"What in the world is going on?!"
Aodejiao scratched his head and ears, bewilderment written all over his dark face as he muttered in his halting Central Plains accent,
"The poem I just composed was clearly exquisite beyond compare! Why did everyone burst out laughing, without showing the slightest appreciation?!"
"Aodejiao, get your ass over here!"
Ireland, Duo'er covered her cheeks with her hands, wishing she could bury her face in her sleeves. She lowered her voice and snapped, mortified and furious, "Stop making a spectacle of yourself!
"Just look at what you wrote! It's utter dogshit. Of course they're laughing at you!"
She wanted to cry but had no tears. How had she ended up saddled with such a clown? He must have come specifically to wreck things and provide comic relief!
"Oh, what do you people know!"
Aodejiao pouted and grumbled indignantly, his cheeks puffed out. "I think this poem is excellent! The problem definitely isn't me. These common fools simply have no ability to appreciate it!"
His dark skin blended into the night. If not for his remarkably bright eyes, he would have looked just like a moving shadow. Yet he still held his neck stiffly, looking utterly convinced of his own righteousness.
Not far away, the siblings Lu Ding and Lu Yuyao both felt their mouths twitch violently at the sight, inwardly railing in unison:
How could such a freak exist in this world! His own writing was unbearable to look at, yet he turned around and accused everyone else of having poor taste. He was blatantly playing the shameless rogue!
"Hahahaha!"
"You're killing me! Did this big dark fellow from the Western Region come here just to make us laugh?"
"What a fine poem, a fine poem indeed! My stomach hurts from laughing!"
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