My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1464 Sending You a Poem
It's over.

Ye Fan's throat was about to smoke.

The audience was silent.

There were two words written all over her face: ignorant!
What is he saying?
Why can't you understand?

In order to break the deadlock, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord smiled: "Don't be surprised, everyone. The analysis he said just now requires some knowledge of physics. g is the acceleration of gravity, and the formula is Vgt."

"Initial velocity V00, terminal velocity Vgt, drop height h(1/2)gt2, from which vt22gh can be deduced."

Everyone: "..."

Now they were even more confused.

What do you say?
Ok?
What gaudy, random.

Why can't you understand at all?

But it also gives them an incredibly high-end feel.

Depend on!
The knowledge of these two people is too fierce.

Zi Yi bit her lip, apparently also not understanding.

He completely understood.

Ye Fan wanted him to win this question.

But he didn't underestimate himself either.

After all, he still has one more chance to embarrass Ye Fan.

As long as he can't answer, he can save face.

But at this time, Ye Fan's mood was waning, and he obviously felt that Wendou was meaningless.

Especially engage in unspoken rules.

But the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord whispered: "You must fight hard and strive to win the first place, then you will not have to worry about the holy medicine for healing."

"Can you choose a prize?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.

"Within the same value, choose at will."

"I'll go! Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ye Fan suddenly rekindled the flames of war.

But what he was facing was not Ziyi, but the gang of Dapeng clan.

Because if Ziyi wants to be promoted, Ye Fan will definitely not be able to answer his questions.

"Hurry up and come up with a question, my big knife is already hungry and thirsty." Ye Fan urged.

"oh oh!"

Ziyi sensed Ye Fan's attitude change, but before he could react, he quickly sent the questions he had prepared before.

"Question: Today there are objects whose numbers are not known. When counting three or three, two are left, when five or five are counted, three are left, and when seven or seven are counted, two is left. How many objects are there?"

Nima, this is too simple.

You don't even need junior high school, just find any talented sixth grade student and you can answer it in minutes.

题目的意思就是说是有一些物品，不知道有多少个，3个3个数的话，还多出2个；5个5个数则多出3个；7个7个数也会多出2个。问具体这些个物品有多少个？
无非就是找被3除余2，被5除余3，被7除余2的一个自然数。

Ye Fan pretended to ponder, pretending to think.

And everyone became angry.

"This kind of question can be answered in a long time, but it is as difficult as heaven to answer it within ten breaths."

"I didn't expect Ziyi to come up with a question about numeracy. I guess it's because this person only knows heresy tricks and doesn't know how to do numerology."

"Judging from the way he thinks carefully, he probably can't answer."

……

inexplicably between.

All the monsters present showed a dark look.

Let you pretend before.

Can't answer now?

Shame on you.

But next second.

Ye Fan didn't think about it at all, and chatted with the Hundred-eyed Demon Monarch beside him.

"Wen Dou is over and the grand gathering of the Roc clan is over, right?"

"That's right, do you have something else to do?"

"Yes, I have to go back to heal my injuries."

Hearing this, the Demon Lord smiled wryly.

You haven't won the championship yet, just think about healing for a while.

This is too crazy.

"Ten breaths have come."

And Ye Fan also said a number: "23."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord understood, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, your answer time has passed, so it doesn't matter whether the answer is correct or not."

"Hey! Well, I can only let him advance, damn it!"

Seeing Ye Fan's performance, everyone was speechless.

What's the matter?
Do you take us for blind?

Don't say it early, don't say it later.

You just waited ten breaths before saying it, are you cheating?

Deliberately let Ziyi advance?
The point is, you can pretend to be thinking all the time, and chat with others after less than two breaths.

Obviously, I already have the answer in my heart.

Deliberately let people advance, really belong to you.

Of course Zi Yi understood, he clenched his fists and was furious.

He felt that his face had been severely ravaged.

But I couldn't find a good way to fight back.

Alright, I will defeat you in the part of poetry fighting in a short while.

"There are two people who can advance to this year's Wendou. Next, we will start the Wendou. We invite the arrogance of the Dapeng clan."

"They are Tang Wei, Tang Zhuo, Tang Nian, Wan Shuyi and Miao Yuchen."

Five people came to the stage.

Ye Fan spotted a familiar figure at a glance.

Wan Shuyi, the person he met when he first came to the demon world to perform a mission, and he also met Groot that time.

