The staff moved ten writing desks to the empty spaces, and arranged the writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and poetry collections. The ten desks were arranged in two columns, and the distribution of the guests' positions is shown in the following diagram:
Chi Yining, Gu Chengyuan
Jia Mingchuan, Shao Chongsi
Bai Chongxuan, Hu Bing
Yan Guiyun, Li Qingmi
Wang Xinyang, Chen Shiyu
Of the ten people who looked at the distribution map, some were happy and some were worried.
[What should I do? I've already started laughing, haha!]
[Director, you're awesome! President Yan himself!]
[ Yan Guiyun:...]
[Director: Let's get this party started, sis!]
[Haha, it might be a bit difficult for President Yan to get first or second place this time...]
After everyone was in their places, the staff announced, "Ten long poems will be copied, one copy for each person, and the session will last one hour."
Hu Bing felt that she could simply let it go in one ear and out the other, without any pressure whatsoever.
An eerie silence filled the air.
After glancing at the poetry collection on his right, Hu Bing was about to put pen to paper when he wrote less than two words.
A sudden, violent cough startled him.
Cough cough cough!!
Turning around, I saw Li Qingmi behind me coughing, covering her mouth with a handkerchief she didn't know she'd seen, looking quite weak. "You're Lin Daiyu?! Coughing and coughing! You startled me!"
However, when Hu Bing's gaze returned to the paper, she noticed that the second character had an extra dot... Damn!
Just when he thought everyone was like him, he turned to look at the crowd around him and realized that not a single person had started writing yet...!
Holy crap! These filthy adults! Waaaaah!
[Hahaha... Damn, I'm dying of laughter]
It's hard to believe this handkerchief wasn't intentionally chosen!
[ Bingbing, I told you we shouldn't follow the example of these adults!]
[Haha, Bingbing, be more careful!]
Although he adhered to the principle of "I won't move unless the enemy moves," Wang Xinyang couldn't resist picking up his pen. He wanted to see what they were planning to do next!
So he read the poem once and then began to write.
Chen Shiyu: " Little Sheep, your shoelace is untied."
Wang Xinyang: "Oh, thank you."
But just as he put down his pen and was about to squat down, he realized his shoelaces weren't undone at all. " Chen Shiyu! You lied to me!"
Chen Shiyu smiled, sticking out her tongue at him. "Hehehe~"
Wang Xinyang: "..." Okay, the ship of friendship has capsized again.
Wang Xinyang ignored everything and intended to continue writing, when suddenly someone played a groundhog scream on their phone! It startled him!
Damn it! Is this ever going to end?! Wang Xinyang turned his head and saw a mirror appear to his side. How come he hadn't noticed it before?!
I thought the back was the best spot, but it turns out the director is a real jerk.
The groundhog's scream seemed to be set off by Hu Bing. Wang Xinyang's speechless gaze fell on Hu Bing Hu Bing, who smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, brother, I don't know when I set this alarm. I'll turn it off right away."
Wang Xinyang: "..." Did you see the disbelief written all over my face?!
Forget it! He'll wait until they start writing before he does.
Two more minutes passed, and it seemed that someone finally couldn't wait any longer.
It was Jia Mingchuan. He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and was about to begin writing.
Wang Xinyang raised the corners of his mouth, his tone full of curiosity. " Little Brother Chuan, I heard that when you went to the mountains of Country Y to take photos last year, you were chased by a wild boar, and the wild boar guarded you under a tree all night. Is that true?"
Jia Mingchuan paused, a drop of ink falling onto the rice paper and spreading out.
He rarely thought about it, and practically no one knew about it; it was extremely inconsistent with his outward appearance.
Yes, Wang Xinyang is that little black kid who lives in the building next to his! Could it be that his mother and Wang Xinyang's mother told him?