"Yes, everyone has finished."
The middle-aged Brush Holder looked at Jiang Xiaobai with utter resignation. "Your turn!"
Honestly, was this Heir Apparent of the Jiang Family not the least bit anxious?
He had actually fallen asleep in his seat.
He had not even listened to anyone else's poems. Just... how confident did he have to be?
Of course, he was not the only one thinking this.
Inside Orchid Pavilion Tower, the students present looked at Jiang Xiaobai with increasingly complicated expressions.
Arrogant. He was simply too arrogant.
He had won the couplet contest earlier, so a little arrogance was understandable.
But now the themes were wind, flowers, snow, and the moon-four poems in succession.
None of those in the Jia Character Area were ordinary students.
Du Chong, Guo Zhan, and Zhong Yu in particular had just earned cheers from the entire hall with their poems.
Yet Jiang Xiaobai had fallen asleep?
He did not regard any of them as worth his attention!
"Oh, it's my turn?"
Jiang Xiaobai stretched lazily and rubbed the corners of his eyes, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Only after swallowing the tea did he clear his throat and look at the Brush Holder. "Right, what... were the themes again?"
Pfft...
As soon as Jiang Xiaobai spoke, Zhang Xinnian failed to hold back and burst out laughing again.
Seriously, his Heir Apparent... was far too infuriating.
Twelve people had been racking their brains here, composing one poem after another.
And what did the Heir Apparent do? Wake up and ask what the themes were.
Wasn't that stabbing them straight through the heart?
Standing nearby, Tang Ningshuang glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and nearly lost her composure too.
This man could infuriate people to death wherever he went.
The Brush Holder's face darkened.
Now