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Chapter 601 Chapter 601: Modern Poetry
Everyone looked back and found that the person who came was a woman in her 30s, with exquisite makeup, waist-length curly hair, wearing a red cheongsam, and she was very bright and charming.

Um, of course, when I get older, the crow's feet in the corners of my eyes can't be covered up.

"Xingyu, don't talk too much! Everyone is talking, and our table is not too loud. I think you are just trying to find fault!"

Zhang Mingyi was the first to stand up, staring at the star language with a cold face.

Soon, many people gathered behind Xingyu.

Even the other people present looked over.

"So it's Xingyu, she has always been at odds with martial arts authors."

"What's the disagreement? It's obviously because her books are not selling well, especially recently. That Zipei must know that many female readers of Xingyu have read martial arts novels."

"What is this? If you have the ability, you can let male readers read her books."

"Who likes to watch those that hurt the spring and the autumn."

Ruan Jun probably understood from some people's comments that this star language is a small-bellied person.

There are no shortage of such people in any circle.

"Zhang Mingyi, don't be bloody, I came here purely because you were too noisy."

"Hey, have you seen other people believe it?"

Xingyu's face darkened, and someone from the fans behind her spoke.

"We're both literati, so don't argue in public. It just so happens that we were talking about the meaning of modern poetry, why don't we just make friends through poetry?"

"That's right, we're all friends, and this is Miss Gong's territory, so don't make trouble."

What a friend through poetry.

Modern poetry is also prescribed.

Ruan Jun looked at the people at their table.

She has familiarized with their prose, most of them have no poetry skills, and the only one who has is probably Ping Yu, a martial arts master.

However, what he is good at is ancient poetry.

"Why do you say what you say? You come to find fault with yourself, and you talk about making friends with poetry. Do you think you are the emperor or me? You really put a few pheasant feathers in, and you regard yourself as a phoenix? Among you, Is there anyone who can beat me in book sales? Even I can’t beat it, so you’re not ashamed to ask us to challenge you, right? Oh, I see, you’re keeping your shame at home, aren’t you? .”

Zhang Ming's eloquence was so good that the faces of Xing Yu and the others turned black.

Xingyu sneered: "Zhang Mingyi, don't talk so much, so what if I'm looking for trouble today? You don't dare to compare, do you?"

"If you have the ability, you can compare ancient poems with us Zipei and Ping Yu. Xingyu, do you think we don't know that you have published a collection of poems? It's really interesting for you to compare your strengths with our weaknesses."

Xingyu raised his eyebrows: "Zhang Mingyi, you say so much, you just want to admit defeat, right? Are you too?"

Xingyu's eyes swept over everyone arrogantly.

"you--"

"Okay, Mingyi." Ruan Jun stood up suddenly, took two steps forward, and came to Xingyu.

"I'm competing with you. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Zipei. The masterpiece is the Trilogy of Shooting the Condors."

In a word, let the audience be quiet, followed by buzzing discussions.

Obviously, there is no one present who has not heard of Ruan Jun's reputation.

"Zipei, don't be impulsive!" Fuyun wanted to hold her back.

Ruan Jun patted her hand, "Don't worry."

Fuyun was stunned.

"That's fine!" Xing Yu hurriedly said, as if afraid that she would go back on her word.

"What type of modern poems are you writing? Why don't you propose one each," Ruan Jun chuckled, "You should propose first."

Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and then his brows stretched, "That's fine, for me, it's love. Are you okay?"

"Love, of course." Ruan Jun smiled meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)