"Brother Guan, are you crazy? We have already worked very hard to accumulate cultural knowledge in daily life, why do we need to do such an unwise thing?"

"Even if you want to pray for a literary name, you have to wait until the fifth day of the fifth year to find a master-level existence. Although you will get less literary power, at least it will not backfire on you."

"Brother Guan, you are too anxious. Although the lower the ranking, the more literary rewards you will get when the literary saint list is settled, but this is too risky."

…

The concern of several people was palpable. They were all classmates and good friends, and they did not want to see Guan Xingren endangering his future because of his impulsiveness.

Guan Xingren summoned the paper basket, and everyone looked at it and sighed, it was too late.

The title of the poem "Ascending the Ninth Tower" is clearly engraved on Guan Xingren's writing utensil.

"Don't panic, please read the poems carefully. I trust your own vision."

For Guan Xingren, once he fails to seek literary fame, most of his hard-earned literary spirit may be lost, and it may even endanger the literary palace.

But he has no regrets.

After the six people heard this, they stopped talking and carefully read this poem that made Guan Xingren "lost his heart and went crazy".

After a while, the tea table was silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the gradually heavier breathing of these people.

"This... seems to be simple and simple in writing, but for some reason, it makes my mind sway."

"I feel the same way. When I first read it, I felt it was just average. But the more I read, the more I can feel the high spirit contained in it."

Guan Xingren pointed to the paper he spread out,

"This is a critical article that I spent three hours writing last night, but I can only interpret the superficial meaning."

"The deeper things are no longer visible at my level."

"In my opinion, this poem is likely to soar into the sky on the January Literary Saints List."

Several people breathed a long sigh of relief,

"It is indeed possible to soar into the sky. Even if the tide of competition for rankings comes on the fifth day of the new year, you can still break into the top 50."

"The first fifty? January is not a month for rankings. Only a very few masters such as Wen Zong will take action. This song "Ascend the Ninth Tower" was at least written by a master-level figure, and there are more than fifty."

"Master? This Taibai is a name that has never appeared before. This is the first time this name appears on the list of literary saints. Which of those masters has not left at least five top thirty poems on the list of literary saints?"

"I'm surprised. This poem was obviously written by a student of the academy, and the quality is so high. Why is it only ranked 93rd? It shouldn't be."

"I feel like I really have to work hard like other academy students. This song "Ascend the Ninth Tower" can be ranked among the top ten!"

"This Taibai is probably another astonishing talent who is just starting out and can be compared to the master level!"

…

Guan Xingren drank up the cold tea in front of him in one gulp.

"I suspect that Taibai did not mobilize the power of the academy at all, but just put his name on it. Otherwise, this poem should have been saved for the competition for the list on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month."

Everyone nodded, this was the only possibility.

One person couldn't help but made a bad word,
Chapter completed!