After the time of one stick of incense, everyone finished writing their poems and handed them all to the "sir" behind the brocade curtain.
Through the shadows on the brocade curtain, everyone saw "Mr." looking through everyone's works angrily. Everyone held their breath and concentrated on this scene, except for Xiang Linghan, whose expression did not change and his eyes became hotter.
After a while, "Sir" had read all the poems.
The guard bent down, and everyone could see that "Sir" seemed to be saying something to the guard.
After hearing this, the guard walked out from behind the brocade curtain, stood in front of Xiang Linghan, and asked in a deep voice: "Master Xiang, are your poems written by your own hands?"
Facing the guards, Xiang Linghan felt a little proud, but also felt a little humiliated.
I am proud that I can make "sir" ask extra questions. Of course, this work must be able to catch the eyes of "sir".
On the contrary, "Sir" actually asked the guard to ask him such a question. It was obvious that "Sir" did not believe that he was so talented and could write such a good poem!
"If 'Sir' doesn't believe it, Wan Sheng can write two more poems."
Xiang Linghan raised his voice slightly and emphasized his tone. Then, without waiting for the guard to answer, he directly started writing and wrote two more poems.
Seeing Xiang Linghan writing like a master, with thoughts flowing freely, they all retracted their disdain.
Xiang Linghan handed the two poems to "sir", and the "good" friend on the second floor took action again.
"'Sir,' said the young master on the second floor. He added two poems to the young master, so he also joined in the fun and mentioned two more poems."
These four poems were handed over to the "sir" as a matter of course. For this reason, everyone had no doubt that the "young master" on the second floor was faking it.
At the moment, many people are becoming more and more curious about the "young master" who can go up to the second floor, and want to invite him down and make friends.
A total of six poems were now in the hands of "Sir". "Sir" asked again whether these poems were written by Ling Han.
At this time, Xiang Linghan was completely angry: "Wan Sheng did it temporarily in front of everyone. What does 'Sir' mean by asking such questions again and again?! 'Sir's' attitude is unavoidable.
It’s so chilling!”
Even if it’s just one time, it’s a second time. Who is this “sir” and dares to doubt him like this!
As soon as Ling Han said it, all the students had tangled looks in their eyes. They felt that "Sir" had indeed gone too far, but also felt that "Sir" could be wrong!
"Master Xiang, see for yourself."
At this time, the guard gave the answer.
The guard appeared in front of everyone with six pieces of paper.
Everyone came forward one after another and gathered around to read the six poems. They were amazed and amazed.
However, the exclamation and praise on their faces soon turned into surprise and suspicion, because there were actually only three of these six poems, and each of them had a repeated poem.
Six poems, two handwritings, it is obvious that these two poems were written by two people.
It's just that everyone has different brains and different levels of knowledge. How can two people in the world write exactly the same poem?
Suddenly, everyone looked at Ling Han with doubts in their eyes.
Everyone finally understood why "Sir" repeatedly confirmed whether the poem was written by Xiang Linghan.