What to do if you become famous too fast

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poo.Leisurely, tossing and turning.

......"

Guan Ju!

In the normal world, it is a love poem that almost everyone knows.It is excerpted from the beginning of "The Book of Songs" and has been widely spread.In particular, the phrase "a fair lady, a gentleman likes a good girl" has almost become a common saying in the world, and it has been talked about by countless people.Even if you are a scumbag, you can pop out the eight words "my fair lady, a gentleman is so good" when picking up girls to pretend to be aggressive.From this we can see how influential this classic love poem in a parallel world is.

But at this moment, when Qi Qi heard "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good", the deer in her heart began to scramble.If Wang Huan said this poem to a scumbag girl, maybe the other party didn't respond yet, but just looked confused.But Qiqi is a top student, so he felt the fiery emotion in the poem almost instantly.

"Is this the Valentine's Day gift my senior gave me?"

What a beautiful poem, what a straightforward expression of emotion.

Qiqi's heart was infatuated when she heard it.

In the live broadcast room with a black screen, a group of voyeurs were dumbfounded.

"Fuck, what does this poem say?"

"I don't understand, what about Auntie? Quickly translate!"

"What the hell, shut up a litter of pigs, drinking porridge?"

"Bullshit poetry, the scumbags don't understand anything."

"It's just scary, if I understand it, it means that the poems written by Brother Huan are easy to understand, even if it is in the textbook. But Nima's bullet screens are all incomprehensible, what does this mean? It means The Poison King is amplifying his moves again! The key point is that the Poison King himself doesn’t know it yet. Students, hold on tight!”

Although most of the netizens who watched the live broadcast did not know what Wang Huan was talking about, there was never a lack of great masters on the Internet.

Soon, someone wrote Wang Huan's poems. Although some characters were incorrect, they were almost the same.What's more, these great gods also explained the meaning of this poem in detail in brackets.

So the barrage exploded again.

"It's so difficult to understand, even after reading the translation."

"For the first time, labor and management have seen how a top student falls in love."

"My fair lady, a gentleman is so good...Brother Huan has brought girls to a new level."

"Large-scale live broadcast of dog abuse, the key thing is still a black screen."

"The scumbag silently exits the studio."

"The single dog silently exits the studio."

"Gao Sangou silently exits the studio."

As the director of the poisonous army, Wei Shuo immediately discovered the problem of Qiqi forgetting to close the live broadcast room. He immediately called Qiqi, but no one answered for a long time.Wei Shuo hurriedly called Wang Huan's mobile phone again, but he still didn't get through.

He didn't know that in order to avoid being disturbed by others, Wang Huan had already muted both mobile phones.As for Qiqi, because she wanted to sing just now, her phone was also in silent mode.

Jiang Fei also got the news, and after finding out that Wang Huan and Qiqi couldn't be contacted, she had no choice but to shake her head: "These two, why are you so careless?"

Beijing.

Qu Mingfeng's expression was a bit dignified. He held the poem read by Wang Huangang in his hand, and said to Wan Xiwen next to him: "This style of poetry seems to be traced back to the dynasties before the Great Zhou Dynasty. It can be said to be the reality of classical literature. It is very valuable for research. I didn’t expect Wang Huan to write it, and every sentence is not simple.”

Wan Xiwen said: "Wang Huan, that brat, if it wasn't for the live broadcast mistakes, he would definitely have hidden such a good poem. This is a cultural treasure that may be passed down, and he actually uses it to pick up girls."

"It's abominable!"

The two took a deep breath and shouted at the same time.

……

The banks of the Yangtze River.

Wang Huan finished reading the whole poem in a cadenced tone that he thought was rich in emotion.This is his carefully selected love poem.In his opinion, if he took out this handed down work in the parallel world and read it to Qi Qi, the other party would definitely be deeply touched.

Now it seems that Wang Huan is very satisfied with the effect.

Qiqi was really moved, her eyes lit up, and her eyes were full of admiration.

Wang Huan smiled and said, "Qiqi, do you like it?"

Qi Qi hummed: "Senior, the writing is really good. No matter what others say, in my heart, you are the most powerful poet."

Wang Huan tidied up his collar that was messed up by the river wind, and then said with a light smile, "I'm not the most powerful poet. But if you want me to write poems, it's too easy. I can give you as much as you want. How much do you write."

When he said this, Wang Huan's tone revealed a faint pretense.

Qiqi's beautiful eyes circulated: "Really? Then I want ten songs?"

Wang Huan said: "Don't talk about ten poems, one hundred capitals are fine."

Qiqi grinned: "Senior, since you are so powerful, anyway, only the two of us know tonight that no students or teachers will chase you down, or I will come up with a topic and you will write poems and songs for me to listen to." ,OK?"

How could Wang Huan miss such a glorious moment in front of Qi Qi?

With a big wave of his hand, he said, "Don't worry about the topic, anyway, after a long night of sleepless nights, I will write a hundred and eighty poems tonight! Let you see my true ability!"

???

One hundred... one hundred and eighty poems?

Netizens eavesdropping in the live broadcast room with a black screen.

All confused.

Chapter 0748 crazy!The whole network is crazy!

Long night, no mood to sleep?

Write a hundred and eighty poems?

I'll give you a lung!

Countless curses began to emerge from the bullet screen in the live broadcast room.

"Crazy, crazy."

"Where's my 40-meter broadsword? Take it out!"

"Wang Huan, do you really understand? A spring night is worth a thousand dollars, why don't you write poetry?"