Chapter 521 Playing a Hooligan in Front of Hooligans
The fat talented man felt sadly that he would have to think hard tonight and consumed as much as two pounds of fat...
He secretly approached Zhu Yan, looked bitter, begged, "Zhu Dacaizi, I beg you, we have no resentment in the past and no revenge in the near future. Can you let me go? I beg you to write a real wine poem to free me? Don't be in a draw with me..."
Although Zhu Yan is very talented, she has written dozens of bad poems, and she is so disgusting that she wants to feel nauseous.
But thinking that as long as I persisted until Shi Yue appeared, I could get my father to the throne of the Imperial College Supervisor as I wished, even if I vomited ten times or a hundred times, I would be willing to do so!
He looked at the fat talented man with sympathy and shook his head, "Brother, I've been inspired by my grandma's house today. My level of writing poetry is as good as yours. Brother, you should stick to it! Alas... I don't think I need to stick to it for a long time! At most... at most five poems..."
The fat talented man was so scared that his face turned green, and he trembled and begged: "Zhu Dacaizi, please let me go! Don't talk about five poems, even one poem, I can't make it."
Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen were watching the scene coldly, feeling quite anxious!
Of course, the one who was most anxious among the three was Meng Chen - he knew very well about the efficacy of the aphrodisiac. After three hours, the efficacy of the aphrodisiac will evaporate.
And at this time, it happened to be at the end of three hours!
In other words, if Yi Shi is not exhausted and dies on the bed, if Yi Shi comes to participate in the competition, with his knowledge, it is probably no problem to win the group. Then, the more he blocks Shi's plan to participate in the written test, will all his previous efforts be wasted?
Moreover, Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen knew Zhu Yan's strange behavior, and also guessed that Zhu Yan must have guidance from him.
Otherwise, even if Zhu Yan writes poems with her toes, she would never be so disgusting!
Zhu Yan's purpose of doing this is obviously to delay the time for the competition so that Shi Yue has hope of participating in the competition...
Although he could clearly see through Zhu Yan's childish plan, he had no reason to expose him. Moreover, because Bai Mochou was in charge and acted as a judge, Zeng Shan did not dare to force him with power - unless Zeng Shan gave birth to a gentian and wanted to touch the tiger's butt.
But at this moment, it was already a critical moment. Meng Chen knew that if he delayed it, the situation would become more complicated.
Seeing the fat talented man thinking for a long time, he could not write a poem. Meng Chenxin thought that the opportunity finally came. He walked up anxiously, pointed to the fat talented man's nose, and shouted: "Young master, are you stupid? Since you can't even write a poem even if you want to break your head, why don't you admit defeat? Do you think Zhu Da Talent Man can win? Humph... I have been tolerating you for a long time."
Bai Mochou frowned and pointed at Meng Chen and said angrily: "Bastard, please step back! If you dare to interfere in the competition again, be careful that this censor will punish you for his serious crime."
Bai Mochou Lei Ting was angry, and Meng Chen no longer dared to speak. He hurriedly lowered his head and retreated, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. He also knew that he had stopped drinking the fat talent and had achieved remarkable results.
As the saying goes, it is hard to cook without rice!
A fat talented man has no "rice" or a "smart woman". In addition, he has written dozens of poems in his mind, and the thoughts in his mind have reached the limit and reached the critical point of collapse. How can he still write poems?
At this time, the fat talented man was shouted like this again by Meng Chen, and his brain was overloaded in an instant, losing the consciousness of thinking, and was as messy as a mess!
He shook his head in pain, bowed his hand to Zhu Yan and admitted defeat: "Young Master Zhu, I admit defeat, you...you won!"
"What? You... have you admitted defeat?" Zhu Yan was a little confused, and Qiqi Aiai said, "How can you admit defeat? How can you admit defeat?"
