Jie Sanjia claimed to be smart and invincible, but he was called a fool by Yan Qi, not to mention how miserable he was.
He wanted to object, but couldn't find an excuse.
Who didn't guess it?
The most familiar stranger?
How could Yan Qi think of this sentence? It's so classic.
Everyone can see that the situation is now tense.
Yan Qi and Jie Yuan are fighting against each other.
Jie Sanjia doesn't believe in evil at all.
Yan Qi has never read a book, and being able to play tricks on him is just a matter of cleverness and sneaky tricks. If he really needs to test some hard knowledge, Yan Qi is definitely no match for him.
Xie Sanjia had his own plan in mind, and suppressing his anger, he asked Yuan Bao: "Now that there are two special authors, what are Miss Wu Meizhi's plans?"
Everyone was also very confused.
In the past, there was only one person in the special class. As long as the special class was selected, it meant that the flower-picking order was over, and the special class author could be received by Wu Meizhi. As for whether he could become a guest at the curtain, it all depended on his ability.
Anyway, it was quite miserable for me, as a distinguished author, to have a meal with Takemi and be kicked out.
Now, how to receive the two special authors is really a problem.
There was a smile on Yuan Bao's lips: "My young lady is also having some difficulties. What do you want me to say? Why don't you go in with Mr. Yan and Xie Jieyuan..."
Xie Jieyuan hummed: "No, only one person can enter."
Yan Qi chuckled: "He is not qualified."
These two people were facing each other.
Yan Qi is sometimes humble and sometimes arrogant.
When he met Jie Jieyuan, his madness was on the rise. No one could stop him, and no one could stop him.
To deal with the thorns is to pursue them fiercely.
Yuan Bao's beautiful eyes bloomed with a cunning look: "What I just said was just a joke, and my lady didn't think it was appropriate, so my lady has a suggestion."
Xie Sanjia asked urgently: "What proposal?"
Yuan Bao said: "My young lady said that the authors who participated in the flower-picking order this year have extraordinary talents and knowledge, far beyond those before. Therefore, for the first-class authors, my young lady would like to treat them warmly."
Those talented people who passed the first class danced happily.
Although I didn’t have the opportunity to be intimate with Takemi, it was an honor to have a meal with Takemi.
So what if I get a special grade?
Isn't it just to have a meal with Takemeichi?
Are you fantasizing about Wushan Yunyu and Wu Meizhi?
Stop dreaming.
That is impossible.
Xie Sanjia asked again: "Eating together? What's so funny about this?"
Yuan Bao said: "We are in high spirits at the banquet. My lady will ask another question. Please answer it, Mr. Xie Jieyuan and Mr. Yan. The winner will naturally have the opportunity to be the guest of the lady. Mr. Jie Jieyuan, Mr. Yan, are you willing? ?”
Xie Jieyuan was very happy when he heard that there would be a question: "Miss Wu Meizhi has this arrangement, it's very good, very good."
Yuan Bao looked at Yan Qi again: "What do you think, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Qi smiled playfully: "My kidneys are also very good."
Ha ha!
Everyone burst into laughter.
Yuan Baojiao blushed like a morning glow: "Master Yan is really funny."
Jie Sanjia couldn't stand Yan Qi's method of chatting up women the most.
He really can't learn this kind of cleverness and a bit of obscenity.
Damn it, this guy is born to seduce women.
Yuan Bao said: "Since everyone has no objection, let's invite it. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, gentlemen, each of you can bring two followers. This is a benefit that my lady gives you. Do you understand? "
Many people jumped with joy.
Many talented people who did not make the list were originally very depressed and a little envious.
There was no chance of having dinner with Wu Meizhi.
Now, each first-class author and above can bring two followers. Doesn't that mean that as long as he pretends to be a first-class writer's follower, he can have dinner with Miss Takemitachi?
"Brother Wang, let me be your follower."
"is this okay?"
"Please, please let me be your follower, and I will treat you to dinner in the future."
"Oh well."
…
The clever and quick-witted scholar immediately found a good friend and disguised himself as a follower.
There are more than thirty first-class authors.
Including the entourage, almost a hundred people followed Yuan Bao into Hall No. 1 of Luoyuefang.
The hall is antique and filled with aroma.
Yuan Bao arranged seats for everyone and served them good tea.
Just as they sat down, everyone listened attentively, and vaguely heard the sound of drums ringing, from far to near, and from near to far, like a three-dimensional sound, lingering around their ears.
The sound of this drum is very special, unlike ordinary drums.
The sound of the drums gradually disappeared, and the sound of the flute came again melodiously, seeming urgent and slow, containing the emotions of homesickness and nostalgia.
The sound of this flute is also different from ordinary flutes. It is a bit hoarse and not explosive, but the emotion is more sincere.
The sounds of drums and flutes alternately sound, which is full of charm.
Yan Qi listened with great interest, and a narrow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yan Qi said: "Yuanbao, bring a pen and paper."
Yuan Bao was a little strange, but he didn't ask any more questions and got pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Yan Qi smiled as he wrote and drew.
No one knew what he wrote.
Jie Siwen curled his lips and said: "It's just a pretense. The little servant has no knowledge and pretends to listen to the drums and music. Now he comes to write again. See what he is pretending to do?"
Jie Siwen was anxious: "Where's Miss Wu Meizhi, why haven't you shown up yet? Let her come out, we've been waiting for so long."
Yuan Bao said: "Miss will be here soon, gentlemen, please be patient."
Xie Sanjia was very anxious. After all, he had never seen Wu Meizhi before and wanted to see how charming Wu Meizhi was.
However, even though you are anxious, you can't show too much impatience. Wouldn't that be looked down upon by others?
He looked at Yan Qi and felt surprised.
This guy has obviously never read a book and probably has no culture. Why is he so calm and composed? He really didn't seem impatient at all. Also, what on earth will he write again? This guy is so good at pretending. "
Yuan Bao stood next to Yan Qi, staring at Yan Qi with a pair of wonderful eyes, turning around, trying to see what Yan Qi wrote.
Yan Qi covered his head: "Yuanbao, don't peek."
Yuan Bao pursed his lips and smiled, suddenly squatting beside Yan Qi, leaning down on the table.
Looking from Yan Qi's point of view, through Yuan Bao's lowered skirt, he can see two white peaks wrapped in a pink bra, ready to come out as he breathes.
Very informative.
Yan Qi took one look and couldn't pull his eyes out.
Yuan Bao realized later that he had gone out, so he quickly lifted up his open skirt, blushed, and protested in a low voice: "Where are you looking, Master?"
Yan Qi said: "Me? Oh, I'm looking at the scenery."
She clearly saw my breasts, but she said she was looking at the scenery. It was so dirty.
Yuan Bao suddenly had a whim and wanted to know what Yan Qi thought of his breasts, whether they were big or small, fat or thin. He blushed and asked, "What do you think of the scenery, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Qidao: "Looking at it horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far."
"Master Yan, you are really..."
Yuan Bao covered his delicate red face, his heart was burning, and he protested in a low voice: "Master Yan is a bit... a bit nasty."
