Luo Siyao and Wang Shifeng looked at Luo Xin speechlessly.

I don’t know why this girl suddenly joined the battlefield. Originally, both sides were preparing to shake hands and make peace in a tacit way to hold the next round of duels, but now it is going to be overtime again.

Luo Xin glanced at Wang Shifeng coldly.

From the eyes, Wang Shifeng saw four big words.

I'm not happy!

Confucius is truly not to deceive me, but it is difficult for villains and women to raise.

Although Si may not be strong in combat, he must be very strong in slaughter.

Luo Siyao's heart is burning and his brain is running rapidly, how can he smooth the field?

Wang Shifeng also looked helpless and thought about how to help Luo Siyao smooth things over. After all, if he kneels down now, his subsequent plans will be ruined.

"What the little girl said makes sense. Luo Siyao, you can't be both good at pretending and standing upright. If you can't come up with an explanation, you have to apologize to Xiao Wang. Why can't the vernacular written by others be called poetry? And can the half-blank rumor you write called Fu?"

Liang Feifan, who has been like an audience since the opening, spoke for the first time, with a light tone, and more like a joke.

But falling into Luo Siyao's ears is like a thunder.

He was named by Mr. Liang, and under such circumstances, his path in the literary world may be difficult to walk in the future.

In an instant, Luo Siyao's face turned extremely pale.

Wang Shifeng also looked at Liang Feifan nervously. Seeing the old man smiling kindly, he became less confident.

This old man won't take action now.

"Boy, don't pretend, you can say whatever you want. It's not a gentleman to hide his head and reveal his tail. Since he has come, he has to leave something behind."

Liang Feifan's smiling eyes, piled up by wrinkles, looked at Wang Shifeng.

In an instant, an invisible pressure made Wang Shifeng frown.

Listen to the sound of gongs and drums, listen to the sound of speaking.

It was obvious that the old man was talking to him.

But at the same time, Wang Shifeng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the smile on his face became more and more warm, he bowed to Liang Feifan, and then said to the camera

"Okay, don't pretend, I'm going to show off. The eternal essay that Professor Luo advocates is rubbish, and it's not even considered literary essays. It's comparable to my modern poetry.
Chapter completed!