Haven't seen him since last time.

I didn't expect to see it at the Dapeng event.

Isn't she human?

How come here?

Wan Shuyi walked towards Ye Fan with a smile on her face.

"Long time no see, I thought I would never see you again."

Ye Fan scratched his head: "Didn't you see this, why did you come here?"

"Hee hee, I was invited to participate in the literary battle! Our Promise Academy is a representative of human culture, so naturally we will not miss this kind of occasion, and we also want to spread culture for monsters."

Don't look at them as human beings, but they live in the demon world.

The demon world is their home.

Cultural exchange is the most basic righteousness.

"Is that also from the Promise Academy?"

"Miao Yuchen, he's a freshman, and he's here to join in the fun."

"Has Zhao Wuji come yet?"

"The dean is here too, but he should be in a higher-level stand and won't sit with us."

Ye Fan looked around and happened to find the old guy.

Waving is a greeting.

"I didn't expect you to know each other."

At this time, Tang Zhuo came slowly.

"There are so many things you didn't expect, hurry up, don't disturb my elegance." Ye Fan cursed secretly.

"You...reckless man! Hmph."

In terms of cultivation, Tang Zhuo was indeed not good at it.

But in terms of literature, the young generation of the huge Dapeng clan, no one dares to recognize him as the second, not even Tang Wei.

"Look, everyone, something seems to be going on over there."

"It seems that the newly promoted contestant and Tang Zhuo had a quarrel."

"He must be too courageous. Tang Zhuoke has won the Wendou championship five times in a row. Isn't he afraid of being pressed on the ground and rubbed?"

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I guess he will be abused badly later on."

"I think so too."

……

"A reckless man can abuse you, believe it or not?" Ye Fan challenged directly.

"a ha ha ha!"

Tang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Abusing me? Literature? I laughed to death."

"You know that I practiced writing at the age of three, practicing calligraphy at the age of five, calligraphy at the age of ten, mastering everything in calligraphy at the age of 15, and proficient in everything in poetry and writing at the age of 20. Astronomy and geography, are you called the king of poetry?"

"vomit!"

Ye Fan expressed a little nausea.

"You can really brag."

"Hmph, whether you blow it or not, you will know in a while."

"Then do you know who I am?" Ye Fan asked back.

"Isn't he just a quasi-demon emperor? You still want to scare me with your status?"

"No no no."

Ye Fan spoke eloquently: "I learned writing at the age of one, practiced calligraphy at the age of three, knew three hundred Tang poems at the age of five, sang "La La La Planting the Sun" at the age of six, broke boulders in my chest at the age of seven, and could write a hundred poems about drinking wine at the age of 20. One poem, one step at a time, one flower at a time, one world, and I was given the nickname of the most handsome poet in the world --- Xiao Li Bai."

Tang Zhuo was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect Ye Fan's resume to be better than his own.

I don't know if he did it on purpose, every step seems to be earlier than him.

It just makes people a little confused.

A big stone was broken in the chest at the age of seven, why is there no follow-up after that?
Zi Yi couldn't bear it even more, and asked directly.

Ye Fan sneered, and said mysteriously: "Please, I'm just a babbling child at the age of seven. Naturally, a large stone in my chest will be recuperated in the hospital. It will take 13 years, almost disabled."

"puff!"

This is self-deprecating?

Or a mockery of Tang Zhuo?

Didn't take him seriously at all?
Everyone didn't know why, but they all felt that Ye Fan's words made people very angry.

Tang Zhuo was furious: "Little Fu believes in the Demon Emperor, don't make mistakes!"

"One section after another, thousands of branches gather thousands of leaves. I will not bloom, and I will not tease bees and butterflies."

The voice just fell.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Is this the beginning of poetry?
"Good poetry! Use bamboo as a metaphor for yourself. If bamboo doesn't bloom, it saves bees and butterflies from entanglement."

"That's awesome! Bamboo has a noble integrity, and it doesn't compete with the flowers. This is to set off its own extraordinary life."

"Haha, it seems that this demon emperor has lost a bit when he came up."

Ye Fan pouted.

"You wrote this poem? I warn you, don't brag."

Everyone's eyes were on Tang Zhuo, and he became angry for a while.

He never said he did it himself.

"No, but it expresses how I feel right now."

"Really? Use my friend's poem to express your mood?" Ye Fan smiled slightly. In fact, this is a poem from Zheng Banqiao called "Bamboo".

