Super Demon Hospital System

Regarding the theme of "spring", I don't know how many people have written it. Lin Tian already had several poems to write, so he didn't even think about it, and directly wrote a quatrain by Du Fu.

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful in late days, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.

Swallows fly when the mud melts, mandarin ducks sleep when the sand is warm. "

When a poem was completed, Zhang Yuanjun next to him couldn't help but read it with great joy. Even without the official seal, he knew that this poem would definitely reach the mansion. Every word and every sentence told the beauty of spring, and it was extremely vivid.

"It's another Dafu poem! This is too scary for Lin Maocai!" Countless people below exclaimed, Lin Tian's two Dafu poems in a row made people wonder whether "Dafu" poems can be easily made out of the illusion.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjun picked up the poem draft on the table that was still ink-stained with lightning speed, and put it into his arms like a treasure, regardless of what others thought.

"Haha, I finally got a copy of your first manuscript! Thank you Lin Maocai~"

"Mr. Zhang Yuan doesn't need to be too polite. The students will rely on you to take care of them in the future."

"No problem, leave it to me. If you have trouble finding me in the future, I have to ask you for something tomorrow. Let's not mention this matter for the time being. I'll go back upstairs first." When this happened, he happily returned to the VIP building with the manuscript in his arms.

The second round of spring-themed competitions is not yet over. Lin Tian finished writing the fastest because he was the first to write it. The time for half a stick of incense has not yet come, and many people have not finished writing.

Among these people, there were actually three Juren participating in it. All three of them were writing seriously. Although they were writing slowly, they did not stop. When one of them was writing, he began to gather faint talents around him, and it was obvious that he would also write. A sign of a good poem.

"Ha, don't think Dafu will win. With so many people present, there are inevitably geniuses with poetry expertise, especially this theme about 'spring'. It is easier for those geniuses to have a chance to write poems of Dafu or above. "In the crowd, some people who were jealous of Lin Tian whispered.

Sure enough, the person who supported Miss Yingying had completed a poem, and even had the qualifications to become a rich man.

After that, the rest of them finished one after another. Except for three poems from the county, the others were all excellent. Since there were two Dafu poems, they should be judged according to the level of talent.

Dong Zhifu took out the official seal and put it on the poem manuscript that Zhang Yuanjun had no choice but to hand over and the poem manuscript of the Juren, and finally concluded that Lin Tian's poetry talent was five inches higher, a lot ahead, and was about to let the host come to a conclusion , County Bo Fang came to act as a demon again.

"I don't think it's right. Talent is just the appearance of judgment. In my opinion, Lu Ming's "Zan Chun" is very suitable for the atmosphere of the scene and fits the theme better. Therefore, I suggest a tie, or let Lin Maocai wrote another Dafu poem, and I have nothing to say."

"Master Fang, please stop being so nonsense. If you have any objections, why didn't you say it before Master Dong used the official seal? You have to wait until the judgment."

"I think he's just waiting for the result of the judging. If Lu Ming's poems are more talented than Lin Tian's, I'm afraid he won't bring them up!"

"Old Li, what nonsense are you talking about? Everyone knows that Mr. Fang has been targeting Lin Maocai everywhere until now."

Lin Tian sighed, didn't say much, picked up the brush, and started to write like flying on the table again.