Luo Yuqing, who returned to the room, fell into deep thought. She was so close that she could not feel moved in her heart. But she thought about it again and felt annoyed how she was like this. She still lost her composure even though she knew that the other party was already a "sister".

It’s just that this landlord is really a rare scholarly spirit and yet has a man’s masculinity. He once again deepens his disgust for Zhang Yaoyao. If it weren’t for her, it would have been a normal situation.

Then I was struggling again. Why did I think about these things well? It was really a thriller.

Zhao Huan had seen something wrong in the living room before, and hurriedly entered Luo Yuqing's room.

"Yuqing, Yuqing" Zhao Huan stepped forward and pushed her, who was still in a daze.

"Ah, ah, what's wrong with Sister Huan?" Luo Yuqing, who was sitting by the bed, looked at Zhao Huan who was pushing her in a daze.

"What's wrong? Yuqing, you won't be interested in this handsome landlord, are you?"

"Sister Huan, why did you ask this? How could I be? I haven't known each other for a few days. Besides, he is an unemployed vagrant and is still raised by the boss of the Left Bank."

"He may not like women, but you never said you don't like men. Alas, I didn't expect that you can make a lot of calculations. As long as you want, those who pursue you can rank from here to abroad. Why do you like this if you don't like someone..." Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Sister Huan, you're really thinking too much. Where did you tell that I'm interested in her?" Luo Yuqing was also a little impatient when the other party guessed her so bluntly.

"Just just now... you two are so close together. You blushed and embarrassed and hurried back to your room. Why are you so nervous?"

"Sister Huan, this is normal. It feels awkward to get in close contact with an unfamiliar person. This kind of quick reaction is very common."

"Okay, since that's the case, just pretend I didn't say it." Zhao Huan refused to admit it and didn't want to continue asking questions. After all, there is still a lot of work to prepare for, and he will cooperate with Xia Junnan in the future. Seeing that Luo Yuqing is a little bit of a little Mars now, it doesn't affect anything.

Xia Junnan in the room on the other side didn't have so many ideas. He had just taken a slight advantage to him when he stood up on the sofa and had nothing else.

Now he has more important things to do, which is to open the homepage of the China Net Poetry Competition and leave messages to fans and black fans on both sides. That’s right, because the two poems of Junnan and Mama Li have already started a war of verbal war on the Internet.

He decided to make peace with both sides. Although black and red are also red, he was the one who was popular anyway, which mainly made the netizens on both sides less angry. After all, the poems were used to appreciate. Now there is no need to worry about money, so we have to balance the verbal war.

In fact, he just read the news from the black fans, and only then did he know that the popularity was mainly because of the Zuoban. He usually doesn’t want to bother with the fans, so he clicked on the unread letters on both sides, and the web page showed unread information 999.

"Wangyue's poems are written using scenery to express the feelings of the country and lofty ambitions, and they are not comparable to the artistic conception of the bright moonlight in front of the bed."

"The netizen upstairs said this too biased. Why can't he compare his homesickness? If you don't have family, you only have ambitions."

"That's right, the small family doesn't care about it and still has ambitions. They just want to make a fortune by themselves."

......

The two sides continued to verbal wars, and they looked at the popularity again. It was a sign of no idea if they didn't read it. It was really scary when they saw that the two poems had a click rate of over 100 million. They even saw scholars working in the education industry suggesting to write these two poems into the textbook, but the verbal war between the two sides made this group of people engaged in education discourage.

Xia Junnan quickly spoke with their respective accounts, expressing their appreciation for each other's poems. Whether it is to use the scenery to convey the feelings of family and country or to miss the hometown through the moonlight, it is a good poem. Even both sides say that the two feelings can complement each other.

Xia Junnan has left a message, and the comment area is in full swing again.

"Look, see, the two big guys are actually speaking all the time."

"Oh my God, have the two big guys communicated with each other?"

"The two famous poems that have passed through the ages may also be similar in their ideas."

"The person upstairs is right, what's the name... Well, the heroes have similar views."

"The two big guys have spoken, what are we going to do as fans?"

"No, you still have to distinguish between high and low..."

......

Seeing that although the situation improved, Xia Junnan still could not completely eliminate the activity of black fans. In addition, because there were too many commenters in the Internet, he quickly went offline.

I thought I didn’t care whether he was a black fan or not. Anyway, these people didn’t know who the real person was. I was happy to be quiet and could get a traffic commission, which had no effect.

The organizer of the Poetry Competition, Zuoan, was also very happy. The poetry world, which has been slumped over the years, not only ushered in new vitality, but also made a fortune. He was praised by the old guys in the ancient style villa.

Just saving money in just a few days is enough to re-establish a literary club. In the past, due to the sluggish literary world, the literary club that once lasted for many years in China had no choice but to cancel it. Now it has ushered in new hope.

Xia Junnan just turned off the computer and slapped his head, and thought about Luo Yuqing's previous attempt to invite Zuoan to have a meal.

I muttered that I had to contact Zuoan to get angry immediately, so as to avoid such trivial matters after sleeping, and it would be bad if I missed it.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, let me tell you something." Xia Junnan talked about the situation on the phone.

"What? How can this work? What if I get into trouble then?" Zuo An said he was very panicked.

"Mr. Junnan, at least I have to know what this song is! In this way, you send me a look at the song, and I will try to remember it. It will be a perfect match when eating like this!"

"This is OK. I'll send it to you right away." Xia Junnan felt that since he was already a partner and had to help each other, he naturally didn't mind showing it to each other.

Zuoan was excited when he heard this and immediately hung up the phone. As the phone's prestige prompt sounded, he couldn't wait to connect to the computer to open the folder inside. Seeing that the content was another moment of pupil earthquake, his black-framed glasses were almost excited to fall off.

"This, how is this possible? It's another masterpiece that has been eternal!"

"And, it's made a song!"

As Zhao Huan said before, the early Zuoban was also a genius boy and a proficient musician. He looked at the above stalk and began to hum at the rhythm.

He was even more shocked after singing. He had never heard such a good song in his life. It was the first time he knew that pure poetry could be made into songs.

On Blue Star, the so-called ancient songs are adapted from some modern annotations. No one can really use the words of the poem itself to sing because it is too difficult.

The excited Zuoan couldn't help calling Xia Junnan again.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, what's wrong? Why did you call me again?" At this time, Xia Junnan was lying on the bed and was reading the sound of the fighting sound. He was a little impatient when the phone suddenly came in.

"Mr. Junnan, I just want to ask you, which master wrote this water-tiao Ge Tou!"

When Xia Junnan heard this, he suddenly remembered something and suddenly sat up from the bed.
Chapter completed!