Horror Resurgence: Maam, Please Respect My Profession

Chapter 186 Is Brilliant! The limelight has been robbed by Su Bai! Gas exploded!!

With the voice of Nangong Wan’er, the other zombie boys and ladies present also saw Su Bai!

“It was he who wrote the poem!”

Some zombie ladies couldn’t help but light up their eyes.

Some zombie boys are whispering something to the players next to them, asking them to recall whether the Overworld has this poem or not.

“Miss Nangong, he is a human being, even if he is your friend, he is not qualified to engrave his name on the Yunxi Tower, nor is he qualified to participate in this poetry meeting.”

The Third Duke of Song spoke.

Su Bai stole the limelight from him, and now he has to engrave Su Bai’s name on the pillar of the Yunxi Building!

How is this possible!

When Nangong Wan’er heard his words, the anger on her body suddenly changed: So, this poetry meeting is your word? What else would it mean to have such a poem?

The third prince of Song’s expression changed.

Although he was the organizer of the poetry meeting, he could not decide on his own

Among the zombie princesses present, there were still a few who were similar to his status

Moreover, he was still a little afraid to provoke Nangong Wan’er.

“Song Gongzi, he is using the quota of Miss Nangong, as long as Miss Nangong is willing, there is nothing about it~ ”

A zombie lady spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Su’s poem is really wonderful, and Miss Situ has chosen this poem.”

Another zombie lady spoke.

As they spoke, so did the other zombie ladies.

“Song Gongzi, this poem is really good, and it is not indispensable to make an exception. A zombie boy opened his mouth, and the mentality of this zombie boy was different from those zombie ladies. ”

His literary style is not as good as that of the Third Prince of Song, and he is not willing to watch the Third Prince of Song alone in the limelight, and now that He has the limelight of Su Bai pressing down on the Third Prince of Song, he is naturally happy to see it.

With his opening, some other zombie boys with similar psychology also opened their mouths.

Seeing the zombie princes present, the ladies all opened their mouths, and Song Sangongzi was no longer happy, and could only promise to leave this poem.

“I went, what Su Bai wanted to do, this Song Gongzi was obviously upset with him.” Next to the Wu family zombies in linhai, Li Guo was puzzled. ”

Su Bai is obviously pulling the hatred of the Prince of Song!

Immediately, a craftsman came up and carved the poem into a pillar.

Seeing that Su Bai’s poem was engraved, the third prince of Song was depressed.

“Let’s go, let’s go to the second floor!”

Song San Gongzi Dao.

Many zombies began to walk up to the second floor.

The Third Duke of Song led everyone straight to the east window, and from there, he could see a lot of weeping willows by the Yunxi River.

“On the second floor, we’ll each compose a poem, how about that?”

The Third Duke of Song looked at everyone and said.

At this level, he was sure enough, because he had previously composed a very high-level wing liu poem!

Wing Liu!

The other zombie ladies agreed.

“I’ll come first.”

A zombie boy took the lead in composing a poem.

“Good for a short stay”

As soon as the poem came out, many zombie boys shouted good.

Then, the other zombie boys also wrote poems one after another, and when the zombie boys were finished, it was the turn of the zombie ladies again.

“Willows by the Yunxi River, full of green branches.”

The poem of a zombie lady is not bad, and as soon as it is finished, there are a large number of zombie boys who call out well.

“Miss Qin Yun’s poem is absolutely described by Willow Tree, and she is ashamed of herself.”

A zombie boy slapped his ass.

Shoot that Qin family’s zombie dry gold to the heart.

The other zombie princes also followed, and even the third prince of Song also praised a few words.

Then, the second zombie lady also began to compose poems, and these zombie misses’ poems, whether good or bad, each one of them, will inevitably win the full applause.

Some players also applauded there.

Finally, except for Situ Mingyue and Nangong Wan’er, all the zombie ladies had finished their poems.

“I heard that Miss Situ is very talented, may I write a poem?”

The Third Duke of Song initiated an invitation to Situ Mingyue.

Situ Mingyue finally spoke, and his voice was cold: “No, I can just watch.” ”

The third prince of Song did not reluctantly, he was preparing to release his own poems, and his eyes swept to Nangong Wan’er: “Does Miss Nangong still have any poems?” ”

“Yes.”

Nangong Wan’er stood up and looked at the willow tree outside the window, and Zhu Li gently opened: “Jasper is dressed as a tree high, and ten thousand green silks hang down at the end.” I don’t know who cut out the fine leaves in February like scissors. ”

“Miss Nangong’s poem is amazing!”

As soon as Nangong Wan’er’s voice fell, a zombie boy couldn’t help but boast.

“Indeed, this poem, whether it is the intention or the description, is very exquisite compared to one another, and my poem seems to be a bit funny.”

Another zombie boy said.

“I don’t know who cut the fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors!” Wonderful! ”

One by one, the other zombie boys also opened their mouths.

The difference between the other zombie ladies who had complimented them before was that this time, they really thought the poem was good.

Test.

The look in Third Duke Song’s eyes sank again.

He was originally prepared to make his final appearance, suppressing the audience with a poem.

However, as soon as Nangong Wan’er’s poem came out, the Third Prince of Song discovered that his poems. Can’t get my hands on it!

Song Sangongzi glanced at the player next to him, and the player quickly shook his head.

On the side, there are several zombies who are quickly flipping through the overworld poetry collection but obviously can’t find it!

Damn it!

“Miss Nangong, did you compose this poem yourself?”

Situ Mingyue opened his mouth at this time.

Nangong Wan’er shook her head, “No, this poem is still given to me by Mr. Su!” ”

Situ Mingyue looked at Su Bai and showed an expression that was indeed like this.

“Wow, it was Mr. Su again, Mr. Su is talented!”

A zombie lady couldn’t help but praise Su Bai.

It’s Su Bai again!

Third Duke Song had anger in his eyes again!

However, in public, he was not good at getting angry, and even if nangong Wan’er had to suppress his anger.

“Miss Nangong, this time are you attending the poetry meeting, or is Mr. Su attending the poetry meeting?”

Watching many zombie ladies praise Su Bai’s poems there, Song Sangongzi suppressed his anger and asked.

Nangong Wan’er looked at him without showing weakness: “Is there a difference?” Mr. Su is my friend, and if I participate, it is equivalent to him participating! ”

The Third Duke of Song heard the words and stagnated!

“Song Gongzi, in fact, it doesn’t matter, just when Mr. Su is Miss Nangong to participate in it ~”

Immediately, a zombie lady ran out to support Su Bai.

Others responded.

“Does Prince Song still want to write poetry?”

Nangong Wan’er looked at Song Sangongzi and asked.

“Of course!”

Although the third prince of Song felt that Su Bai’s poems were good, he did not concede defeat.

I also released my own poems.

His poems are actually not bad, but they are more than one grade worse than Su Bai’s.

After all, Su Bai’s song is a classic masterpiece that was selected into the textbook before crossing, and even primary school students will memorize it.

In another world, elementary school students will be back. That means the poem is really good!

“Now, let’s vote for the poet!”

This round is more democratic, unlike the first floor, after all, the first floor itself is written to praise the beauty of Situ Mingyue.

After Song Sangongzi finished speaking, he was still very personable and gave his vote to a zombie lady.

He still has a certain amount of self-confidence, after all, his poetry is not bad, and he thinks that his personal charm is also outstanding.

But right away, he was dumbfounded.

Because.

The zombie lady he voted for, in the blink of an eye, voted for Su Bai’s poem! Other zombie ladies also voted for Su Bai.

The zombie boys, in addition to a few who had a particularly strong relationship with him, also had several who voted for Su Bai.

Thereupon.

The poetry of this layer once again fell on Su Bai’s body!

If Song San Gongzi hadn’t been a zombie, his face would have turned the color of pig’s liver now.

The zombie was born expressionless to save him, did not make him lose his attitude! However, in his heart, he was already depressed and about to explode! Although he was about to explode, The Third Duke of Song still maintained his demeanor.

Invite everyone to the third floor.

In the middle of the third floor, there is a pot of peony flowers that are in full bloom.

Yes, the poem on this floor is to describe this peony flower.

“The only peony in the world is the real flower…”

Zombie boys are the first to start.

Then, one by one, the other zombie boys improvised poems.

The gaze of the Third Duke of Song was more on Su Bai’s body.

He didn’t believe that Su Bai could come up with any good poems!

Finally, the zombie boys finished the poem, and then the zombie ladies wrote this time separately.

Without waiting for the Third Duke of Song to speak, after the other zombie ladies finished writing poems, Nangong Wan’er opened her mouth: “Fall of the red and start to spit out the fang, the best name is called the Hundred Flower King.” Compete for the world’s unparalleled beauty independent world’s first fragrance! ”

“Good!”

As soon as Nangong Wan’er’s voice fell, a large number of zombie boys shouted well.

These guys, in the past poetry meetings, were suppressed very badly by the Three Princes of Song, and now it is not easy for someone to suppress the Three Princes of Song, and one by one they are following the coaxing.

Of course, Nangong Wan’er’s poems are also really good.

Otherwise, no matter how much they hold it, it will be useless.

The other zombie ladies also shouted good. The third prince of Song’s appearance began to look bad again.

This poem of Nangong Wan’er is actually so good! Some of the zombies had subconsciously looked at Su Bai.

“This is also a poem given to me by Mr. Su.”

Nangong Wan’er said.

The other zombies were no longer surprised.

“Mr. Su is really talented!”

The zombie lady who was the first to compete for Su Bai before couldn’t help but praise.

Other Zombie Misses, you also said a word, I said a word.

Even the poems of the Third Duke of Song have not yet been written, and no one remembers them.

“This time, the poetry is Mr. Su’s poem, and I will vote for Mr. Su.”

There are zombie ladies who are ready to vote.

Song San Gongzi looked at Su Bai, who was surrounded in the middle, and his heart was depressed again and almost exploded!

People’s sorrows and joys are not the same, and the current Song Gongzi only thinks that they are a little too noisy

“Song Gongzi has not yet written poetry ~” Finally someone remembered Song Sangongzi.

“Third Duke Song, you should write poetry quickly, we are good to vote~,” said a zombie lady.

Song Sangongzi made a straight face and read out his own poem.

He was also a little expectant of the repercussions of his poems after they were read out.

“Okay, now it’s time to vote for Mr. Sue.”

The zombie lady hurried after he finished reading it.

The Third Duke of Song was suddenly angry!

Almost vomited blood!

Not surprisingly, the poets of this layer became Su Bai again.

The other players looked a little dumbfounded, and they didn’t know where Su Bai got so many beautiful poems.

There is no Overworld.

Similarly, these players don’t know what Su Bai wants to do, this is simply the rhythm of killing Song Sangongzi!

The fourth floor has arrived.

At this level, the third prince of Song decided to preemptively attack.

“This kind of bean, that is, red bean, when I was young, I loved to eat it, but unfortunately I can’t eat it now, but it doesn’t prevent me from nostalgia for it.”

Song San Gongzi touched the red bean road in a dustpan.

“Some human beings like to use red beans to express acacia, and today’s poems are the same.”

When he finished, he groaned.

“Linglong red beans are not easy to see, and I don’t know it.”

Between the chants, he also looked at Situ Mingyue with affectionate eyes.

It seems that this poem was written for Situ Mingyue and showed Situ Mingyue the same traces of his heart.

“What a disciple!”

Nangong Wan’er had completely seen the true face of the Third Duke of Song.

“Good poetry!”

As soon as the third son of Song finished chanting, several zombie princes cheered up.

Some zombie ladies were disdainful there, and they could see that the Third Duke of Song was trying to seduce Situ Mingyue this time.

“Song Gongzi’s poem is really good, giving life to a small number of red beans.”

A zombie boy commented there.

The third prince of Song had a color on his face.

Finally found a round.

“Since Song Gongzi was the first to compose poetry, the little girl should also give poetry first.” At this time, Nangong Wan’er opened her mouth. ”

In Song Sangongzi’s heart, he subconsciously felt bad.

“Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches are sent in the spring.” May the king pick up more, this thing is the most acacia. ”

Nangong Wan’er faintly chanted her own poem.

“Good!”

Soon after her voice fell, many zombie boys, misses, all shouted at the same time!

This poem is indeed better.

“Compared with the poems of Song Gongzi, Miss Nangong’s poems are more exquisite, not a single word is superfluous, and it is catchy to read, seemingly concise, but in fact it is more superior.”

A zombie lady commented.

“After listening to Miss Nangong’s poems, my poems can’t be taken out, and I suggest that the poets at this level should directly choose Miss Nangong’s poems.”

“Most of such beautiful poems were written by Mr. Su~

“That’s for sure, Mr. Su is really brilliant~”

The other zombie ladies also spoke.

Although the face of the Third Young Song Family was extremely stiff, at this time, it was as if he could see the face.

His face became extremely ugly.

His heart was even more difficult to feel, and he was going to be blown up!

At the end of the day, his limelight was completely robbed by Su Bai! The zombie ladies present, no one paid attention to him at all.

His poems, in front of Su Bai’s poems, were also exactly like pediatrics, and even Situ Mingyue did not look at him again!

How this makes him angry!

“Abominable!”

On the contrary, there were so many people here, no matter how angry he was, he couldn’t openly take su Bai as a matter of what to do, he could only be incapable and furious there, and he was about to get rid of internal injuries!