If it is said that Ruyue accidentally played the wrong piano.
That's possible.
But why is Zhao Xiaole so lucky?
Why can't such a good thing happen to me?
There were many people with similar thoughts, and when they looked at Zhao Xiaole, there was a hint of envy and jealousy in their eyes.
Of course, more people feel that even if Zhao Xiaole passes this round, he will rely on his bullshit poems in the next round.
He will definitely be eliminated by Ruyue.
He would never see Ruyue after all.
It's just that I have gone further than others.
With this thought, everyone immediately felt a lot more comfortable.
The chanting of poems continues.
Soon, the first round was over.
Including Zhao Xiaole, a total of sixteen people entered the second round, and this round they still competed in poetry.
Because those who can be recognized by Ruyue in the first round are all masters.
Therefore, the quality of the poems in the second round immediately improved.
Even some people who were eliminated sometimes couldn't help but clap their hands after hearing some eye-catching poems and lines.
"Okay, it's really well written!"
"Actually, that's what I mean too, but I just don't know how to say it!"
"..."
Sure enough, not only did the audience applaud, but Kisaragi on the second floor also played the piano, allowing him to enter the next round.
As for whether it is because it is difficult to disobey public opinion, that is not known.
Zhao Xiaole was ranked last.
In the eyes of everyone, he is just a make-up, so what is his real ability? He will definitely be eliminated soon.
Sure enough, Zhao Xiaole once again came up with a limerick that shocked everyone, "Spring rain is as precious as oil, it flows all over the ground, it makes a great scholar fall, and it makes a herd of cattle laugh!"
Such a down-to-earth and slightly sarcastic limerick immediately stunned everyone.
After a short period of tranquility.
A burst of applause immediately erupted in the hall.
"Good! It's so well written!"
"This is called poetry. What others write is bullshit and I can't understand a word of it!"
"Yes, this poem is written so smoothly..."
"..."
Most of the people in the world do not read, and they do not have a certain tendency towards aesthetics. On the contrary, they think some down-to-earth and easy-to-understand poems are excellent works.
There were so many cheers, some of which were really incomprehensible, and many of which were deliberately causing trouble.
They themselves were unsuccessful, so they deliberately lowered the threshold for poetry so that they could get through later.
However, I am more dissatisfied with Honghualou’s pretentiousness.
Make money in various ways.
How do you let the heroes lick blood from the knife and make money with their heads in the air? When have they ever seen such a fancy way of playing?
As a result, the sound of cheers suddenly resounded throughout the hall.
At this moment, everyone in Honghua Tower looked grim.
With so many cheers, wouldn't it be against the will of everyone if Zhao Xiaole is not allowed to pass?
If approved, wouldn't these poems lower the threshold of Honghualou?
They had to look at Ruyue.
Let Kisaragi make her own decision.
However, Ruyue plucked the strings again without hesitation.
There was another "Zheng~" sound.
It means that Zhao Xiaole has passed this level.
As a result, the hall erupted into cheers of joy, as if they had passed the test themselves.
Seeing this, everyone in Honghua Tower breathed a sigh of relief.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, forget it, Zhao Xiaole is a special case this time, how could anyone else have produced so many bullshit poems?
The only ones who were dissatisfied with Zhao Xiaole were the four people who passed the second round. They looked at Zhao Xiaole with genuine disgust on their faces.
You have put so much effort into competing with a person who writes limericks. Isn't this humiliation? What is it?
Some people have already clenched their fists, wishing they could get rid of this annoying young man right now.
Anyway, Honghua House has this rule.
If a conflict breaks out between the two parties, the living one can successfully replace the dead one and gain the opportunity to meet the girl Kisaragi.
After a while, several people still did not have an attack.
Again in the third round of the competition, they wrote a masterpiece that they had prepared for a long time. When they read it out, although it was of excellent quality.
But no one in the hall could tell the difference. Their interest was still in Zhao Xiaole.
I hope he can also write some weird poems.
Ruyue also chose to eliminate two people after careful consideration, and then it was Zhao Xiaole's turn.
At this moment, the two girls beside Zhao Xiaole were already overjoyed. One of them wrote poems, the other read poems, and both got tickets.
How to be unhappy?
Especially since Zhao Xiaole has reached the third round, this means that they can still get banknotes. At this moment, they both want to hug Zhao Xiaole and give him a kiss.
"Guanren, you are so amazing. How could you come up with such a wonderful poem?"
"Haha, my next sentence is even better, I will read it to you." Zhao Xiaole said the last sentence.
After saying that, the two girls looked charming and said shyly: "My lord, you are such a bad person, how could you write such a poem?"
When everyone looked over, they happened to hear the girl say these words.
Therefore, I couldn't help but become curious.
Good guy, what is this thing written about?
Read it quickly and listen.
After the two girls quarreled for a while, they wrote the last line of the poem, and then handed it to the other girl to read.
It's Zhao Xiaole's turn.
After the girl picked up the poem, she started reciting it in front of everyone, without even using ink.
"The gongs are clanging downstairs, the bride is sitting shyly in the sedan chair, and tonight the bridal chamber is full of flowers and candles..."
At this point, she paused.
Everyone pricked up their ears and listened more attentively.
The girl then read slowly:
"The hosta is broken and the begonia is red."
Wow!
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
I have to say that the two metaphors of hosta and begonia really have as many images as possible, and everyone immediately understood them.
However, what they did not expect was that Zhao Xiaole would dare to read such explicit and straightforward verses in the light of the hall.
It’s really...
It really fits everyone’s taste.
In addition, this is the kind of place a brothel is, so you have to write some polite sentences expressing your admiration.
On the contrary, it seems out of place.
The heroes who understood Zhao Xiaole's poems all clapped their hands and applauded, and the noisy atmosphere almost brought down the roof.
They secretly regretted it. If they had known earlier that this kind of poetry could pass two rounds, why didn't they get a few of them?
Honghualou did not expect, and Ruyue did not expect that Zhao Xiaole would single-handedly turn Honghualou's poems, songs, and songs into a place where obscene lyrics and songs were overflowing.
They were almost dumbfounded.
And those heroes who worked hard to collect and prepare, finally got so many poems, thinking about having a good meal.
The anger has already reached the brink of volcanic eruption.
