The talented people looked at Jie Siwen's shaky look and didn't know what to say.
This guy is so crazy.
You're all right, why are you arguing with Kong Chen?
Isn’t this pulling teeth out of a tiger’s mouth?
Although Kong Chen blocked your way to make a fortune and didn't give you water transportation approval, he wasn't so arrogant, right?
This is called disaster coming from the mouth.
Everyone hated Jie Siwen, but they didn't dare to say anything.
After all, Jie Sanjia is there.
They are made in Suzhou and have too much real power. There is no difference between messing with someone who knows Siwen and messing with someone who knows the top three.
The less trouble, the better.
Jie Siwen was so arrogant, but Jie Sanjia ignored him and said nothing. He was clearly allowing Jie Siwen to attack Kong Chen.
Jie Sanjia, Jie Siwen, these two brothers have smaller minds than a needle nose.
I can't afford to offend him, I really can't afford to offend him.
Others can't afford to offend him, but Yan Qi can.
Yan Qi dared to try a big sword in front of the King of Hell.
Yan Qixiao looked at Jie Siwen: "Are your poems first-class?"
Jie Siwen hummed proudly: "What's wrong? My poems are first-class. You little book boy, why don't you accept it?"
Yan Qi shook his head: "You seem to have said one less word."
Jie Siwen hummed: "Which word?"
"The end of the end."
Yan Qi said eloquently: "I have just informed you that although you are first-class, you are still at the bottom of the first-class. Do you understand? The bottom of the first-class."
To explain Siwen’s attitude: “One grade is the last grade, and one grade is also the first grade.”
Yan Qixiao was irritating: "I didn't say that I'm not the first class, but when you want to show off, you should tell the truth. What do you mean by always being the first class? Did you eat the last word? The first class is the first class. Waiting for the end, there is a huge difference between waiting for the end and the first level.”
Jie Siwen: "What's the difference? You're just quibbling."
"What's so quibbling about this? You want a difference, right? Come on, let me analyze it for you."
Yan Qidao: "First-class poetry, then it is also divided into first-class, first-class middle, and first-class bottom. You, the first-class bottom, are equivalent to the worst student in the top class and the worst student. In other words, you are Among the top students, the one who studies the most rubbishly. So, although you are a top student, you are also a rubbish top student."
Holy shit!
Jie Siwen rolled his eyes angrily.
What is the logic?
Why am I so confused that I become garbage?
However, it is impossible to refute.
Yan Qi clapped her fingers: "So, I would rather be a chicken head than a cow queen. Look at you, what's the good of being a top trash? The worst one, the one who beats wolves, can't keep up in studies, and falls The one with the tail is you, isn't it?"
Everyone burst out laughing.
If you want to clean up Jie Siwen, it must be this little book boy.
Jie Siwenqi's eyes almost bulged out: "It doesn't matter if I'm the bottom of the first class, or if I'm the top trash? I'm just better than Kong Chen."
Yan Qi shook his head: "Better than Lord Kong Chen? Are you so confident after saying this? Don't you think it's too early?"
Jie Siwen said arrogantly: "Why is it so early?"
Yan Qidao: "The first-class poems have just begun to be announced. There will be first-class middle-class poems, first-class middle-class poems, first-class fine poems, first-class poems, and first-class poems. If there are poems by Mr. Kong Chen in them, wouldn't you be dumbfounded?"
"Ah, this..." Jie Siwen was speechless upon hearing this.
Yan Qi pursed his lips: "So, please kneel down and pray quickly. Don't let Mr. Kong Chen's name appear in the poems that follow. Otherwise, you will be so embarrassed."
After Yan Qi said this, Xie Siwen was worried about gains and losses and was extremely worried.
Indeed.
If Kong Chen's name appears later, it will be a bad choice.
I am at the bottom of the first class, and the poems that follow are better than my own. As long as Kong Chen's name appears, I will be embarrassed.
What should I do?
Colored flags fluttered in the wind, and masterpieces were displayed one after another.
Gradually, the first grade is at the bottom, the first grade is in the middle, and the first grade is in the middle and upper grades, displayed in front of all the talents.
After the poem reached the first-class level, Yuan Bao stood on the stage on the third floor and read it loudly.
Doing so also gives the talented man a supreme honor.
Yuan Bao put on a long dress, with long sleeves fluttering, her hair flying in the wind, and her plain white skirt. Under the lingering moonlight, she looked like a fairy descending to earth, with a unique charm.
The talented people listened to the masterpieces and looked at the fairy-like ingots. They were all fascinated and felt that their trip was well worth it.
There are more than 20 first-class masterpieces.
Kong Chen sat there, as motionless as a mountain, but he felt uneasy in his heart.
Now, I have read it to the first level.
If you don't have your own name in the first class, then your reputation will be lost.
It’s such an ordeal.
Jie Siwen was also suffering from the same pain, for fear of pronouncing Kong Chen's name.
Yuan Bao said crisply: "The last person in the first class: Zhou Chang..."
After listening to Yuan Bao's words, Kong Chen's head buzzed and he almost fainted. Next, he couldn't hear clearly what Yuan Bao said.
The last person in the first class is Zhou Chang.
That means I have no share?
How can this be?
Kong Chen was flustered and confused, thinking that the poems he had written were very emotional, so how could he not be selected?
Jie Siwen was particularly proud, grinning to the back of his head: "Haha, Mr. Kong Chen, where is your masterpiece? Why was it not selected? You are also a powerful candidate, so why is your level so poor? Could it be that you bought your title of candidate with money? ? Shameful."
Kong Chen was flustered and at a loss.
Jie Siwen sarcastically said: "Kong Chen, don't think you are very powerful. Your level is not even as good as mine. Your level of Daoyuan and Juren is only this. From now on, don't be arrogant in front of me."
All the talents also looked at Kong Chen on the cruise ship.
"No way? Mr. Kong Chen is very powerful, how could he lose the election?"
"It's really strange. I have listened to Master Kong Chen's lectures. He is very knowledgeable. I didn't expect that he didn't even get into the first class."
"This is a very severe blow to Mr. Kong Chen. Scholars earn face, and Mr. Kong Chen is a Daoyuan. In front of everyone, he was humiliated by Jie Siwen. Wouldn't he be angry and sick? At such a young age , my body really can’t bear it.”
Kong Chen was unhappy and his spirits were waning.
Such a scene put him in a dilemma and he began to doubt his own knowledge.
Yan Qi said to Kong Chen, "Don't worry, Master Kong Chen. Yuan Bao still has a pair of masterpieces in his hand. I'm about to read them. It's most likely your poems."
Jie Siwen hummed: "Who are you lying to? Are you the only one with sharp eyes? Can you see so far away? You are clairvoyant! Just now Yuan Bao said that that was the last place in Zhou Chang's first class. How could there be any others? Kong Chen, are you embarrassed? You and this little book boy are both ignorant. It’s so cool, so cool.”
Kong Chen didn’t believe Yan Qi’s words either.
Just now, Yuan Bao said that Zhou Chang was the last one.
Since it is the last, there will naturally be nothing more to come.
Yan Qi comforted him: "Don't be anxious, Lord Kong Chen, there is still a masterpiece in Yuan Bao's sleeve, so don't be impatient. If I say there is, then it must be there."
