The Great Reckless Man of Entertainment from the Beginning

Chapter 123 Ten poems in a row, all top grade! [Please subscribe]

The president was stunned when he heard this.

When handing over paper and pen, he approached Li Xiang and whispered:

"Brother, I know you want to show off when there are girls here, but with all due respect, don't look at the fact that a three-line love letter is simple on the surface, but if you want to write it well..."

"That's difficult!"

"I kindly remind you, I'm afraid that if you open your mouth and hit ten, but none of them are selected, it would be embarrassing..."

"When the time comes when you fail to show off, the girls will think you are unreliable."

"Why don't you think about one or two songs carefully, and then I'll try my best to pass them on to you?"

The president's words are quite pleasant, and his approach is also quite sensible.

But...does Li Xiang need it?

Isn’t it just a three-line love letter?

Isn’t that just a matter of minutes?

"Thank you, senior, I know it well."

Li wanted to finish, and while he was meditating with his pen, he immediately searched and purchased the ten most famous three-line love letters from his previous life.

The senior saw him standing there, not writing for a long time, and thought to himself:

"Okay, it's up to you. Forget it, I'll choose one or two songs when the time comes and try not to let him have his head shaved."

Liu Yongxi and others gathered around, looking forward to what kind of three-line love letter Li Xiang would write!

I saw that Li Xiang wrote the first song with confidence!

【First song】

【I like you.】

【The first line is fake!】

[The second line is also false!]

Liu Yongxi marveled: "Wow... this poem is so touching."

"I'll just say it's OK, isn't it just a three-line love letter? How could it be difficult for him?"

Wu Yuheng was relieved when he saw that Li Xiang had actually written it.

The president's eyes lit up.

Others only know that it is good, but do not know what is good about it.

As the president of the literary club, he is also a proper literary young man.

Not only do you know what it is, but you also know why it is so!

A three-line love letter of this level made him think that he might not be able to write it in a day.

The more concise the form of art, the higher the requirements for the creator!

Finished writing the first song.

The president immediately understood that the man in front of him was a great god!

【Second song】

【One person, one car and one dog,】

【Since I met you,】

【Three meals for two people, four seasons.】

The president read word for word, and he was even more shocked at the moment. The level of the second song was actually no worse than the first one?

Could it be...

Could he really write ten poems of the same level?

When Su Shanshan saw the second poem, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise. This is the love she yearns for, this is the life she yearns for.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiang could summarize it completely and poetically in just three sentences!

【Third song】

【I like you!】

[Two lines left...]

【It's all nonsense!】

This poem was completely written into Lao Wu's heart.

Love!

Just keep it simple, without so much hesitation and choice.

If you really meet the right person, then bravely say that I like you.

Apart from expressions of love, everything else is nonsense!

I don't know when it started.

A large number of people gathered in front of the literary club's tent.

Everyone’s fun-loving nature was clearly revealed at this moment.

"What happened inside?"

"Which club's tent is this?"

"Are there any events held inside?"

"Hang on, the boiling water is here!"

The president was ecstatic when he saw the crowd gathering.

This is a great opportunity to promote the Three Lines of Love Letters campaign!

He immediately picked up the three-line love letter written by Li Xiang and read it.

【Song 4】

【Are you afraid of being alone?】

【Live in my heart,】

【No neighbors from now on.】

After listening, everyone finally understood the situation. This was a big boss writing a three-line love letter.

The level is quite high!

Don't know what's going on.

This news is getting more and more sinister as it spreads...

"Pass it on, someone is participating in the Three Lines of Love Letters event!"

"Pass this on, someone is kicking off the three-line love letter campaign!"

"Pass this on, someone will kick out the Literary Club!"

"Pass this down, someone kicks the Literary Club of the library and beats ten of them!"

"Passed down, there was a fight in the literary club, and the president was beaten to death on the spot!"

As for what this fact is, no one cares.

How hard is it to find some fun in this cold weather? How hard is it to find one and still not grasp it?

Students nearby who got the news came to join in the fun.

The president is also crazy about people. The more people there are, the more energetic he becomes!

He immediately stood on the stool and read loudly the three-line love letter written by Li Xiang.

"Seventh song!"

"No. 8!"

"Ninth song!"

In the end, everyone present shouted after the president.

As the president read, he kept muttering in his mind - Who is this great god?

He kept silent but actually started to move his hands, but people were shocked!

You say hit ten?

Just hit ten?

When I wrote the tenth song.

Li wanted to stop writing and take a rest.

Everyone thought he had finished writing.

The president also consoled him: "Brother, it's okay. You are already very good at writing nine songs. I will give you ten dolls as a gift!"

"No, just follow the rules." Li Xiang said with a smile:

"I'm just tired of writing, let's take a rest!"

In the president's stunned look, Li Xiang returned to his desk and started writing!

【No. 10】

【The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me,】

【I am all over the sky, falling on the maple leaves and snowflakes,】

【And you are thinking of me!】

The last song, completed in one go!

The president kept mumbling incessantly. He looked at Li Xiang and admired him: "The last poem... is really well written, even better than your first nine poems!"

"you flatter me."

Li Xiang put down his pen and asked: "Senior, do you think these ten poems are worthy of your attention?"

The president nodded like a fool: "You can get in, you can get in. If you don't even qualify for the competition at this level, it's just a waste of money!"

"But you need to sign first. After you sign, you can bring your student card and swipe your personal information. Then I can help you participate."

Li Xiang heard the words, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then said to everyone.

"Lao Wu, I will sign two songs, and you will each sign one copy of the other eight songs."

"Okay, I want the third song. This one is domineering and suits my taste!"

"Do we still have a share?" The girls were pleasantly surprised. At such a moment of showing their faces, they felt happy that they could get some light.

Li Xiang signed his name and said with a smile: "Let's have some fun, let's all join in."

This scene can make the melon-eating people in the periphery so envious that they almost shed their tears.

They were all filled with emotion.

"I want, too……"

"Just think about it..."

"Are you talking human language? I don't care, I still want the doll!"

"You look like a doll to me!"

To put it bluntly, dolls are not worth a lot of money, but face is worth a lot!

But the number of people who have Li Xiang these days cannot be described as only a handful, but should be described as rare.

Without this diamond, do you still want to take on this porcelain job?

If you really want to participate in an event in front of so many people and end up not being able to write a single song, wouldn't that be like playing a lantern with your bare buttocks - showing off your ugliness?

Swipe your student card to enter information.

[East China Communication University/School of Drama, Film and Television/Grade 17/Director Class Student/Li Xiang]

The president took a breath: "You... are the God of Swords?"

"it's me."

The president shook his head and smiled bitterly after hearing this.

I asked where did the great god come from? It turned out to be the God of Swords!

I’ve heard about his name for a long time, but I didn’t expect that my first meeting would be here.

have to say.

As an insider, he naturally knew about Li Xiang's entanglements with the Writers' Association and even the Modern Poetry Association and the Ancient Poetry Association.

If he participates in the event...

Thank you to [His Royal Highness Yang Wang] for the reward of 2,000 starting coins, thank you to [Guardian of Nuclear Ping] for the reward of 500 starting coins, and thank you to [Headless Ghost, Are You Tired of Staying with Me] for the reward of 2,000 starting coins!

(End of chapter)