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Du Yan smiled and said: "Wang Huan, so many of us have already made a fool of ourselves, why don't you come and recite a poem now? Let us see your talent."

Finally tonight's topic.

Everyone in the cabin cheered up.

The barrage in the Qiqi live broadcast room was significantly reduced, and everyone was glued to the screen.

As for the fans and media reporters on the shore, they pricked up their ears, wanting to hear how Wang Huan should deal with it.

In the cabin, more than 20 members of the Shanshui Poetry Club stood up together, each with sharp eyes, forming a powerful momentum, and pressed towards Wang Huan.

This is the imposing manner they have just finished reading more than a dozen poems.

Also out of self-confidence.

They believed that under such pressure, a mere actor would be so frightened that he could not even speak smoothly.

Also write poetry?Go home and breastfeed!

However, the next moment, their eyes widened.

Under the momentum of more than 20 of them, Wang Huan, who had been standing all the time after entering the cabin, found a seat and sat down, showing a faint smile: "Is it my turn? I also just thought of a poem , this poem is called "Pipa Xing", please enlighten me."

Chapter 0167 Pipa line, shocking the world

Yo?

Have a poem in mind?

The members of the Shanshui Poetry Club looked at each other with mocking expressions.

They looked like they were watching a play, and wanted to see what kind of song Wang Huan could write.

Maybe after a while, there will be one more laughable and generous poem in this world.

Gee.

Think about it and look forward to it.

As for the Qiqi live broadcast room, netizens were in an uproar.

"Brother Huan really wrote a poem?"

"Did I hear you right? Could it be doggerel?"

"I guess Brother Huan's poem is like this: seven days after seven days, how many seven days, seven days and seven days, Brother Huan talks too much..."

"Damn it, you're ruthless upstairs. The labor and management are drinking water. When they saw you, they burst out laughing. You pay me for the keyboard."

"Surprised Auntie! Take pictures!"

"This car is driving at a speed of [-], right?"

"The champion of the annual poetry competition was born, and he is this sand sculpture netizen named 'Burning Chest Hair'."

"..."

At this time, in the screen, Wang Huan cleared his throat and said.

"This Pipa Xing is about the night of the Xunyang River. Because the picture at this moment reminds me of a folk legend in the past. I have a feeling in my heart, so I made the following poem. Please listen to it."

Xunyang River?

where is it?

Everyone in the cabin looked at each other in blank dismay, because they had never heard of this place name.

Just when everyone was a little embarrassed, Wen Liang said in a low voice: "I remembered, it is a small tributary of Jiangxi Province. I don't know where Wang Huan heard about it."

Du Yan nodded, but did not speak.

He thought Wang Huan was playing tricks, and really thought he could bluff us by making up a place name that everyone had never heard of?

What a joke!

No one is scared.

Wang Huan looked through the cabin and looked at the woman playing the pipa in the bow, with a gloomy gaze.

After a while, he opened his mouth to chant poems.

"Seeing off the guests on the Xunyang River at night, the maple leaves and the flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounts and the guests are on the boat, and there is no orchestra to drink..."

A line of poetry can be seen from high to low.

Du Yan felt contemptuous when he heard "seeing off guests on the Xunyang River at the first night", it really is a poem without nutrition.But when Wang Huan read the second sentence "Maple Leaf, Dihua, Autumn" from Wang Huan's mouth, his expression became a little uneasy.

At least, he could not write such poems himself.

Does this Wang Huan really have real skills?

Isn't he just an actor who sings?

Du Yan was in doubt.

At the same time, the expressions of other members of the Shanshui Poetry Club in the cabin also became very exciting.

In order to worry that some netizens may not understand, the Whale Live broadcast platform specially invited two scholars with high professional level in ancient poetry to do simultaneous translation in the live broadcast room for tonight's live broadcast.

They immediately typed Wang Huan's poems into words.

So, after seeing the poems in the live broadcast room, the reactions of the members of the Shanshui Poetry Club were completely different, and the netizens immediately exploded.

"Is this really a poem written by Brother Huan?"

"My mother asked me why I knelt down and looked at the computer every day."

"As a graduate student majoring in literature, Xiaosheng is here to say something to the point, Brother Huan's poetry skills are absolutely strong."

"I was so scared, I thought I was back in a high school class again, the illusion of a bully memorizing texts on the podium."

"Stop making noise, listen quickly..."

Wang Huan was still reading poems.

It was only then that everyone discovered that the poem written by Wang Huan did not seem to have four or eight lines in the traditional sense.

It's very, very long.