Chapter 1101

The applause came from Huang Shaoyun behind. Looking back, she was almost stunned.

"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of looks, this... This poem, this poem... I have never heard such a poem. I know every word, but the exquisite artistic conception combined makes people almost indulge in it. "

Huang Shaoyun has always been a cold-faced general, but few of them are so slightly now. Oh, no, they look very shocked.

Her eyes were bright and almost unbelievable. She looked at Shi Li over there. "Have you heard such poems? They are exquisite to the extreme!"

The moon setting scholars over there are almost paralyzed. They can't believe it. They are completely restrained. In the face of Huang Shaoyun's amazing works, she can praise them in words.

But in the face of this poem of the little prince, he couldn't even say a word of praise. I always feel that no matter what words and sentences I say, it is an insult to this poem.

Only to the end, burst out two words.

"Lying trough!"

"Lying trough!"

That kind of poetry has been completely detached to its own appreciation level! I can only look up to your existence.

The scholar of the falling moon really hates himself now. He really reads less, but this hatred and shame are different from the poem of Huang Shaoyun. Before, I hated and was ashamed because I couldn't make poems like General Huang Shaoyun.

But now I hate and am ashamed that I can't find a better word. Let's make a comment on the poem of the little prince!

It can be called a masterpiece!!

Unprecedented, unheard of.

Each of them couldn't say more praise, but the same idea jumped out of their minds at the same time. They saw a miracle today!

It's not the moon setting scholars who exaggerate, but such poems, which are really... Very moving.

"The cloud wants to dress, the flower wants to look... The cloud wants to dress, the flower wants to look..."

The falling moon scholar murmured, and tears were involuntarily left in his eyes

"Little Prince... I just ask, did you write this poem yourself?" The falling moon scholar finally struggled and asked. He really couldn't believe that this little prince, who had hardly read the enlightenment book, could make such an amazing work.

"Of course I did." When Shi Li saw their shocked fool faces, he turned his eyes and didn't feel proud at all.

How can an Olympic Mathematics champion feel when he runs over a group of primary school students who calculate one plus one equals two in grade one?

"Who else but me? Do you think there are any people who can make such poems? "

"This... How is this possible?" The falling moon scholar was shocked.

But we can only admit helplessly that we can't find anyone who can make such poems now. There is no possibility of theft or plagiarism.

Plagiarized an Olympic champion in the first grade of primary school. Does anyone believe it?

"The little prince has a good style."

Shi li felt that his hand was pulled. Looking back, he just put it in Zhu Huanxi's clear eyes. His dark pupils had a faint smile.

"I heard that the little prince didn't seem to have enlightened before, but now he can make such amazing works. I'm afraid those were rumors before. In fact, the little prince is a great talent. "

From the busy nod, shameless opening