Yan Qi flexed his muscles and looked at Ding Song with a smirk on his face: "Dean Ding, it's my turn to pose the question now, are you afraid?"
"I...am I afraid?"
Ding Song was obviously feeling a little guilty now. He didn't stump Yan Qi with his questions. Now the best he could do was a draw with Yan Qi. How could he be happy?
If Yan Qi is a great Confucian and a great writer, we can barely accept a draw with him.
However, Yan Qi is an unknown person, even a low-level servant. How embarrassing would it be if we had a draw with him?
I am the dean of Wiaoyu Study Room.
Nowadays, the best situation is a draw.
Ding Song suppressed his anger and scolded Yan Qi with cold words: "You are just a servant, will I be afraid of you?"
Yan Qi nodded pretendingly: "Yes, I am just a servant. I just have better luck. How can I be real?"
Ding Song curled his lips: "You still have some self-awareness."
Yan Qi continued to hide her clumsiness: "To be honest, I can only wash dishes. How can I be right? Although I can ask three first couplets, my level is limited. I can think of one first couplet in an instant. It's good. ”
"Besides, even if I come up with a pair, it will be a vulgar work with no technical content. If I say it in front of so many talented people, I'm afraid it will taint everyone's ears."
Everyone laughed.
Ding Song began to feel proud again: "I didn't expect you, a little servant, to know your own worth. Anyway, I won't make it difficult for you. Since you are afraid of making a fool of yourself, there is no need for you to make a pair. This game can be considered a draw. "
"How can that be done?"
Yan Qi puffed up his chest and said: "The competition is just a competition, how can I give up halfway? Although I am a young servant, I also understand the principle of consistency. Even if it is to show one's shame, I have to fight hard."
After hearing this, everyone nodded secretly, this little servant knows etiquette.
Ding Song hummed, "You kid, why don't you give up? With your level, what kind of couplet can you make? It's crooked, I can make the second couplet in a minute."
Yan Qidao: "That's natural. Who is Dean Ding? He is a leading figure in the literary world of Jinling. He has a quick mind and is very good at pairing. It only takes a minute to match my pairing."
"You must have told the truth."
Ding Song sat in the upper position with dignity and waved his hand confidently: "Don't waste time, come up with the questions quickly, everyone can witness, I can answer the questions fluently in just a few minutes."
Some students flattered Ding Song.
"Dean Ding's couplets are very profound, his wit is quick, his flexibility is profound, and I really envy him."
"What I'm saying is that Dean Ding is my idol. In terms of couplets, who can be better than Dean Ding."
"Dean Ding can match Yan Qi's couplets almost without thinking."
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When Ding Song felt comfortable being flattered, he proudly said humbly: "Oh, what you said are all facts, but there is no need to keep it in mind when we all know things."
day!
Yan Qi admires Ding Song's ability to pretend.
This guy has been pretending for many years and his skills are extremely profound. I have to learn from this pretender's experience. Why does he pretend so naturally?
Yan Qi also echoed: "Dean Ding, then I will propose a question."
Ding Song said: "Hurry up and come up with the questions so that we can move on to the next step."
Yan Qi thought about it for a long time without saying anything.
Ding Song sarcastically said: "You haven't read the book, but you have to forcefully hold back a pair. It's really difficult for others, haha."
After a long time, Yan Qi said with regret: "It's not easy to finally find a match after holding it in for so long."
Everyone laughed.
Seeing how difficult Yan Qi's question was, Ding Song was no longer afraid. He sipped tea and said leisurely: "Hurry up and tell me the couplet. I, the dean, am impatient to wait."
Yan Qidao: "Lonely and cold, I am a widow with an empty window."
Ding Song was drinking tea. Hearing this, he spurted out a mouthful of tea. He looked at Yan Qi blankly, his eyes widened, and the tea splashed on his clothes, but he couldn't care less.
The students and teachers were also stunned.
An Qing's beautiful eyes glanced at Yan Qi, her clear pupils shot out with dazzling splendor. She also didn't expect that Yan Qi was really absolutely, truly absolutely absolute.
Yan Qi came up to Ding Song with a smile on her face: "Dean Ding, I've made a fool of myself. I haven't read a book and have no knowledge. I can just wash dishes and wash dishes. The couplet I came up with is really crappy, and it didn't surprise Ding. Is it long?"
Ding Song hesitated and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "How could it surprise me? No, absolutely not."
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song with admiration on her face: "I don't have to surprise Dean Ding, so I'm relieved. Dean Ding, aren't you anxious to move on to the next step? Please come up with the second line quickly. I, Miss An Qing , and all the talented people are waiting."
"This...this...I'm not in a hurry, no hurry, no hurry. I'll drink some tea first to nourish my stomach."
Ding Song was sweating profusely: Damn it, Yan Qi is deliberately making things difficult for me.
Lonely and cold, a widow with an empty window, all wearing treasure hijabs, very neat, with profound meanings, extremely elegant, this is clearly an eternal absolute. '
In terms of difficulty, there are ten plus signs.
How right?
That’s right! That’s right!
Yan Qi's face was full of curiosity: "Dean Ding, you have drank ten cups of tea, right? Are you still drinking? Don't you wet your pants?"
"Yan Qi, you are so presumptuous."
Ding Song stood up suddenly: "Why are you talking to me? How can I wet my pants when I am a great scholar?"
Yan Qidao: "Since you are a great Confucian, then you are a good match. Can a great Confucian who only drinks tea be considered a great Confucian?"
"This..." Ding Song was so choked that he rolled his eyes.
Yan Qi said: "Dean Ding, it's been a long time. Please answer it quickly. Is this question difficult for Dean Ding?"
Ding Song's face turned purple from holding back: "It's not difficult, of course it's not difficult. Who am I? I'm knowledgeable and talented..."
Yan Qidao: "I think so. The talented people all said just now that Dean Ding's pairing is just like playing, and they are all working together while talking and laughing, especially for a pairing that is not popular like me. It’s even more handy. Dean Ding, am I right?”
"This... is probably... so."
Ding Song hesitated, feeling extremely guilty. His head hung so low that he wanted to get it caught in his crotch.
At this time, he regretted it very much.
Just now, I shouldn't have bragged, but now I can take the stairs up to the room, but how can I get down?
These students are even more hateful, they are completely trying to flatter me!
Ding Song was uneasy and didn't know what to do.
Yan Qi hit the snake with the stick and said: "Dean Ding, it's been half an hour. You are right."
Ding Song didn't dare to speak.
Yan Qi chuckled: "Isn't it possible that Dean Ding can't forgive me? Could it be that I, an unscrupulous couple, actually stumped Dean Ding?"
"nonsense!"
Ding Song slapped the table, raised his face that was purple and blue from holding back, and said angrily: "What's wrong with me? I'm just thirsty and want to drink a few more cups of tea. Why are you so anxious? Do you believe it?" What kind of decency is it to verbally slander a generation of great scholars?"
Yan Qi laughed.
At this moment, looking at Ding Song was like looking at a clown.
