Three poems had stunned everyone. Many people's impression of Xu Xian had changed drastically, and their attitude toward him had clearly shifted. As the gathering ended, someone warmly invited Jiang Hao to make sure he attended the next poetry gathering.
Jiang Hao did not think much of it and remained calm inside. Pan Yuliang was even more excited than he was, chattering away to Jiang Hao all the way back.
"Hanwen, I never expected your inspiration to flow like a spring tonight. You really were the kind who hid his talents well. So love poetry is what you're best at."
"Don't keep hiding away at the academy from now on. Come to more poetry gatherings when you have time. We're still young; this is exactly when we should make a name for ourselves."
"This time, Tao Wenjun hosted. Next time, I will. The host can set the topic, so we'll write about 'love' again. Hehe, you can prepare beforehand and bring out another poem or two to shock them, so those people won't look down on you all the time."
Pan Yuliang also knew that her friend was usually looked down upon, which was why he had hidden himself away.
"I've always wanted to ask you. They all dislike me for being dull and wooden. Why are you willing to be friends with me?" Jiang Hao asked.
Pan Yuliang chuckled. "Do you remember when we had only been at the academy for a short time? There was a small test one day. I was distracted, thinking about something else, and when the teacher called on me, I was completely at a loss. Everyone else watched to see me make a fool of myself, but only you quietly prompted me, saving me from being punished."
Jiang Hao searched through his memories