Even Zhang Guodong felt that Han Weikun's words were a bit shameless, and he said with a smile:
"How can that be done? Although Xiao Qin has written a pretty good novel, it can't be compared with a literary giant like you. Wouldn't it make people laugh if word spread about it?"
Han Weikun didn't even look at Zhang Guodong, let alone answer his words. He stared at Qin Hao's fat face and said sarcastically:
"I want this sky to no longer be able to cover my eyes; I want this earth to be able to bury my heart no longer; I want all living beings to understand my intentions; I want all the Buddhas to disappear into thin air! Why, now I don't even have a competition. dare?"
Qin Hao patted Zhang Guodong's hand at this time, indicating that he knew what was appropriate. He looked at Han Weikun's determination to win and suddenly laughed: "I wonder how President Han is going to compete?"
"You are a young man after all, you really can't help but be excited!"
Han Weikun smiled broadly at this time and said: "Since it is a competition, it is natural to decide the winner in a short time. In this way, there will be many fewer items for us to compete..."
He suddenly stopped at this time, thought for a while, and said: "Well, let's improvise an ancient poem based on your current situation! This will not only test your and my literary skills, but also make it easier to judge... "
As soon as Han Weikun finished speaking, everyone in the Soaring Center suddenly exploded:
"Damn it, Han Weikun is such a grandson! Do you think writing poetry is like a primary school student's composition? Just open your mouth and do it?"
"That's right, you see this grandson's virtue. It's obvious that he has been prepared for a long time before he dares to provoke. Otherwise, why didn't he ask for a competition as soon as they met?"
"Hey, if you didn't tell me, I really wouldn't have thought of it. This grandson seems to specialize in ancient poetry, and he is also a visiting professor of ancient poetry appreciation at the National People's Congress!"
"Damn it, what's the point of comparing that?"
"Teacher Qin Hao said it very well. If every two experts and scholars in China are shot, there will be no unjust, false or wrongful convictions!"
Qin Hao didn't seem to hear the discussion at this time, nor did he see anyone winking at him. He smiled and said, "Okay!"
As soon as Qin Hao's voice fell, Wen Jing burst into laughter, which was particularly harsh in the suddenly quiet box:
"You are really overestimating your abilities. This is my major. Why are you comparing yourself to others?"
At this time, Song Lei, who had never spoken much before, suddenly stood up and said to Wen Jing: "Shut up for the hell, what does this have to do with you! Also, are you still from the radio station? Why do your elbows always turn outward?"
After everyone heard Song Lei's words, they couldn't help but nodded, and whispered to Wen Jing.
Wen Jing's laughter stopped suddenly, and she suddenly felt guilty. She quickly found a chair and sat down, not even daring to look up again.
With the support of others, she could not take anyone seriously, but she did not dare to openly go against everyone. Otherwise, how could there be a place for her in such a huge literary and art channel
At this time, everyone looked at Qin Hao again and whispered:
"Although Wen Jing is outrageous, what he said is also true!"
"No, Teacher Qin Hao will definitely not fail!"
It seems that only Lin Xiaohui still has confidence in Qin Hao at this time, because she suddenly remembered the poem Qin Hao said to her before.
That's what she once wrote down in her notebook.
While everyone was discussing, Han Weikun's voice rang out again: "For the sake of fairness, I can give you an hour to prepare. After an hour, we will write the poem at the same time, and then ask you to appreciate it. How about it?"
"So, he's not too bad-hearted!"
"What's the use? How long has it been since we met? He must have thought about it a long time ago, so he's so hypocritical!"
Qin Hao looked at his sincere smile at this time, shook his head and said, "No, it's not too early now, so let's not delay everyone's return home to rest!"
"No, Teacher Qin Hao, you will suffer a lot if you do this! Don't worry about us, we will create with you!"
"That's right, Teacher Qin, don't be fooled by him and lose at the starting line!"
Qin Hao was slightly moved when he heard these warm words, but he also felt a little arrogant:
"You all think I will lose? Without this hour of thinking, I will lose at the starting line?"
"Just because ancient poetry is his major, I will definitely be inferior to him?"
"Just because he became famous early, I will be embarrassed? Is he overestimating his own abilities?"
Han Weikun was slightly surprised when he heard Qin Hao's words, and thought to himself that since you are seeking death, don't blame me!
"Okay! It's true that you are young and frivolous! I just said this to you. After you apologize to the Beijing Writers Association, I will personally recruit you to join the association!"
At this time, the waiter who had been waiting outside the door came in with two copies of the Four Treasures of the Study and handed them to Qin Hao and Sun Wenlin respectively.
However, when Qin Hao took over the Four Treasures of the Study, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face - he couldn't write calligraphy!
Qin Hao's heart collapsed at this moment. Why didn't he think of this problem before? If you explain it now, you may not know what others will think of you!
Suddenly, Qin Hao's eyes lit up and he almost forgot that he also had a great system!
After clicking on the system, Qin Hao looked at his star value: 35,000 points.
Suddenly seeing this number, Qin Hao couldn't help but be a little surprised. During this period, his fans on Weibo increased by about 200,000. Why didn't his star value increase much
He remembered that after redeeming the memory potion and question mark reward last time, he still had 28,000 star points left. In other words, his star value had only increased by 7,000 in such a long time
Suddenly, an electric thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood the reason why all this happened.
However, he didn't think too much and quickly entered the exchange store and clicked on the skill option.
A white light flashed in the system, and Qin Hao had a blank skill card in his hand, and a line of introduction text appeared in his mind:
"A blank skill card. Players can write the skills they need on the card. The system will determine the star value required for redemption based on the difficulty of the skill and the player's level. Players can purchase the skill multiple times. The level of the skill can be accumulated."
Without any hesitation, Qin Hao wrote the two big characters of calligraphy on the blank skill card. Immediately, the star value Qin Hao needed to redeem this skill appeared on the card: 20,000.
"Damn it, it's so expensive! You can buy thirteen bottles of memory potions for just such a skill!"
Qin Hao felt a pain in his body for no reason.