The literary gathering seemed fair, but in fact, there were arrangements everywhere. In order to prevent Song Chi from making it to the end, they were "deliberate".
At the second level, the academy teacher Chen Bian was arranged, and at the third level, the supervisor Liu Feng was in charge in person, and Duan Yunzhou was also arranged to compete with him, but in the end... they still couldn't stop him!
Song Ming’s mentality is about to collapse!
A useless guy who was abandoned in a small place since childhood and worked as a servant for others, actually has such talent!
It takes talent to write poetry and prose.
Song Ming does not have such talent, and his title of little poet is simply false.
But Song Chi has such talent, and it is the kind that no one can match.
what to do?
Song Ming's expression changed.
No!
I don't believe he can keep writing.
Song Ming composed a poem about chrysanthemums and went straight to the fifth floor.
In the hall, everyone was gathered in a circle with their heads touching each other, and no one even noticed him coming up.
"What are you doing?" Song Ming asked in surprise.
"Why do you say that?"
Fang Yingwu stood by with his arms folded and said, "They were appreciating Song Chi's poems. I was already like this when I came in..."
Song Ming could hear the sourness in his tone.
He didn't feel sour, but horrified.
If Song Chi can still achieve this level in the last level, he will be finished!
No, it's impossible.
Song Ming shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind and tried to calm down.
"Hey, isn't this the Prime Minister? You're very good at writing poetry, aren't you? Why are you just coming up now?"
Song Chi deliberately leaned over and asked quietly, "Are you upset that the poem you asked someone to write in advance isn't as good as mine, so you deliberately slowed down to avoid people suspecting you knew the test questions in advance?"
"puff."
Fang Yingwu, who was two steps away, laughed out loud and then added, "I just thought of something funny. You guys continue."
Song Ming had a gloomy face and didn't say anything, his eyes were full of resentment.
"I advise you to admit defeat now, so that you can save face, otherwise you will lose everything." Song Chi's face was full of sincerity.
Song Ming lost his composure and gritted his teeth, "Who do you think you are to compare yourself with me? I don't believe you can write any poem!"
These words were spoken so loudly that they woke up the people who were reading Song Chi's poems.
"cough."
Zhang Xiangyang coughed dryly, "Three people have already come up. Once the incense burns out, the final round of assessment will begin. Those who haven't come up yet will be eliminated directly."
"Please sit down and wait for a moment."
Even when facing Song Chi, he no longer had the same attitude as before, because he was indeed in the wrong.
Everyone else looked at Song Chi, with shock in their eyes. Could it be that there really were geniuses in this world?
Any one of those four poems would be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but Song Chi wrote four of them in a row.
It's unbelievable.
Seeing that he was being ignored, Song Ming became angry and sat down heavily, making a noise, and then everyone looked away.
"These are four poems written by Song Ming." The person who was previously responsible for the communication handed a piece of paper to Zhang Xiangyang.
Zhang Xiangyang took it and glanced at it. It looked pretty good, but it was nothing compared to Song Chi’s previous work. Especially since there was such a good work before, it seemed even more mediocre.
It's probably like being used to eating fine bran and being unable to eat coarse grains.
But we can't just look at the quality of the poem, we have to look at who wrote it. Zhang Xiangyang's expression immediately changed, and he exclaimed in amazement: "Mr. Ming is worthy of the title of Little Poet Sage. He can actually write such a masterpiece."
He also pretended to be intoxicated.
"I'll come and see too."
Cheng Hui, the president of Nandu Academy, also stood up with a smile. As the reserve cradle of the Literary Party, he certainly knew what to do. He had to ensure that the son of the Prime Minister won the championship at all costs.
Zhang Xiangyang handed the paper over, and Cheng Hui fell silent immediately.
With such excellent works before him, he really felt that these four poems were very ordinary. Many times, silence is a kind of attitude.
"puff."
Fang Yingwu laughed out loud again.
Song Ming glared and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I just thought of something funny." Fang Yingwu said seriously.
"It's true that a great reputation is truly worthy of a man." Cheng Hui also began to flatter him. "Mr. Ming is only fifteen years old this year. It's truly rare and precious that he has such attainments in poetry at such a young age."
As expected of the dean, his angles of praising people are tricky.
He did not judge based on the poem, but based on the age.
Cheng Hui turned to the others and asked, "Can you write such good poems at your age?"
"At my age, I know nothing about poetry and prose, so I can't compare with you at all." Zhang Xiangyang smiled apologetically. It was obvious that he had received professional training and was very good at flattery.
"I can only read poetry, but I will never be able to write it in my life."
Wang Wen, a clerk in the proofreading office, also echoed this.
"It's true that a tiger father will have a dog son." An old man sitting in the innermost part, wearing casual clothes and looking very well-maintained, sighed.
He had never spoken before, and this was the first time he spoke, and he directly pointed out Song Ming's identity.
This person is Lu Xian, the prefect of Jiangzhou.
The position of the provincial governor was only below that of the provincial governor. He was the second master of Jiangzhou and a fourth-rank official.
His words obviously carried weight, and he was intentionally reminding Song Ming of his identity.
Everyone else was shocked, and except for the Gu siblings, they all followed suit and praised him. Even Hao Yongzhen, one of the four great talents of the older generation, praised him a few words.
This is what identity and power bring.
Lu Xian sat here to help Song Ming win the championship.
How can we let the limelight be stolen by someone whose name is similar to that of the Prime Minister's son?
No one doubted the relationship between Song Chi and Song Ming.
I just thought the names were similar, which is not surprising.
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