Feng Jinyu grabbed the paper on the table, his hands trembling.
Feng Jinyu has never cared about the title of the No. 1 Young Master in the world. To him, it doesn't matter whether he has these false names or not. However, Dean Qingshan, a leading figure in the literary world, has achieved a high status in the Shenwu Continent at the age of fifteen.
I was speechless...
Although Feng Jinyu is only eighteen years old, there are only three people in the world who can compare with him in literary attainments - this is not Feng Jinyu's arrogance, this is a fact. Feng Jinyu defeated Qingshanyuan
After a long time, no one in the Shenwu Continent could not believe the fact.
Feng Jinyu did not dare to say anything about being proud of his achievements in literature, but he was proud of his own abilities. This was a common human condition for him.
But at this moment, while reading Ye Xue's manuscript, Feng Jinyu felt tremendous pressure.
Feng Jinyu's hand holding the page was trembling with excitement. Those who could rival him in literature were like Dean Qingshan, an old man in his eighties or a hundred... Like Ye Xue, who was younger than him
Feng Jinyu has never encountered a genius before...
When you meet a close friend, a thousand glasses of wine are too little. It’s too cold to be at high places... The days without rivals are lonely.
Closing his eyes, Feng Jinyu's excited heart had calmed down. He gathered Ye Xue's manuscripts together and solemnly handed them back to Ye Xue.
Feng Jinyu saluted Ye Xue solemnly, "Brother Feng is such a talented person. When I saw him today, Feng Jinyu was really envious and jealous..."
Hearing what Feng Jinyu said, Han Ming and Wei Ya's expressions of disbelief became lighter, but they still looked at Ye Xue with suspicious eyes.
Wei Ya moved his seat towards Ye Xue, "Brother Feng, did you really write this?" Wei Ya was so shocked that even the title of 'Brother Feng' became 'Brother Feng'.
Ye Xue nodded.
Han was startled, not because he didn't believe Ye Xue's words, but because of the manuscript...
Han Ming collected his shocked and confused thoughts, and said with a serious face: "Brother Feng, it's not that we don't believe you, but... this is too shocking!"
Yes, appalling!
Ye Xue listened to Han Ming's words and nodded with a slight smile. Her face, as delicate and perfect as jade, exuded a faint brilliance. Han Ming and Wei Ya's eyes were immediately attracted by her smile, and they stared at Ye Xue closely.
Xue didn't blink. Although Feng Jinyu's mind was still there, her heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
Ye Xue looked at Feng Jinyu, Han Ming, and Wei Ya indifferently. When she found that the three of them were staring at her for a moment, she immediately stopped smiling.
She is a man now... To attract bees and butterflies, it is better to limit it to women...
Ye Xue's smile faded, and Feng Jinyu and the other three came back to their senses.
Han Ming touched his nose awkwardly.
Wei Ya's face was as red as a monkey's butt.
Feng Jinyu... He drank tea as if nothing happened...
Ye Xue also took the hot tea cup in her hand. She was greedy for the warmth of the tea cup, and there was a youthful youth in her eyes. "Why... I'm not good either?"
What Ye Xue said was truly a thousand percent, ten thousand percent lie.
You must know that the manuscript Ye Xue took out was not written by her - it was "A Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin, one of the great masters of the generation, and one of China's four great classics.
The status of the magnificent masterpiece "A Dream of Red Mansions" in Chinese literature does not require many words to describe its success and its influence on other things.