Chapter 124

"Ha ha, silly." Little Pang Xie listened to the white birch forest twice in a row. He was so excited that he almost jumped up and was eager to try. He waited for Tian Yadong to come out and fight him directly.

However, after Tian Yadong had a problem, it was like the world evaporated and never appeared again. Indeed, Han Mo's works no longer need his comment.

Cheng Yang was completely confused. At first, he asked Tian Yadong to come. It was not a good name and a bad word. He just wanted to increase his winning chips. Now he doesn't even have this chip.

Just now, everyone was playing Han Mo's songs in a circle. At the moment, they have calmed down, and the screen was once again occupied by netizens' messages.

"I knelt down for Han Mo and could play and sing a song in a few minutes."

"The white birch forest is not a song, but a story."

"Even buy GA, Han Mo is my God, Lu Zhuan powder."

Han Mo looked at the constantly rolling comments on the screen and his eyes were deep.

He is indifferent to fame and wealth, but he is not stupid enough to be fooled. This farce was made by Cheng Yang and directed by himself. Tian Yadong is not qualified to take a stand. Han Mo didn't want to pay attention to it at the beginning. In order to support his fans, he came. Tian Yadong proposed that "the horse knight is talking. He asked him to wait a minute. Don't break up."

"Yes, don't go. Don't go if you lose. "

"Let's wait for Han Mo to say something."

Han Mo directly clicked and sent the input text.

"Since it's a challenge, I've answered my question. Now it's your turn."

It's your turn!

It's your turn!

"Is Han Mo challenging Cheng Yang?"

"Counter attack! We must counterattack! "

"Ha ha, I'll say that line for the horse knight. If you don't accept it, come to war!"

Peng ye saw the information from Han Mo and suddenly laughed. "Pa" slapped heavily on Zeng Ying's thigh, who was leaning against her and staring at the screen together. Zeng Ying screamed.

"Master Peng, why do you hit me when you're excited?" Zeng Ying rubbed her thighs with her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so happy. This is the knight. If you dare to come, I dare to beat it back. The tiger doesn't get angry. We really think we are meow meow meow. "

Meng Si put his hands on his hips. "This boy really gives me a long face." Then he laughed and continued to look at the screen.

Xiao Pang dried a can of beer in one breath, then stepped heavily on the tin and shouted at the screen, "special, right, Cheng Yang, it's your turn!"

Cheng Yang took a deep breath. He was embarrassed and guilty just now. The problem he had thought about for so long was easily solved by Han mo. however, in terms of literary creation, he was quite confident. He was one of the best in Beidu, but he must be in the forefront. He subconsciously picked his eyebrows.

While everyone was waiting for Han Mo's topic, his third message bounced to the screen.

"I can't work out this topic. Give the power to all the fans on the scene. Everyone can work out a topic, and then everyone chooses the topic with the highest vote, which is the topic I worked out today."

This sentence burst into flames in an instant. The fans didn't expect that Han Mo would leave such an important thing for them to do. Just now I saw that his idol was treated unfairly and the other side was still so arrogant. There was fire in my heart. Fortunately, Han Mo won and finished so well. Now it's up to them.

"The horseman is assured that he will complete the task."

"I can't write my own poetry, but I'm an expert in writing questions for others."

Netizens took positive action. The number of online netizens was amazing, and everyone gathered their wisdom.

"What storms can a group of amateur people set off?" Cheng Yang brushed a trace of disdain around his mouth.

Fans also have special organizers, similar to fan support groups. The leaders and other fans also know each other. After Han Mo's message pops up, he takes everyone to reopen the building and vote.

Just now, the active screen was quiet and there was nothing. As time passed, Han Mo and Cheng Yang didn't know what the final topic was.

"Master Peng, I'm nervous." Xiaomei suddenly holds Peng Ye's arm.

"What are you nervous about?" Peng ye asked in a loud voice.

"I don't know. The screen is suddenly quiet, so I'm inexplicably nervous."

Peng Ye glanced, smiled and shook his head.

Cheng Yang lit a cigarette and took only one puff. The smoke rose slowly and dispersed in the house. He stared at the screen, pinched the smoke with his fingertips and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, the fans who had just disappeared suddenly appeared, and the information of fan representatives popped up on the screen.

"After we voted, we chose the topic with the highest number of votes."

Cheng Yang stared and held his breath, waiting for the questions of netizens to appear.

Han Mo didn't know what the problem was in advance. He was also staring at the screen at the moment.

"Please write a poem with a pair of antonyms as the title. Before, the Royal Horse Knight only used three minutes to answer Mr. Cheng Yang's question. Now, please ask Mr. Cheng to answer our question within three minutes."

"Timing starts."

Xiao Pang also participated in the topic. After some netizens put forward the topic, they all felt good. Finally, the number of votes was indeed the highest. He himself voted for the topic. At the moment, Xiao Pang Xie was very excited.

"Antonym, it's too difficult. Master Peng, you usually like poetry so much. Do you have a clue?" Zeng Ying looked at Peng ye with a confused face.

Peng Ye rolled his eyes. "If I had a clue, I would become a poet and take you little girls every day."

antonym? Writing poetry?

There are also many professional poets in the crowd watching the war behind the scenes. Seeing this topic, they quickly picked up their pen and ran rapidly in their minds.

The moment he saw the screen, Cheng Yang's brain was blank. The antonym was the title. The antonym

Time passes minute by minute. When waiting for others, I always feel that time is very long, but when I answer, time flies. Cheng Yang's cigarette had long been extinguished in the ashtray. The pen in his hand quickly scratched on the blank paper, and the waste paper was scattered next to it.

