An awkward atmosphere immediately filled the room.
Qian Renxue changed the subject and said softly, "Su Chen, how about we each compose a poem inspired by the torrential rain outside?"
Emmmm.
Poetry—wasn't this the strong suit of a proud literary plagiarist like himself? When this kind of opportunity was practically delivered to his face, should he show off or not?
Su Chen said with a smile, "Sure."
As for Hu Liena, she was still silently shutting herself off to the side.
Watching the heavy rain outside the window, Su Chen frantically searched his mind through Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan verse, and Ming-Qing novels.
Yet Su Chen couldn't remember a single one!
This was a little awkward.
Seeing Qian Renxue's expectant gaze, Su Chen truly couldn't bear to refuse. He could only improvise on the spot.
Su Chen cleared his throat and slowly recited:
From afar, the rain looks big!
Up close—such heavy rain!
The rain is really big!
Really! Big! Rain.
Su Chen was nearly intoxicated by his own rhythmic delivery.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue and Hu Liena simply stared blankly at Su Chen.
All of a sudden, "Pfft~"
No one knew which of the two women laughed first, but the scene instantly spiraled out of control. They both felt like their stomachs were about to ache from laughing.
The two women had originally thought Su Chen was rather talented and cultured. He always looked so profound—who would have thought he would produce such an unparalleled masterpiece of a poem!
Su Chen immediately felt a little unconvinced. Maybe the two women's literary standards were even lower than his!
In a world that revered cultivation, literature surely wasn't all that impressive!
Su Chen said indignantly, "What are you laughing at? Xue'er, you write one. Let me see the difference!"
Qian Renxue