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The four college students found another common topic and discussed it intensely.
They plan to go shopping and eat after they get off the plane, and then go to the autograph meeting to see what Ning Xiaoyao looks like, are all the writers of online novels all fat nerds
at this time.
A voice mixed with annoyance came over¡ª¡ª
"I said you four, can you keep your voice down? You haven't got off the plane yet!"
"Hmph, is it necessary to be so excited about discussing rubbish novels like Immortals and Demons?"
The four college students froze for a moment, then looked at the speaker.
He is a literary youth wearing a student cap of the Republic of China, about twenty-six or seventeen, wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, with a look of extreme disdain.
It's the one who pissed off Luo Yun before.
"At first glance, you are not students of 985. If you have a little bit of knowledge, you won't read such trivial articles as "Xianmo Zhi"."
The literary youth snorted coldly.
Luo Yun was a little upset when he heard that his 'own work' was ridiculed.
However, he also knows that no matter how well written a novel is, it cannot be liked by all readers.
"Nonsense!"
The college student named Li Yang argued with a blushing face, "Immortal and Demon History is not a small white text, the truth contained in it is profound! I don't know how good the writing is, even the professor of Peking University praises it!"
"Cut, what truth can be contained in an online novel?"
The literary youth was amused:
"Only rubbish undergraduates like you, or even junior college students, will read this kind of short essay."
"I am a member of the Poetry Club of the Chinese Department of Peking University. I usually only read articles written by traditional writers, or overseas masterpieces. Others are out of my sight."
The young man's words were full of pride.
It seems that the Chinese Department of Peking University is a gold-lettered signboard!
In fact, it is exactly so.
Capital University is the second largest university in Huaguo, second only to Huaqing University.
Although the Chinese Department of Capital University is not a popular major, it is known as the department with the highest knowledge in the country!
Those who come out of it are either writers or poets, and they are really learned! Not blowing!
Mo Yan, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature the year before last, graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University.
"Are you from the Chinese Department of Peking University?"
Li Yang was shocked for a moment, and suddenly became wilted.
He is just a second-year student of Jiangxi University, who majored in architecture, which is several grades lower than the Chinese Department of Peking University.
"Yes, my name is Xu Wenliang!"
The literary youth said proudly.
"do not know."
Luo Yun's voice came suddenly.
The four college students also shook their heads, "We don't know each other either."
Xu Wenliang couldn't hang on his face suddenly:
"Hmph, it's normal for you ordinary people not to know me! If I am known by you like that Ning Xiaoyao, it will be my failure!"
Depend on!
Luo Yun almost vomited from nausea, "You don't have that ability, do you?"
"I'm impatient??"
Xu Wenliang gritted his teeth and stared at Luo Yun, "Is it possible to write a small piece of rubbish?"
"I, Xu Wenliang, will never write that kind of rubbish novel even if I die of starvation and poverty!"
"Pfft!" Luo Yun continued to mock, "Can you write it?"
"That's right, this big brother is right!"
A female college student said: "Even our teacher said that although "Xian Mo Zhi" is an online novel, its writing style and plot cannot be written by many well-known writers."
"Tch, who is your teacher? Is it famous?"
Xu Wenliang smiled disdainfully, "My teacher is the professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University, Zhou Shuli!"
"Zhou Shuli? I'm still Zhou Shuren!"
Luo Yun continued to mock.
"Hahaha!"
The four college students were all amused and thought Luo Yun was very humorous.
The white-haired old man wearing glasses also found the controversy here very interesting and listened with great interest.
"Who are you, you!"
"You don't even know my teacher Zhou Shuli?"
Xu Wenliang looked Luo Yun up and down:
"You haven't read the book, have you? Our teacher Zhou has three articles, which are included in the Chinese textbooks of junior and senior high schools. How can a person like you take it lightly?"? "
"Maybe I might as well tell you a few, my teacher and I were invited to participate in the "Hua Guo Hao Poetry" contest! This variety show is organized by the National Cultural Bureau, and it will be broadcast on five cctv satellite TVs in turn!"
"What kind of Ning Xiaoyao are you talking about? Can he be admitted to such an elegant hall?"
"Can he?"
"Can you? Huh??"
Xu Wenliang made a mockery, and directly asked several people to be dumb.
Luo Yun snorted coldly, "What is Daya? What is Daya?"
"What is the difference between elegance and vulgarity? Come on, tell me."
Do you still dare to be stubborn?
Xu Wenliang was enraged and raised his voice on the spot:
"good!"
"I will let you, an illiterate, know what is elegant and what is vulgar!"
"Prick up your ears and listen up!"
Clearing his throat again, Xu Wenliang's eyes suddenly became a little melancholy.
This is going to chant poetry?
Did you write it yourself?
Many first-class passengers, as well as several young and beautiful stewardesses, listened with interest.
"Moon Black Bird Flying Artemisia, Hu Qiye fled."
"If you want to drive a white horse to chase, the snow is full of knives."
Xu Wenliang scratched his head, recited a poem, and then laughed, "I'm showing my ugliness. The little poem I wrote a year ago, "Yueyue Xue"."
"The writing is pretty good."
"O poet!"
"What a powerful Yazi!"
"As expected of a top student in the Chinese Department of Peking University!"
"He's also pretty handsome!"
Most of the first-class passengers were not highly educated, and felt that writing poetry was very good, so they nodded their heads.
Only the old man shook his head.
"How is it, how many?"
Xu Wenliang pretended to be aggressive, and looked at Luo Yun and the four college students with a smile:
"This one is called Ya!"
"The Ning Xiaoyao you mentioned, can he also write this kind of poem?"
"Hehe, don't talk about writing poetry, I think he might not even be able to write a prose! What kind of Internet writer?"
"I think he is just an internet writer!"
Xu Wenliang raised his legs, proudly proud of himself.
The four college students wilted.
Scumbags like them will be abused when they meet bullies.
Just shut up obediently.
Luo Yun had a cold look on his face, "If it's uneven, it just rhymes. You call it poetry?"
"I'm a good boy, I thought that the top students of Peking University could write some shocking and eternally famous poems!"
"That's it?"
"Isn't it enough to have a mouth?"
Xu Wenliang was furious when he heard the words, "I think you are here to raise an argument, right? As long as you have a mouth? You come to a song!"
All eyes fell on Luo Yun.
"OK."
Luo Yun shook his right hand, and took out a talisman that had not been used for a long time from the ring.
The red envelope that Prime Minister Turtle sent out before.
¡¾Stealing Poetry Talisman¡¿
?Writing the name of a poem on paper or chanting a spell can erase all traces of the poem in the world, including all forms of recording and the memory of the world.
Note: It is only valid for use in the mortal world (2/3) (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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