Zhang Xiucai, Zhang Tianhao and several students from Hongyuan Private School looked extremely sad. Zhan Feiyu was stepping on Zhang Tianhao to become famous.

At this moment, in the private room upstairs.

"Master Qi, the fat girl is quite smart. After the news about this couple today, all the previous rumors have disappeared." Chongguang rubbed his chin and looked downstairs with a smile. Such a cunning fat girl, tsk tsk, and...

It's so cute and tight.

"The beauty in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You are too conceited!" Yin Wuyan's voice was cold and cold-blooded. No matter how smart he was, he was still a defenseless little girl. Whether it was the Zeng family or Zhang Xiucai, how difficult was it to kill a little girl?

Looking at Zhang Xiucai with ferocious and cruel eyes, Chongguang nodded in agreement, "If eyes could kill, the fat girl would probably be riddled with holes."

Thinking of this, Chongguang Qiyi looked at his seventh master with an extremely flattering smile, "How about helping me? I can't just watch a fat girl die."

The corpse of the blind woman was still disposed of by Chong Guang. Even if someone opens the coffin for an autopsy in the future, there will definitely be no clues. Help people to help to the end and send the Buddha to the west. As long as the seventh master speaks, the fat girl will be safe.

Yu.

Yin Wuyan glanced at the nosy Chongguang, and the cold and icy look in his eyes made him suppress a smile.

Well, my seventh master has never been a kind person. Moreover, they are about to leave Shangsi County. Even if they help this time, they will not be able to help next time. I just hope that Mr. Chen will love talents and don't let these villains ruin Fatty.

Girl.

"I underestimated little prodigy Zhan. If he can make such a pair, he must be able to write poems!" Zhang Xiucai squinted at Zhan Feiyu and said with a smile: "In that case, why not choose

Compose a poem on the theme of the four seasons."

"Dad?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Xiucai dissatisfied, why did he ask such a simple question? He should have asked a tricky question. He had already prepared it, and he could use it to kill the bitch!

"Think about it quickly!" Zhang Xiucai glanced at him coldly. For the first time, he realized that his beloved son was a bit stupid. How could a person who couldn't even write the second line of the poem write a good poem? Even if he wrote it, it would be difficult to convince the public.

The topic was simple just to clear Zhang Tianhao's name. He lost the pair, but he still had some talent in poetry.

Zhang Tianhao was unwilling, but he did not dare to disobey Zhang Xiucai. He walked to the table with a sullen face, picked up the pen and wrote the poem he had prepared in advance without thinking.

"Song of Winter"

The moon is flying in winter, the night is cold and chilly, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is clear and lingering around the branches.

Last year there was no snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and under the moon the sound of the piano was far away.

What an idiot! Zhang Xiucai’s face was so angry that he thought about it before picking up the pen. He wrote a poem in the blink of an eye. Do you think everyone present is a fool?

Zhan Feiyu looked at Zhang Tianhao who had succeeded with just one swipe, and smiled like a cat that had succeeded in stealing.

Zhang Tianhao was inexplicably irritated. He pointed at Zhan Feiyu and sneered, "Why are you laughing? Can you write poetry?"

Are you as stupid as you? Everyone present looked at Zhang Tianhao who was still provocative speechlessly. They did not talk about the previous confrontation, but at this moment, Zhan Feiyu only had to think about it for half a stick of incense, and then casually composed a song.

Poetry, she won.

After all, one is cheating and the other is a true learner.

"Who doesn't know how to write poetry?" Zhan Feiyu chuckled, walked to the table in a similar manner, and started writing without thinking at all.

Well...there are idiots every year, but this year there are especially many!

Everyone was fooled by Zhan Feiyu's amazing skills. He just praised her for being smart, so how could she be so stupid!

The ancients still wanted to write a poem in seven steps. Zhang Tianhao and Zhan Feiyu were better off. They only took three steps to the table, and then a poem was completed. Do they really think that they are child prodigies who have never been seen before or since?

In the blink of an eye, Zhan Feiyu had just put down her pen, and Zhang Tianhao couldn't wait to start reading. He wanted to see what limericks she could write as a seven-year-old stupid girl.

"Luch Spring"

The plum blossoms are dark and the flowers are smelling faintly, lying on the branches with sadness.

It smells like lying down in the distance, and it is easy to see the spring green.

The shore looks green, the shore looks green, and the shore looks green.

"Zhan Feiyu, do you think I'm stupid? You definitely didn't write this "Wo Chun"!" Zhang Tianhao laughed loudly and rustled the paper in his hand, "Could it be that your wife caught the knife for you?

Bar?"

The people present looked at Zhang Tianhao who had exposed Zhan Feiyu speechlessly. It was a fifty-step joke, a hundred steps ahead! Both of them had cheated, so why did they have the shame to make fun of each other?

Zhan Feiyu curled his lips and looked at Zhang Tianhao with disdain. He could make people angry as soon as he opened his mouth, "You can't afford to lose, can you?"

"Bah, I can't afford to lose, Zhan Feiyu, I'm going to read out the poem right now, and you let the people present comment to see who can't afford to lose!" Zhang Tianhao raised his neck and his voice was loud and high-pitched.

"Dark Plum Youwenhua... If you ask me who I am, I'm a big stupid donkey... I'm a donkey, I'm a donkey, I'm a stupid donkey."

There was silence in the lobby, and everyone was stunned. This poem?

"Listen, everyone, listen. A seven-year-old girl, who has only been studying for a few months, can write a poem like "Wo Chun". Do you think we are all stupid?" Zhang Tianhao shook his head in disdain.

Even if I have to cheat, I should make a simpler song that is suitable for my age. Zhan Feiyu is simply stupid.

"Shut up and give me the poem!" Zhang Xiucai, who noticed something was wrong, shouted angrily and snatched the paper from Zhang Tianhao's hand. Others were too curious and came over to take a look.

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Chapter completed!