"Who are you and why are you speaking so rudely?" The middle-aged man in a gray and white robe sitting outside asked.
"Song Chi, you're the first one to come up." Gu Ronghua stood up with a look of surprise and praised, "You are worthy of being my big brother."
"Song Chi? Are you Song Chi?"
The middle-aged man who spoke earlier asked with a frown.
Song Chi is very famous, but not many people have seen him.
All eyes were on him at this moment.
"According to the rules, you have to write four poems in a row to get here. How did you get here first?"
After a brief silence, the middle-aged man continued to question.
"I am Zhang Xiangyang, the judge of Nandu Academy, and I am also the presiding judge of the final stage."
His expression was stern. "Coming up here without writing a poem is a violation of the rules and will result in immediate elimination. Do you think you can just casually enter the fifth level?"
Song Chi was slightly stunned.
It turned out that he was also from Nandu Academy. They were from the same academy, but they treated him like this, in front of so many people. In order to protect Song Ming, these people really didn't even want to pretend!
Song Chi's expression turned cold as he said in a low voice, "I just wrote four poems in a row and went upstairs, but you asked me to leave without asking what happened. Are you qualified to be the host?"
If someone respects me one foot, I will respect him one yard.
If you don't respect me, go to hell.
"You wrote four poems in a row?"
Zhang Xiangyang was stunned, then shouted, "The gong sounded on the first floor, indicating the start of the charge. Yet, such a short time has passed, and you've already reached the fifth floor. How could you compose four poems in such a short time?"
According to the normal process, every time someone goes up to the next floor, his poem will be sent to the fifth floor for them to appreciate and inform them of the result.
But Song Chi wrote poems so quickly that there was no time to record them, so how could they be transmitted in time?
"Just because you can't think of it doesn't mean I can't do it!" Song Chi said coldly, "Can I just charge up there?"
Zhang Xiangyang frowned, "Be more polite when you speak."
He was very dissatisfied with Song Chi's attitude.
The judge's position in the academy is second only to the dean. All the teachers and students in the academy are respectful to him and have never been contradicted like this.
"You scolded people without any verification, and you asked me to speak politely. Are you worthy of it?" Song Chi didn't give him any face at all.
Zhang Xiangyang's face turned cold. "Believe it or not, I'll eliminate you right away."
"sure."
Song Chi looked out the window at the north bank. "I clearly wrote four poems in a row and was the first to rush upstairs, but I was eliminated because of injustice. Let's see whether the scholars and citizens of Jiangcheng will side with me or you."
This literary gathering seems fair in every way, but in fact it is full of hidden unfairness. The scholars who participate in the literary gathering are not fools.
If public opinion really gets out of hand, they will be the ones who won't be able to handle it, but Song Chi is not afraid at all.
"You..." Zhang Xiangyang was just about to say something when a man came up from the stairs, panting.
"Song Chi has written four poems in a row, all of which have been copied onto this piece of paper."
He is the one responsible for communication.
"Really?"
Everyone present looked at each other with expressions of surprise and doubt.
Gu Ronghua wanted to say something, but was stopped by his sister sitting next to him.
Just watch the show. Talking too much at this time will only make things worse.
Zhang Xiangyang took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "Although you can go upstairs after writing four poems in a row, you can't just write randomly."
Song Chi said calmly: "Whether it is good or bad, you can decide for yourself."
“Give it to me!”
Zhang Xiangyang was furious, "I want to see what you wrote!"
He took it and looked at it carefully, then his face became dull.
"This... How is this possible? How can you write such a poem?"
"If it wasn't written by me, then it could have been written by you?" Song Chi didn't tolerate it at all.
"I see."
A man came over, wearing casual clothes. He was Wang Wen, the historian of the School of Clerks.
The School Book Office was in charge of all the major brothels and brothels, and was similar to an industry association.
Soon Wang Wen was also attracted by these four poems.
"What exactly did Mr. Song write?" Sun Qu, the dean of Huating Academy, also stood up.
He addressed Song Chi in a different way, and as a result, he couldn't move away when he got closer.
This scene surprised the others. What on earth did Song Chi write to make them lose their composure like this?
Zhang Xiangyang took a deep breath, suppressed his inner shock, and said unnaturally: "Ring the gong."
When the gong sounds, it means that someone has reached the fifth floor. At this time, the incense is lit and the time is counted. After the incense burns out, those who have not come up will be eliminated directly, and the same applies to those who are stuck on the fourth floor.
"clang!"
The gong sounds.
The expressions of the two people on the first floor who hadn't yet composed a poem changed. One of them smiled bitterly and said, "I couldn't think of one to begin with, and after the gong sounded, I couldn't compose one at all. I've given up."
He is quite free and easy.
"Brother Qin, who do you think was the first to rush upstairs?"
"That must be Song Chi without a doubt."
The scholar surnamed Qin smiled and said, "I thought Master Ming would be the winner, but now that may not be the case..."
"I hope Song Chi wins the championship."
"Me too."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
“So fast!”
"Is it Song Chi or Song Ming?" Tang Yan, who was stuck on the third floor, looked grim.
If Song Chizhen won the first place, he would become his disciple.
"Haha, Brother Tang, I'm afraid you'll need another master." Wu Hai laughed beside him.
Wu Hai is also stuck here, while Fang Yingwu has already reached the fourth level.
"Shut up!"
Tang Yan shouted angrily and then recited a poem.
"Brother Tang, your poem is so different from the one written by Song Chi..."
Tang Yan's expression was a little unnatural.
Writing poems with bamboo as the theme is still a bit unconventional, and it is difficult for him to write well.
"At least I wrote it!" Tang Yan said and went upstairs.
Fourth floor.
Song Ming had a gloomy face. He knew that he could no longer beat Song Chi, so he simply slowed down and deliberately delayed some time.
I was a little excited before, and it seemed more like reciting poetry than writing it, which might arouse suspicion.
His identity was sensitive, and winning the championship would easily attract criticism, so he had to act natural.
"No wonder he's even more arrogant than me... Turns out he's really capable."
Fang Yingwu turned to Song Ming and asked, "Mr. Ming, why haven't you written any poetry yet?"
"I need to think about it."
"Poetry about chrysanthemums shouldn't be difficult for you, right?" Fang Yingwu took a few steps closer. "After all, you already know what the exam will be about..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Ming said calmly, "I just arrived in Jiangzhou City yesterday, just like you guys. How could I know the test questions in advance?"
"but."
Fang Yingwu said to himself, "The poem you asked someone to write in advance is not as good as the one Song Chi wrote on the spur of the moment. Isn't that the most painful thing?"
"Fang Yingwu, how dare you slander me!"
"How dare I? You are the son of the Prime Minister!"
Fang Yingwu smiled, his tone full of sarcasm.
"I'll go up first."
Fang Yingwu composed a poem about chrysanthemums and went up to the fifth floor.
Song Ming's face became even uglier.
Just as Fang Yingwu said, the poem he carefully prepared was not even half as good as Song Chi's.
If Song Chi continues to behave like this, he will definitely lose this literary gathering...
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