Luo Muzi and Lun Fei were utterly speechless.
They dearly wanted to tear Fang Yuan apart with a barrage of criticism, but Qiao Si Liu had evaluated it like that. If they criticized it again, would they not be making Qiao Si Liu lose face?
Luo Muzi and Lun Fei felt as though they had swallowed flies. They felt miserable, yet had no way to vent.
Fang Yuan swept his gaze around and laughed inwardly.
Qiao Si Liu forced a smile. Heavenly Dew Fairy watched Qiao Si Liu with concern, her gaze seeming to carry a trace of sympathy. How could Heavenly Dew Fairy, as Qiao Si Liu's close friend, not know what she was planning? It was simply that Fang Yuan refused to take the bait, making one's teeth itch with hatred, yet there was nothing to be done.
As for Luo Muzi and Lun Fei, the stiffness of their expressions was simply laughable.
Fang Yuan looked at the two of them. "Well? My poem is not bad, right?"
"Not bad?!"
Luo Muzi and Lun Fei's eyes immediately widened into perfect circles as they stared at Fang Yuan, as if they wanted to see just how thick-skinned the man before their eyes could be.
But right afterward, they heard Fang Yuan say, "Though this was merely a flash of inspiration, things like essays and poetry—true masterpieces seem to be written just like this. Si Liu approves of my poem very much, but I would also like to hear the two of you appreciate it."
"Appreciate it? Can that thing you wrote even be called poetry? And you want us to appreciate it?!"
"Si Liu, Si Liu... Why are you calling her so intimately? You bastard! Hey! Who gave you permission to call her that affectionately?!"
Luo Muzi and Lun