God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 656 - 726, Because of this little horn cage cluster

Chapter 656: Chapter 726, Because of this little horn cage cluster

Squawk!

The whole scene suddenly fell into utter silence.

It was awkward, truly mortifyingly so, not a single person spoke, everyone stared in disbelief. Some looked from Fang Yi to Bai Xiaohua, their expressions showing an indescribable weirdness.

Bai Xiaohua’s face turned unsightly, almost as somber as water, the joy previously on her face swept away in an instant, her brows furrowing like a ball of cotton.

It was a slap in the face, an outright slap in Bai Xiaohua’s face!

Bai Xiaohua was infuriated, damn it, this was infuriating! She had thought that Master Xiao Suan was having Xiao Xin grind ink for her, which would have been a great honor, but in the blink of an eye, Master Xiao Suan pulled such a move, smacking Bai Xiaohua’s face resoundingly.

Such self-delusion, she was completely deluding herself!

However, although Bai Xiaohua was angry, she also knew who Master Xiao Suan was. In Tianjing, no one dared disrespect him. Rumors said Master Xiao Suan was incredibly insightful and enigmatic, and even the old master of the Bai Family treated him with great respect. If she dared to lash out at him, she would suffer upon returning home.

Therefore, she had no choice but to swallow her teeth broken by this metaphorical punch, gulping them down into her stomach.

It wasn’t just Bai Xiaohua who was shocked, even her mentor, Teacher Zheng was astounded, completely unable to anticipate Master Xiao Suan reacting in such a way, but he too, like Bai Xiaohua, did not dare to say anything.

As for Wang Zhuo, a trace of surprise briefly crossed his face before he glanced at Master Xiao Suan and quickly came to an understanding.

On Bai Xiaohua’s end, without further ado, she instructed someone to grind ink as she began to compose her poem.

Bai Xiaohua shot Fang Yi across from her a cold glance, her eyes filled with mockery and cruelty. She was determined to defeat Fang Yi in poetry. After all, she had read some ancient poems recently, and dealing with someone who hadn’t even completed elementary school would be a piece of cake.

Looking over at Fang Yi, he was as calm as could be, slightly surprised as to why Master Xiao Suan favored him, but it obviously wasn’t the right time to inquire, so when the girl came to grind ink for him, he didn’t refuse.

Xiao Xin had followed Master Xiao Suan from a young age and was well-versed in grinding ink. She did so unhurriedly and smoothly, and Fang Yi naturally did not rush her, standing with hands clasped behind his back, waiting quietly.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiaohua had already begun to write.

A few minutes later, Bai Xiaohua had put down her brush, and looking extremely smug, she turned toward Fang Yi. Seeing that Fang Yi had yet to start writing, she immediately wore a scornful smile, her mouth brimming with mockery.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the poem Bai Xiaohua had written, giving her a thumbs up in praise. Bai Xiaohua stood tall and proud, her head held high, more triumphant than ever.

"The ink is ready," Xiao Xin looked up at Fang Yi, stepped back two steps, and stood aside.

"Thank you."

Fang Yi smiled, then glanced at the crowd below the stage, with the bar’s lights dazzling in colorful splendor. He picked up his writing brush and began to write.

With each stroke, he wrote as if he were drawing dragons and dancing phoenixes, powerful as the vault of the sky.

At that moment, the tip of the brush was like a curved moon-shaped hook, effortlessly crafting bold and vigorous characters.

In just a short span, Fang Yi took less than a minute to complete a four-line poem.

"Alright, since both of your poems are finished, let’s have the people below judge them," Teacher Zheng spoke.

This was rather ironic. Those who came to play in the bar were either wealthy heirs or rich young ladies, muddling through school without focus, and now they were asked to judge the quality of the poems; it was quite comical.

Teacher Zheng read Bai Xiaohua’s poem first. Bai Xiaohua was overflowing with pride, absolutely confident that she would overwhelm Fang Yi.

The cold night sky dim,

Light rain pitter-patters like silk.

I stand under an umbrella amidst the rain,

Ah, this weather is truly beautiful!

Squawk!

A silence as if death itself had descended.

"Is this the poem written by Little Flower?"

"Should this be considered good or bad?"

Someone in the audience whispered in a hushed tone, "What the hell is this crap..."

Just now, Teacher Zheng had only briefly glanced at it twice without much thought, but after reading it out loud, Teacher Zheng’s old face turned red. Could this even be called a poem? It seemed that Little Flower was just scribbling nonsense!

Suddenly, Teacher Zheng felt ashamed for supporting Bai Xiaohua.

Yet, at this moment, Bai Xiaohua was brimming with pride, seeing his poem cause such a stir among the audience, Bai Xiaohua knew he had succeeded. He looked at Fang Yi and said, "Fang Yi, take this, I’ve merged ancient poetry with modern verse to create such a masterpiece. Let’s see how you can beat me."

A masterpiece?!

The crowd was dumbfounded, Teacher Zheng’s face was covered in shame, and Wang Zhuo also wore a bizarre expression, as if everyone was shocked by Bai Xiaohua’s action. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Fang Yi looked at the extremely proud Bai Xiaohua and said indifferently, "Bai Xiaohua, I really don’t want to crush you, but is this truly... a masterpiece?"

"Of course!" Bai Xiaohua said.

Fang Yi was at a loss for words. He suddenly felt that Bai Xiaohua’s case of ’chunibyo’ was quite severe. Fang Yi picked up the paper and passed it to Teacher Zheng.

Teacher Zheng glanced over the poem on the paper, and his eyes instantly brightened. After a moment, Teacher Zheng looked back at Bai Xiaohua and asked, "Little Flower, what was the bet you made with him?"

"Fifty thousand for a poem," Bai Xiaohua said with boastful pride.

"Um... you... should give him the money," Teacher Zheng said softly.

Yet, with that single sentence, Bai Xiaohua was stunned, and the next moment it looked as if she wanted to charge over.

"Why! That guy didn’t even finish elementary school; how could his poem possibly be better than mine?!" Bai Xiaohua yelled fiercely.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the poem again. A poem written by someone who hadn’t finished elementary school?

At that moment, Fang Yi spoke up, "Teacher Zheng, please read it."

"Okay," Teacher Zheng responded.

The room fell silent once again.

Thick ink stains the city, as though the sky is pressing down

A thousand horses and ten thousand troops roar in unison

Amidst the neon lights, the green is no longer seen

Because of the small antlers clustered in the cage

Mr. Calculative opened his half-closed eyes like unsheathed swords; Wang Zhuo stepped forward, took a glance at the paper in Teacher Zheng’s hand, and nodded to himself. In the audience, there was nothing but stares of disbelief.

In a secluded corner of the bar, Song Hongye sat alone at a high table, holding a glass of red wine, her cheeks flushed. She shook her head in amusement and murmured to herself, "This guy... really isn’t afraid of inciting public outrage."

"This poem is good, it’s powerful, satirical."

"But I’m a bit curious, who is the ’small antler’ meant to insult?"

"Damn it, he’s not insulting us, is he!"

In an instant, the outrage among the gathered rich young masters and mistresses peaked. The ’small antler clustered in the cage’ wasn’t just insulting Bai Xiaohua; it was as good as naming and shaming them too!

Bai Xiaohua’s face hurt. This was the feeling of being slapped in the face. Was this a poem by someone who hadn’t attended elementary school? Even if Bai Xiaohua desperately wanted to deny it, he knew Fang Yi’s poem was better than his.

Bai Xiaohua wanted to crawl into a hole. The feeling of being utterly crushed was truly unpleasant.

Which poem was good and which was bad had become distinctly clear at this moment.

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