Stadium, podium.

Qin Mo's surroundings surged with talent, and every word he spat out seemed to contain the indignation and anger of the deceased seventh-grade master Cheng Yangxiong, echoing throughout the gymnasium hall.

By the time Qin Mo realized it, most of the words had already been spoken.

Under the stage, everyone was stunned.

Shocking!

They were shocked by this poem and the will of this poem that weeps blood every word.

Among them, most people did not even feel the brilliance of this poem, only the anger, fighting spirit, and unyielding meaning.

It was as if I could feel the farewell words shouted to the sky by the seventh-level master Cheng Yangxiong before he died. The mountains and rivers have not been recovered, and the demons are rampant and have not yet been slaughtered.

"Oops." Qin Mo secretly thought that something was wrong. This poem was completely drawn by his state of mind and blurted out subconsciously.

He had no intention of composing another poem in this context.

Stop immediately.

In the gymnasium, Qin Mo's voice suddenly stopped.

But the words he had just spoken out with great energy had already spread to everyone's ears.

"I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.

Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, my heart is full of passion." Gu Mingyang murmured in memory, and in his hazy will, he seemed to be connected to Cheng Yangxiong who died in the battle through this poem.

Gu Mingyang's eyes heated up as he recalled all the battles he had fought with demons in different dimensions.

Only those who have personally set foot on the battlefield and fought against monsters can feel like him.

"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon." Hai Dafu said silently, and the thought of giving up everything outside of him unconsciously appeared in his heart.

Suddenly there was a thrill.

Come back to your senses.

"No, no, you can't give up your fame and wealth. You can never give up." Hai Dafu looked around with wide eyes and found that everyone was immersed in Qin Mo's words and no one noticed him.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost, I was led astray by this kid.

How can you give up fame and money?

It's absolutely impossible to ask me to make such a big sacrifice for just one word!

Be it fame or wealth,

I want them all.

"Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow."

If what everyone on the stage understood was the first two sentences, below the podium, hundreds of senior high school candidates felt most intuitively about this sentence.

It's like the roar of a seventh-level master before his death, hating himself for wasting his youth and wasting his time, and feeling regretful when he grows old.

A seventh-grade grandmaster is still not satisfied. He feels that he has not worked hard enough and has wasted his years.

What reason do they have for not struggling and fighting hard?

Each candidate's eyes look different.

The college entrance examination should be more intense!

Nothing can touch their souls more than the warning of a seventh-grade master's death.

Among the crowd, Zhuo Fan had just recovered.

Qin Mo's ambition as a gentleman had a great impact on him, causing him to fall into a battle between gods and men.

After a while, he figured it out.

What Qin Mo wanted was also what he wanted.

"If you keep working hard, maybe it will be me, Zhuo Fan, who reaches the realm of a gentleman." Zhuo Fan also made a vow in his heart to reach the realm of a gentleman earlier than Qin Mo.

The idea of ​​a gentleman's great aspirations was proposed by Qin Mo, but it does not mean that Qin Mo will definitely become a gentleman first.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Zhuo Fan looked around and found that everyone was bowing their heads in thought, with different expressions, some were awakened, some were regretful, as if they had experienced a baptism of thought.

His eyes switched to Qin Mo, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

There is a bad feeling.

This feeling seems familiar.

…

"Qin Mo, is it over?" After a moment, Gu Mingyang couldn't help but asked Qin Mo first.

They have been waiting for Qin Mo to go down to the palace.

This poem is obviously more than that, and it also has Xiaque.

Taken together, it is a complete word.

How can anyone write half of the lyrics?

It's very annoying, isn't it?

But on the podium, Qin Mo put his hand on his forehead and had no intention of continuing to speak.

Gu Mingyang couldn't help it and had to ask him.

Not only Gu Mingyang, but also the teachers and talented writers present were looking forward to the appearance of Xia Que.

"No, this poem only has Shangque. My talent is limited and I can't write Xiaque." Qin Mo shook his head and said with a look of fatigue. It would be troublesome for this poem to come out, although it can be changed.

But in that case, I would be sorry for that eternal loyal minister.

Qin Mo would rather not complete the quatrain than change a single word.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Mo walked directly off the podium.

After reading ten modern hero histories in a row, Qin Mo lost his mood when he realized that this world had been ravaged by demons more severely than the darkest hatred between country and family in the parallel world.

If he were not guided by his emotions, he would never be in the mood to compose lyrics.

Gu Mingyang nodded. It was very rare for Qin Mo to be able to set a gentleman's ambition and compose half of a quatrain in one day.

It's only normal if you can't compose that half of the song.

If he did it, Gu Mingyang would regard Qin Mo as a monster.

When they heard that Qin Mo couldn't build the lower part of the palace, everyone's faces showed slight disappointment.

A quatrain poem that reproduces the quatrain poem of the seventh-grade master Cheng Yangxiong crying in a bloody battle, only half of it.

It's quite a pity.

Everyone was dejected, hating that they were not talented enough and could not compose a quatrain of the same level.

However, with just half of a quatrain and a gentleman's ambition, Qin Mo's oath today was enough to shock Jincheng.

"Lin Youyin, it's your turn to take the oath on behalf of the girls." Gu Mingyang began to arrange for Lin Youyin to come on stage and take the oath on behalf of all the girls in the senior year of high school.

Lin Youyin quickly took out the manuscript and replaced Qin Mo on the podium.

…

…

"Qin Mo, what's wrong with you?

It seems like he is not in good condition."

Qin Mo walked off the podium. Zhang You and Liu Min noticed that Qin Mo looked slightly tired and didn't look good, so they thought Qin Mo was sick.

Waving his hands, Qin Mo said in a deep voice: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. You can continue to listen to the oath."

"Then I'll help you go over and have a rest." Liu Min said carefully, feeling a little distressed.

"No, I'll stand and wait for the oath to end." Qin Mo's face was dark, and the anger in his heart was still difficult to calm down.

Before today, Qin Mo thought that there was always an insurmountable gap between monsters and humans, separated by different dimensions. Even if the monsters were causing trouble and running rampant, there would still be such a natural barrier that would hinder human beings from thriving.

.

However, Qin Mo discovered that

He was wrong, the matter was many times more serious than he thought.

The reason why they can still take the fateful college entrance examination and live leisurely in this small Shuizhu town with air-conditioning and WiFi every day is not that the other-dimensional space blocks the demons, but that there are countless passionate literary and martial arts masters, even magic sound masters, and demons.

Mentor, he sacrificed his life to carry their burden forward.

This magnificent land, the majestic and beautiful mountains and rivers, and the rivers and lakes that nourished them have been invaded by demons countless times.

The monsters really want to completely destroy the human race.

Thinking of those heroes who died in the battle, Qin Mo clenched his fists and said, "Come on then!"

A real man, why should you be afraid of demons?
Chapter completed!