Chapter 1970

Chapter 1970

"Do you have the guts to compete with me?"

In order to win the beauty's heart, Zhou Shaotian wants to compete with Tang Yu on the spot.

"Okay, no matter what you want to compete with, I, Tang Yu, will accompany you to the end!"

Seeing that Tang Yu agreed without hesitation, a smile appeared on Zhou Shaotian's lips as if he had succeeded.

"Then I'll compete with your best at reciting poems. I wonder if you dare?"

Hearing Zhou Shaotian's request to recite a poem to write a poem, Tang Yu also sneered: "Why don't you dare."

"OK!"

Then, in full view of everyone, Zhou Shaotian continued in a leisurely tone.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered."

“Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes.”

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In an instant, the whole place fell into deathly silence.

Everyone looked at Zhou Shaotian with wide eyes and disbelief. No one expected that such a beautiful poem came from Zhou Shaotian's mouth.

Seeing everyone's shock, Zhou Shaotian felt happy, and his eyes looking at Tang Yu became more and more contemptuous.

This poem was written by twenty poetry masters. With this poem, Zhou Shaotian was confident that he could defeat Tang Yu and win Jiang Yingxue's heart.

"What a spring silkworm! It seems that we have underestimated Zhou Shaotian. Such a meaningful thing is enough to prove Zhou Shaotian's talent in poetry and poetry."

"Yes, I didn't expect Zhou Shaotian to be able to write this poem. Even if I was given ten years, I wouldn't be able to finish it! Zhou Shaotian is worthy of being the crown prince of the Great Zhou Empire. We really admire him!"

"Hey, I originally wanted to shine at the fraternity party, but now it seems that I have no chance."

For a time, the whole audience was talking, and Zhou Shaotian's poem also caused quite a stir.

Even Jiang Yingxue looked at Zhou Shaotian in surprise.

Based on her understanding of Zhou Shaotian, the latter should know nothing about poetry and poetry.

The next second, Jiang Yingxue looked at Tang Yu again, a hint of worry flashed deep in her beautiful eyes.

"Tang Yu, what do you think of my poem?"

"Of course, if you think you are no match for me, Zhou Shaotian, you can also admit defeat in public. As long as you personally apologize to me, Zhou Shaotian, then this matter will be over."

Zhou Shaotian showed off his power, as if Tang Yu had already lost to him in his eyes.

However, facing Zhou Shaotian's provocation, Tang Yu sneered and the sneer on his lips became thicker.

If it were a competition with anyone else, Tang Yu might really be worried about losing to Zhou Shaotian.

But in terms of his ability to recite poems and compose poems, Tang Yu ranks second, and no one dares to rank first!

"Zhou Shaotian, you better not show off such a bad poem. Not to mention me, even the poems written by my three-year-old Tang Dynasty child are better than this poem!"

"You want me to admit defeat? You, Zhou Shaotian, are not qualified yet!"

Tang Yu's voice was not loud, but it was loud.

As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar!