What to do if you become famous too fast

A man in a shirt in his 30s stood up and shouted to Wang Huan, "Hey! That Wang Huan, I heard you sing? Why don't you sing a song for us now?"

This tone is treating Wang Huan like an ancient singer, which is extremely rude.

The others didn't stop them, but showed expressions of watching the excitement.

Wang Huan was not angry, but smiled and said, "Sir, it seems that you like Wang's songs very much?"

The man in the shirt curled his lips: "Like it? I haven't even heard your song."

Wang Huan's face turned cold for a moment: "Since you haven't heard of it, why are you pretending to be noble? It's nothing more than being rude to a guest, and calling around, am I your father or your mother? I'm on call ? With such virtue, you still have the face to say that you are a literati, and you can’t even do the most basic etiquette, integrity, and shame. Who gave you confidence?"

There was no sound in the cabin.

One by one showed surprise.

The man in the shirt was ashen-faced and almost fainted with anger.

No one expected that Wang Huan would be so tough, and he ruthlessly retorted his words.

The people standing on the bank didn't know what Wang Huan said.

However, the netizens in the Qiqi live broadcast room clearly heard Wang Huan's words under the high-quality radio.

The hearts of netizens instantly boiled.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"The first time I saw brother Huan go crazy, my mother blushed."

"That's it! Brother Huan said it so well! Haha, am I your father or your mother? On call? I burst out laughing."

"Give me some strength from the poisonous army, the poisonous king has already become a qualified troll, shouldn't we be better than the poisonous king?"

……

Du Yan's face became ugly.

But soon his expression returned to normal.

He smiled and said: "Today Wang Huan is here to discuss poetry and poetry with you. We should not waste time. It is useless to judge the quality of poetry, sharp teeth, everyone, right?"

Obviously, he was insinuating that Wang Huan only knows how to talk.

Other members of the Shanshui Poetry Club in the cabin spoke out one after another.

"Okay, let's see the difference in poetry."

"What's the use of speaking loudly? It's not as good as a shrew."

"Write poetry, I'm already hungry and thirsty."

"..."

Du Yan smiled faintly, looked around the cabin, and said, "Everyone knows the rules just now, who will come first?"

A young man with a slightly melancholic temperament stood up: "President, I will show my shame first."

Du Yan said: "Okay, Chenfeng, it's you."

Chen Feng nodded, and stood with his hands behind his back, with a literati demeanor.

"This poem has no title."

"The slender jade fingers move, like in a curling jug, and the strings of the pipa sound desolately. Who should listen to this worry?"

Wang Huan didn't make a sound yet.

Others in the cabin praised loudly.

"Nice poem!"

"It's so artistic."

"Chenfeng is worthy of being Chenfeng, and his poetry skills have improved."

At this time, in the Qiqi live broadcast room, after hearing Chenfeng's poem, netizens also started discussing it.

It's just that the words of netizens are much sharper.

"It's okay, it's interesting."

"It is true that you have a certain foundation, but you can't make it into the elegant hall."

"Writing some shit that doesn't rhyme or equate."

"Is this a member of the so-called Shanshui Poetry Club? Isn't it too low? It seems that if I go over, I must be the president."

After Chen Feng finished reading the poem, he looked at Wang Huan with provocation in his eyes.

At this time, another member stood up: "I'll be the second."

Du Yan laughed: "Okay! Wen Liang, wait for the masterpiece."

The young man named Wen Liang looked at the woman who was playing the pipa with a trace of desolation in his eyes.

"Poem Title: Traveling Alone."

"A piece of pipa hurts anyone, a cup of tea cools alone, a lonely boat floats with the waves, and a touch of white hair stains the vicissitudes of life."

As a college student in the new century, Wang Huan also has a certain level of appreciation for ancient poetry. After hearing this poem, he secretly nodded in his heart, it is indeed good.

According to the information given to him by Deng Guangyuan, this young man named Wen Liang is also a relatively powerful figure in the Poetry Club, and now it seems that he is indeed of a certain level.

Sure enough, when Wen Liang finished reading, there was warm applause in the cabin.

Du Yan even said: "Four words, the way is bleak. It's a solo poem, and it's a gentle one. Compared with this, the poem I had carefully prepared is a bit out of hand."

Wen Liang cupped his hands: "President, you don't have to be humble, Wen Liang is more than one level behind you."

Du Yan laughed out loud.

Next, several people stood up and read the poems they wrote.

There are high levels and low levels.

Soon, more than half an hour passed.

As if everyone had a tacit understanding, more than 20 people in the cabin all looked at Wang Huan.