The four beautiful ladies, Li Xianyu, Bai Su, Youlan and Hong Xing, heard that the fat talented man gave in, couldn't help but tremble in his delicate body, his beautiful eyes were unwilling, and he could not accept the disappointed ending in front of him.
Li Xianyu's charming eyes were filled with dim sadness, and he sighed and murmured: "Little Shitou didn't come, Xiao Shitou didn't come..."
Zeng Tong, Zeng Shan couldn't help laughing. Zeng Shan coughed lightly and said loudly: "Since this fat talent has already admitted defeat..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Bai Mochou rushing to the fat talent, like a furious leopard, with his eyes full of majesty as a superior, and he asked the fat talent, "Who told you to admit defeat? Who asked you to admit defeat? Who asked you to admit defeat? Who asked you to admit defeat? Do you want to say it again?"
The invisible pressure of the superiors was shrouded in a rainbow of momentum, which scared the fat talented man to his face and his heart trembled.
He waved his hand quickly and said tremblingly: "No...no...I didn't admit defeat, I really didn't admit defeat..."
Bai Mochou laughed proudly, looked back at Zeng Shan’s perverted and twisted face, and said with a smile: “Old Zeng, listen, he didn’t admit defeat, you were too happy too early.”
He pointed at Meng Chen's fat face again and said disdainfully: "Do you think you, Meng Chen, will scare people? How dare you play a big knife in front of the hooligan? Tell you, when this hooligan scares people, Meng Chen doesn't know what you are!"
Zeng Shan, Zeng Tong, and Meng Chen were defeated and had to retreat embarrassedly.
I thought sadly in my heart: Don’t be a hooligan in front of a hooligan in the future, because you will never be able to be a hooligan.
Hongxing, Youlan, Li Xianyu and Bai Su jumped up happily again.
Bai Su took Li Xianyu's little hand and said proudly: "Little Yuer, look at how powerful my father is? Whoever dares to fight against my father? He will fly over with a spit and ask him to raise his hand to surrender obediently."
Bai Mochou turned around and grinned at the fat talent, "Since you don't admit defeat, why don't you write a poem quickly?"
The fat talented man looked like a mortal face, and was extremely panicked, and he stuttered: "Do it! I will do it now! I will do it..." Suddenly, his eyes turned and he fainted straight.
Wow!
No one thought of this dramatic scene...
Zeng Tong shouted excitedly: "He fainted! He fainted, haha! That's great! He lost, he lost..." There was a red light on his face that was smug.
Bai Su, Li Xianyu, Hong Xing, Youlan, who were dancing with each other, didn't expect such an accident to happen? They were all stiff and didn't know what to do!
Bai Mochou was so angry that he just wanted to go crazy. He kicked the fat talented man who fainted and said idly: "It's so fucking that I won't be able to help me."
"God's will makes people!" Facing such an unexpected result, Bai Mochou couldn't help but sighed heavily.
I was very ashamed to myself: Little hooligan, little hooligan, I, an old hooligan, have used my strength to make a living for you, so don’t blame me again!
Zeng Shan carefully observed the fat talent for a long time and confirmed that he was not likely to wake up. He had a breath of turbid air and said loudly: "This young man has fainted and cannot participate in the competition. Only Mr. Zhu, the talented man, is left. I announce now, Mr. Zhu..."
"Who said there was only one talented man left?" Before Zeng Shan finished speaking, he heard a thunderous scream, coming from the air.
All the talented men looked upward when they heard the sound!
Bang!
A crisp sound...
A strong and tall body jumped down majestic from the third floor and stood steadily on the table in front of Zeng Shan.
He looked calm and unscathed!
He looked at Zeng Shan condescendingly and said with a smile: "What? Lord Zeng? I, Shi Yue, aren't you considered a talented man?"
[Author’s off-topic]: This is the fifth update! I admire myself very much. In fact, the moon god is so sleepy that he can’t open his eyes. After writing, he feels accomplished and fulfilled. Life needs to be fulfilled!