It has entered the countdown stage, 20 seconds, 19 seconds, 18 seconds

Cheng Yang put his hands on his head and was almost crazy. His mind was completely stuck, but the time didn't stop, and the countdown continued.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second

"It's time." The message of fan generation pops up again.

"Please send the poem to the page."

Everyone's attention fell on the screen, just like the result of paying attention to Han Mo just now.

"It's time. Hurry up."

"Yes, what are you waiting for?"

Fans kept urging.

Suddenly Cheng Yang's name appeared on the page, "it's impossible to write poetry in such a short time."

"Han Mo just answered your question in three minutes." Fan representatives are also welcome.

"But this question is more difficult. Even Han Mo can't answer it." Cheng Yang just doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe that Han Mo can do it. The antonym is the title, which is difficult for people at all.

Netizens did not expect that the vice chairman of Tangtang Beidu Writers Association could say such words. For a time, the fan representatives were cheated by Cheng Yang and did not know what to do. Other netizens were also stunned.

"If you can't answer it yourself, it's still too difficult?"

"I'm speechless. I can only say it ten thousand times."

If he hadn't been across the screen, Xiao Pang really wanted to bah Cheng Yang's face.

For a time, all kinds of sounds were overwhelming.

But the person who should speak most at the moment didn't speak.

Han Mo's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, glanced at the content he had typed, and clicked to send it.

His message was suddenly inserted into the noisy screen, and the fans stared round unexpectedly.

"Far and near"

You,

Look at me later,

Look at the clouds for a while;

I think,

When you look at me, it's far away,

When you look at the clouds, it's very close. "

The author of this poem is Gu Cheng, a poet of Han Mo's original world. This poem has only six short sentences and 27 words, but it expounds a wonderful and lasting philosophy. Here far and near are antonyms, but they are not describing space, but the distance between heart and heart. The author presents a picture, two levels, about the profound spiritual connotation of getting along with people.

As soon as Han Mo's poems came out, his fans were boiling. There were not only fans, but also many poetry lovers. Everyone knew poetry.

"Who says the question is too difficult for anyone to answer in such a short time, see? Just ask if it hurts. "

"Far and near, a good poem, this is no longer a simple description, but an artistic conception."

"I can't imagine that I can make such a high-level work in three minutes."

Not only fans, but also some professional poets sincerely praised Han mo.

Cheng Yang's eyebrows tightened, his eyes fixed on Han Mo's poems, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly.

Fans who like Han Mo are not ready to release process Yang. They were originally angered by his cheating behavior. At the moment, Han Mo is beating his face with strength. Fans have held high the flag and filled the screen with all kinds of comments.

Just as Han Mo's fans are gaining momentum.

Suddenly, a post pops up on the screen. The title of the book is Zhang Xiaofan, chairman of Beidu Writers Association.

"The horse riding knight is worthy of being a young talent. When he first read" facing the sea, flowers bloom in spring ", he was attracted by the author's talent. Later, the birth of works is even more impressive. Today's live creation is the most eye opener for Zhang. Xiao Cheng also appreciated the horse riding knight and intended to include him in the writers' Association, but he thought he was a newcomer after all, And I'm so young that I came up with such a quiz today. Through this platform, I announce that the Royal knight is officially invited to join the Beidu writers' Association. I hope the Royal knight can create more and better works. "

Han Mo sat in front of the computer and glanced at what Zhang Xiaofan said.

He hasn't seen Zhang Xiaofan, but Wang Lei mentioned it before. Zhang Xiaofan's works have won many awards. Some of his works have been translated into many languages, which is nothing nationwide, but they are very influential in the literary circle of Beidu. His seniority was very old, and the intellectuals in Beidu gave him face.

Zhang Xiaofan's sudden appearance surprised everyone. Even the North Writers Association never thought that old Zhang would suddenly make a voice.

Those who just came out and had a bubble didn't dare to say anything. Those who didn't have a bubble just now pretended that they were completely absent. For a moment, the people of the Beidu writers association disappeared.

Only Cheng Yang came out with a hard head, "what old Zhang said is that we have long wanted to invite the Royal Horse knight to enter the Beidu writers' Association, but we haven't found a suitable opportunity."

Han Mo didn't answer immediately. He knew that Zhang Xiaofan came out to save the scene. He might have watched the war behind the screen. At this time, he just appeared to help Cheng Yang save face.

Netizens are very interesting. Since Zhang Xiaofan came out, they haven't brushed the screen and left space for Han Mo to talk to the writers' Association.

Zhang Xiaofan's invitation has passed for a while, and the chairman of Beidu Writers Association personally opened his mouth to invite the Royal knight to join.

Han Mo looked at the screen and left the keyboard with both hands.

Because Han Mo didn't say anything, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely embarrassing.

No outsider will know what Zhang Xiaofan's actual character is, but at this time, his attitude is a level with Cheng Yang, and his information appears on the screen again.

"I don't know whether the horseman will accept our invitation."

It was not easy to join the writers' Association in Beidu, and it was personally invited by the chairman of the writers' Association. Netizens didn't brush the screen, but they all hoped that Han Mo could agree.

Han Mo looked at Zhang Xiaofan's words.

"Did you say he would agree?" Wang Qian looked at Li Manli and Guo Tao, but neither of the two people beside her spoke.

Meng Si stared at the screen. He didn't know what Han Mo would answer.

Netizens are waiting for Han Mo to appear. Zhang Xiaofan and everyone in the writers' Association are looking at the screen.

Can you join the Beidu writers' Association or be personally invited by the chairman of the Beidu writers' Association.

At this time, the Royal Knight's account appears on the screen.

"Thank you. No."