What to do if you become famous too fast

"Believe in the Poison King, the Poison King will win!"

"..."

The barrage has everything, it's a mess.

The scene of Huashi Club.

Some people with literary skills began to frown and wonder whether they could write a decent Mid-Autumn Ci.

Even Qu Mingfeng had a solemn look in his eyes: "Old Wan is going all out, I guess he can't write this topic well, right?"

Wang Huan was stunned after hearing the topic: "A word about Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Wan Xiwen said, "That's right."

Wang Huan took a deep breath: "Okay."

Wan Xiwen said, "I'll go first this time."

The person who makes the first move means less time to think.With Wan Xiwen's status, he didn't bother to take advantage of this, so he offered to come first.

Wang Huan nodded without forcing.

Soon someone brought up the paper, ink, brush and inkstone and put them on a table.

This time the competition is much more formal than the previous competition.

Wan Xiwen was as depressed as water, and sat on the chair, picked up the brush with his right hand, dipped in the ink, and fell into thinking.

There was silence around, and no one dared to make a sound, so as not to disturb Wan Xiwen's thoughts.

About a few minutes passed.

Wan Xiwen picked up the brush and began to write vigorously on the white rice paper.

A few lines of beautiful words began to appear on the paper.

"Mid-Autumn Festival"

"It's common to see a full moon on the fifteenth day, but people only pay attention to Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thousands of families are reunited, singing and laughing, holding wine and tall buildings.

The water flows in the east, the hook is several degrees, and the mirror shines on the white head.

In a prosperous year and a prosperous age, a good night is a beautiful time, and you will rest when you are drunk. "

[Note: The author's level is limited. This word is taken from the Internet, and the author is not found. If there is any infringement, it will be deleted immediately. 】

Soon, this poem was fully displayed in front of everyone.

The sound of admiration became one piece.

"Good words! Good words!"

"It's common to see a full moon on the fifteenth day, but people only pay attention to Mid-Autumn Festival. It's very good."

"As expected of Professor Wan, he wrote such an extraordinary poem in just a few minutes."

"As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one."

"Is this a competition between literati? The scumbags are trembling. Even if I can write a poem, my words that are like a dog chewing on them are shameful."

"Brother Huan is in trouble."

"..."

Qu Mingfeng showed an expression of admiration: "Lao Wan is hiding his secrets. He was able to write such a high-quality Mid-Autumn Festival Ci in such a short period of time. I admire him."

"That's right, the old Wanbao Sword is not old yet."

"Old Wan is still amazing."

Lin Xingming and other sect masters also laughed out loud.

After Wan Xiwen finished writing, he gently put the brush aside, stood up, and smiled at Wang Huan: "Wang Huan, it's your turn."

Chapter 0286 water melody head!

"Wang Huan, it's your turn."

Wan Xiwen's words made everyone focus on Wang Huan instantly.

Many people have expectations in their eyes. After all, just now Wang Huan just wrote a poem "Youth Doesn't Know Worry", which shocked everyone, so everyone is wondering whether Wang Huan will have another amazing performance.

But there are also many people who take pleasure in other people's misfortune.

It is not uncommon for you, Wang Huan, to write a good poem, but can you write a second poem that is comparable to "youth does not know sorrow" in a short period of time?

They don't believe it!

Many netizens also do not believe it.

The barrage is dense.

"It's not that I don't believe Brother Huan, it's that Wan Xiwen is too strong."

"Perhaps this will be the first Waterloo in Brother Huan's life."

"Professor Wan's poem just now is indeed a superb work, and it was written in such a short period of time, which is even more rare."

"In any case, Brother Huan is awesome enough."

"That's right, just the "untitled" strong words of worry are enough to make Brother Huan stand out from the crowd."

"..."

Wang Huan also admired the word "Mid-Autumn Festival" created by Wan Xiwen. As a college student in 211 school, he still has a basic level of appreciation for poetry. , but in the context of the decline of modern poetry, it is not easy to write a poem with such an artistic conception.

"Wan Lao, I admire you."

Wang Huan sighed in admiration, and sat down in Wan Xiwen's seat just now.

"Haha, you are not bad, I hope you can give us another surprise."

Wan Xiwen was in a good mood, and it was entirely because of his extraordinary performance that he was able to compose the lyrics just now in a few minutes.If he does it again, he himself is not sure that he can write a poem of comparable level.

"You won't be disappointed."