
Among a group of adults, he, such a small person, was standing on a stool and writing, which was completely unique. It was hard for him not to attract attention.
Seeing that time was almost up, Xiao Moer finally started to write. He wrote very quickly, and it was obvious that he had already thought it through.
At this time, Qin Yuxuan had already finished writing the poem and asked the servant to take it away.
He looked at Xiao Moer and saw him writing calmly.
"Boom!"
The gongs and drums sounded, and the servant said to all the contestants, "Time is up, please stop writing."
When the sound of gongs and drums sounded, Xiao Moer calmly put down his pen.
"Now, we'll start broadcasting in order."
The servant began to distribute the papers according to the number plates, starting from number two and going through the rounds. When it came to number thirty-seven, the servant spread out the papers and placed them in front of everyone.
"Always laugh, laugh at the ridiculous people in the world; be broad-minded, tolerate the things that are difficult to tolerate in the world." An old man stroked his beard and read the poem carefully.
"Good, very good." After tasting it carefully, the old man couldn't help but praise it.
"I really didn't expect this little guy to be so powerful."
"This boy is truly impressive."
"Incredible, incredible. This boy will become something great in the future."
A young scholar shook his head and said, "He's only a few years old, and yet he can produce such poetry, surpassing all the others before him. Amazing, amazing! I admire him."
"Tsk tsk, I think this guy is comparable to the child prodigy in the capital." Some people couldn't help but compare Xiao Moer with the legendary child prodigy.
"That's too much. He's not even as good as that child prodigy." Someone objected.
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