No one except Su Mo can do this.

In half an hour, he actually created such a masterpiece, which is simply a monster!

However, there is only one well-known monster, that is Su Mo!

Yan Jiuxi: “…”

safely:"……"

Ma Lili: "…"

When the three of them heard Zhao Linger's words, they were silent in an instant.

They already knew the answer in their hearts.

...

At this time, the playground of Nanyang University also changed from silence to noisy, and everyone was in an uproar.

What kind of poem is this?

What a high-end smell?

Xiang Caizi was completely defeated when comparing with this young man wearing a mask!

There is no comparison between the two at all.

Who is this person?

Logically speaking, such a person will never be unknown!

No matter who it is, I can't help but wonder about the identity of this person on the stage at this moment.

At this time, the three judges on the judges' stage could not calm down at this time.

As second-level poets, they knew very well how high the quality of the poem just now was, it was simply...

Don't know how to describe it...

Ahem —

Mr. Zhang picked up the microphone and looked at Su Mo on the stage with admiration in his eyes. He did not expect that he would meet such a good seedling today, which is simply a rare poetic genius in a century!

"This contestant's poem has elegant artistic conception and neat lyrics. It is really a masterpiece, I scored 10 points."

"Okay, okay!"

Mr. Wu said three good things in one breath, but still felt that it was not enough. Looking at Su Mo's eyes on the stage, he was full of love for talent.

"I wonder if this player has the intention to become a disciple?"

When Mr. Wu said this, he immediately aroused everyone at the scene. This was obviously the intention of accepting disciples!

You know, it is a great honor to be accepted as an apprentice by Mr. Wu, a second-level poet!

When Mr. Zhang and Jian Hua heard this, their eyelids twitched. Why didn’t they expect this?

Judging from the poem just now, the young man in front of him is definitely the best candidate for taking disciples!

Both of them were panicked at this moment. Such a genius could not be encountered at any time. Naturally, it was impossible to make Mr. Wu succeed so easily.

Mr. Zhang: "Young man, I also have this meaning. As long as you are willing to worship me as your teacher, I can guarantee that within one year, you will definitely become a first-class poet certified by the Poetry Club. How about it? Should you consider it?"

Jian Hua: "Young man, if you take me as your teacher, I can guarantee that within one year, I will not only make you a first-class poet, but within three years, I will be sure to make you a first-class writer. Is this a generous enough condition?"

As soon as the two said this, Mr. Wu was so angry that he was so angry that he was glaring at him.

He said it first, but these two people have no self-consciousness at all!

"Young man, I said this first. The conditions they said are somewhat unrealistic. As long as you are willing to take me as your teacher, I can directly make you a first-class poet in the poetry club."

After hearing Mr. Wu's words, Mr. Zhang and Jian Hua couldn't help but thrust their eyes.

Only Mr. Wu dares to say this, who can make people have a wide range of relationships?

Although he is just a second-level poet, even the director of the Poetry Club wants to give Mr. Wu three points of face, which shows that.

The words of the three judges made everyone in the audience even more stunned.

When did it become so simple to become a first-class poet?

Three second-level poets are rushing to accept disciples?

At this moment, everyone was so sad.

Why didn't they encounter such a good thing?

"Coco, your friend is very awesome!"

Li Zhihai in the audience said in surprise: "This young man is good. He can be valued by three second-level poets. No matter who he calls him, he will have a bright future!"

But when Li Keke heard his father's words, a trace of bitterness appeared on his extremely pure little face.

"Dad, if nothing unexpected happens, my friend will no longer be a teacher."

What is Su Mo's identity and the title of a first-class poet are simply dispensable to him.

As for first-class writers?

Su Mo is already there, so there is no need to become a disciple.

Besides, although Su Mo usually looks approachable, Li Keke knows that geniuses are proud and not everyone is qualified to be his master.

"Why?"

When Li Zhihai heard his daughter's words, he was a little disbelief.

You know, where to find such a good thing?

Why refuse?

Unless, your brain is wafting!

However, if you can write such shocking poems, you will naturally have no problem with your brain, which makes Li Zhihai even more confused.

"Dad, I can't tell you now. When the game is over, you will know naturally."

Li Keke looked at her father and smiled mischievously. She wanted to see her father's shocking appearance later, which would be very interesting.

"You girl..."

...

In the online live broadcast room, it was also because of the actions of the three judges that they went straight to the climax.

"Wow, is this person so powerful? Even the three judges are rushing to accept apprentices, and I'm envious!"

"I'm afraid it won't take long before another talent will appear."

"Just the words of the poem just now, I feel that this person's level is even better than Xiang Caizi."

"I have applied for certification six times, and I have undoubtedly failed. Looking at others, I have directly designated a first-class poet."

"What's six times? I've been nine times. The requirements of the poetry club this time are really too strict."

"Just discussing the matter, this song "Dengquesi" is indeed very well written. If this person can always maintain this level, there is no need to become a disciple."

"I also feel that even if the three judges are asked to write, I'm afraid I can't write such good poems."

...

Qingda University, 506 girls dormitory.

The three women looked at Yan Jiuxi, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

An Ran: "Xiao Xi, do you think Su Mo will become a disciple?"

Ma Lili: "I think that Mr. Wu is very good. If you take him as your teacher, you can become a first-class poet directly."

Zhao Linger: "I still feel that Jian Hua is good. The most important thing is that he is young!"

The words of the three made Yan Jiuxi look dark. Su Mo was her boyfriend, why did these three act more concerned than themselves?

"Su Mo shouldn't be a disciple."

Yan Jiuxi sighed helplessly. She knew Su Mo's personality and it was impossible for ordinary people to become his master.

With Su Mo's current identity, it is really a bit inappropriate for several second-level poets to be his identity.

?????

Zhao Linger: "Why?"

Ma Lili: "Why?"

The two looked surprised, but An Ran looked not surprised at all.

"You guys watch the live broadcast..."

...

...

At this time, everyone's eyes were all gathered on Su Mo on the playground of Nanyang University.

Everyone wants to know who this young man wearing a mask will choose to become his teacher.

However, Su Mo, who was standing on the stage, felt a little frustrated, and he had no intention of becoming a disciple.

Apprentice to a master?

Why should I become a disciple?

Just talking about his level of writing poetry, Su Mo can beat three judges, how could he become a disciple?

However, you have to think of a suitable reason to refuse!

After all, with so many people watching, I have to give some face to the three judges!

After thinking about it, Su Mo couldn't help but sigh and slowly raised the microphone in his hand. However, his next sentence directly made the entire Nanda Playground quiet for a moment.

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