Lin Chaoying never thought that Wu Zhe was the author of this amazing song.
Uh... Although it doesn't count, but roughly speaking, at least it turns out to be the author.
Just now, seeing that the second round was about to be declared a defeat, the Xuanwu female general who had been playing soy sauce really spoke up. Naturally, Lin Chaoying knew that the old general would sell the Xuanwu female general's face, so she immediately forced her to find the flaws of the female generals of Hu Daomen.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhe, the girl who always gave her a strange feeling, actually agreed with her mouth, and dared to let herself draw a line
"Why don't you dare to take on the challenge?" Wu Zhe also laughed and said, "If you have the ability to produce the first piece, you can produce the second and third pieces, so you don't dare to slander us, do you?"
How stupid! Lin Chaoying mocked in her heart that the female handyman had finally lost her mind, and hurriedly said, "If you write another poem, I will consider admitting you..."
"You said let us write poems, so we will write poems? Think we are good babies?" Wu Zhe curled his lips: "I dare not say that poetry can be completed in seven steps, but if you can drink five bottles of wine, I will Make a song."
"Five bottles of wine?" Lin Chaoying didn't understand, and wondered, "You wrote the poem just now?"
"Of course it's me." Wu Zhe didn't explain much, pointing to the place where the Xuanwu female general and other girls are located: "It's just you five, no matter who distributes it, anyway, for every five bottles of wine I can drink, I will write a poem. If you can drink ten bottles, you will compose two. Fifteen bottles will naturally be three."
This dead handyman is crazy, when poetry is something worthless, can it be picked up at will? And how can you, a little girl from a remote background, do it? Lin Chaoying, who was full of sarcasm, said with a smile: "Hehe, what's so difficult about it? But five bottles can be drunk alone, or the five of us can drink together, right?"
"That's what it means." Wu Zhe nodded.
"I also have a request. The content of your poems must not deviate from the scope of war. Don't use flowers, birds, fish and insects to make up the number. If the writing is not enough, it is not a good work, so naturally it doesn't count." Lin Chaoying thought about it and didn't take it seriously.
In the distance, Mo Xichou blushed secretly when she heard the flowers, birds, fish and insects. Her usual works are really of this kind. Although I have humbled myself before, I always feel embarrassed after the new defeat.
"It should be like this. Poetry is not easy to return or exchange." Wu Zhe agreed.
"What's a refund or exchange?" Lin Chaoying muttered, rolled her eyes and added: "It's so boring to drink alone here, you should accompany us to drink together."
"..." Wu Zhe almost laughed, and said heartily, "No problem."
"Can you represent Hu Daomen's attitude towards talented women?" Lin Chaoying was more cautious, afraid that if the opposite party could not write poems later, Hu Yunjiao would say that Wu Zhe could not represent it.
"Of course." Hu Yunjiao stood up and insisted on supporting Wu Zhe. At the same time, she felt that it would be a disadvantage to drink the same amount together, and added: "You guys drink five bottles, and we drink three bottles here."
"Hmph..." Lin Chaoying snorted, but before she could answer, Wu Zhe answered first.
"It's okay." Wu Zhe replied, "We'll do five of your five bottles. Why are Hu Daomen's talented alternate teams afraid of you?"
"Don't..." Hu Yunjiao felt that she was at a disadvantage when she heard it, and Wu Zhe still had to compose poems and songs.
There was a sigh of relief in the audience, why did this talented female challenger feel like a wine competition
But it's good if there is excitement, no one is stopping it.
The three questioners also watched from the sidelines.
This place is Hudaomen's sub-rudder, and someone immediately brought two jars of wine.
Hu Yunshang under the stage had already heard it clearly, and when he saw the wine jar, he immediately recognized it as the dirty wine that he drank with the girl the night before yesterday.
"Someone is going to be unlucky..." Hu Yunshang muttered.
"Ah?" Zong Zhilian couldn't understand, and asked, "Are you saying that Ruoyao is going to be unlucky?"
"Of course not." Hu Yunshang stared at the wine jar for a long time, remembering the discomfort of being drunk that night, his stomach churned a little.
But soon, he remembered the girl changing clothes in the candlelight, and his face turned red again.
"You kid, aren't you thinking about what girls can do when they're drunk?" Zong Zhilian leaned forward, put his arm around Hu Yunshang's shoulders and said, "Oh, then you will be responsible to Ruoyao , or your sister won't agree."
"..." Hu Yunshang was speechless.
"Oh, having said that, if you achieve good things, their aunts and sisters-in-law will really get along well." Zong Zhilian joked, pointing at Wu Zhe and Hu Yunjiao on the stage, who looked like they were fighting against each other.
Hu Yunshang shook his shoulders and walked away.
"Hey, Yunshang, you are really thin-skinned, you can't catch up with girls like this." Zong Zhilian continued to tease him.
On the stage, a handyman set down the wine table and filled dozens of thin-mouthed porcelain wine bottles with the wine.
The wine table is full of wine in thin-necked white porcelain bottles.
Wu Zhe made an estimate. According to the capacity of another world, each bottle is about 150 milliliters, nearly three taels of wine.
Although the alcohol concentration is only over 30 degrees, it is quite fierce when you really drink it.
When Hu Yunjiao saw a large row of wine bottles, she felt dizzy for a while, and leaned into Wu Zhe's ear and whispered, "I can drink up to two bottles, and I will try my best, but I'm afraid I don't know about personnel."
After Hu Yunjiao was busy for a while, she leaned over and talked in her ear, the natural scent of a girl on her body invaded Wu Zhe's nose, making her feel distracted for a while.
Mu Qingya also gestured at the side: "I think I can drink two bottles with my profound energy."
The two girlfriends also treated death as if they were at home, claiming that they could drink two bottles.
You can't lose face when you lose. Under Hu Yunjiao's leadership, the girls are planning to compete with each other for wine.
"Don't worry, I'll drink it all." Wu Zhe said with a smile.
"Ah? No, you still have to write poems." Hu Yunjiao shook her head quickly: "Let's drink, you concentrate on writing poems."
"It's okay, I'm drinking your brother to the ground." Wu Zhe said something that shocked Hu Yunjiao.
"My brother can't drink as well as you?" Hu Yunjiao looked down the stage. She knew that her brother was young, but his drinking capacity was not far from that of her father.
"When I was young, my family was poor, and I ate wine as a meal." Wu Zhe joked.
Hu Yunjiao knew she was talking nonsense, wine was always more expensive than food. But considering the level of Wu Zhe's poems just now, it's up to her to toss about.
Mu Qingya came over and was concerned about whether Wu Zhe could drink well, and was also comforted by the same words.
Lin Chaoying stood at the wine table and glanced back at her teammates. Her two girlfriends stood up and walked over.
The talented Mo Xichou hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over slowly.
Xuanwu female general Wei Ling did not move.
"We drank five bottles." Knowing Wei Ling's attitude, Lin Chaoying grabbed two bottles by herself.
Her two girlfriends and Mo Cainv brought small wine glasses and each held a wine bottle.
On the opposite side, Wu Zhe came over carelessly and stood across the wine table as if facing each other.
"Be the first to respect." Wu Zhe grabbed a white porcelain wine bottle, raised his neck and poured it quickly.
Lin Chaoying and the girls immediately widened their eyes.
"Okay!" I've never seen a girl with such a bold drinking tone, and there was a burst of applause from the audience.
Talented women competition also comes with a girls' wine competition, how festive it is. Many people in the audience booed for fear that the world would not be chaotic. ;