It was recorded in the collection of poems that Ye Fan gave to the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

And Ye Fan boasted that all the poets there were his friends.

"your friend?"

"of course."

Ye Fan's eyes showed a sigh of relief, as if he was caught in memory.

"Think back to those days."

"If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a shabby room, but my virtue is sweet. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. Talking and laughing. Suqin, reading the golden scriptures. There is no messy ear of silk and bamboo, no labor form of case. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ziyun Pavilion in Xishu. Ye Fanyun: Why is there such a thing?"

This……

Finished speaking.

Everyone fell into deep thought and began to understand the meaning of this sentence in detail.

Their faces were full of shock. Is this Ye Fan's experience?

Those who come to his house to talk and laugh are all learned people, and those who come and go without shallow knowledge can play the piano without decoration and read Buddhist scriptures.

There is no sound of string and orchestra to disturb the ears, and there is no official document to make the body tired.

What he said embodies Ye Fan's lofty integrity, his lofty integrity, and his noble integrity.

Is it really this person?

Ziyi trembled all over, and cast his eyes on Ye Fan's heart.

But no matter what, he couldn't imagine that the person in front of him actually looked like this.

Could it be that the rudeness and recklessness he showed were his protective colors?
And the softness of his heart does not want to be known.

Only when the truth is revealed.

And the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch on the side nodded lightly: "He is right, he gave me a collection of poems that I promoted before."

"I heard that it was recorded when he chatted with his friends."

God assists!
This is over.

Everyone took a deep breath.

From this point of view, Ye Fan doesn't seem to be worse than Tang Zhuo.

Wan Shuyi sighed: "Oh, I thought it was a fighting poem, but I didn't expect it to be a reading."

"Forget it, I will withdraw from this literary battle."

"Why?" Everyone wondered.

After all, Wan Shuyi is also recommended by Wuji Academy.

Her strength is naturally not bad.

She laughed at herself: "You don't know, but in fact, I entered Wuji Academy, and I owe a lot of credit to the Demon Emperor."

"At the beginning, he expressed his unique views on literature with one enemy and several people, and even the dean was amazed."

"Compared to that, I'm not in class at all. I'm quitting now, I just don't want to bring shame on myself."

Everyone's eyes widened again.

Completely horrified by Ye Fan's experience.

It turned out that he also had a career in the Promise Academy.

But Wan Shuyi's words need to be verified.

Everyone inadvertently cast their eyes on Zhao Wuji.

He nodded silently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously approving Wan Shuyi's words.

"I'll go! I didn't expect our Demon Emperor to have such great achievements in literature, even Dean Wuji recognized it."

"In this way, it may be difficult for Tang Zhuo to win."

"Hmph, so what? Tang Zhuo has also been approved by Dean Wuji. It can only be said that the two of them are a strong duel."

Everyone got excited.

Wen Dou has always been a high-ranking existence.

Many monsters fell asleep watching it.

It doesn't feel like much.

Actually don't blame them.

Originally, the poems are rather boring and difficult to understand, if the composition is not wonderful.

Naturally, it is easy to cause sleepiness.

But when these two top poets fought, they invisibly sprinkled a handful of stimulants, which ignited everyone's hormones.

"Then I'll quit too."

Miao Yuchen whispered.

His strength is not as good as Wan Shuyi, and he is also cannon fodder.

"Then I won't compare." Tang Wei smiled slightly.

If his brother wanted to act aggressive, he had to give way.

Now only Ziyi, Ye Fan and Tang Zhuo are left.

Ye Fan continued: "Since you have expressed your feelings, I will send you another poem."

"Oh?"

Tang Zhuo's eyes moved.

"What poem do you want to send?"

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back: "Last year, a drop of lovesickness tears flowed to my lips this year. The lotus steps have not left the Shangge, and my forehead has reached the front of the painting hall."

What do you mean?
Everyone began to ponder again.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord laughed out loud first, but realized something was wrong, and immediately held back.

Ziyi understood later and glared at Ye Fan.

Apparently he didn't think it was good to curse people in verse.

Tang Zhuo came to his senses immediately. He pointed at Ye Fan, blushing: "You...you are so insulting to gentlemen! You even insulted me with poems."

"I'm telling the truth, you really look like this." Ye Fan expressed his innocence.

(End of this chapter)