Chapter four hundred and ninetieth IX depends on your performance
"Do you think you are so clever at playing this? In front of me, you are nothing!" Wei Mingyang looked aloof and arrogant. Hang Tianyi did not expect that this boy was also a master of pretense.
"Who are you?" Zuo Qiu Kai asked.
Wei Mingyang said: "Oh, who am I and what does this have to do with you?"
"In that case, it's nonsense. How can you prove that I didn't write this poem?" Zuo Qiukai didn't want to continue talking to Wei Mingyang. He felt that the boy was being convoluted.
"Your words are already the best proof!" Wei Mingyang said calmly.
At this time, his mouth moved slightly, and he thought to himself, "Young man, if you want to argue with me, it's still a bit too hot."
Hang Tianyi nodded, if possible, would you accept this guy as your apprentice?
Stop it, how could he have the idea of accepting a disciple?
The most important thing is that this is Wei Xuan's son!
Moreover, he, Hang Tianyi, really couldn't teach such a disciple. If he really became a master and disciple, he would probably be pissed half to death every day.
Well, let me watch your performance!
Hang Tianyi thinks that since this kid likes performing, he can just continue watching the show!
"What do you mean?" Zuo Qiu Kai frowned deeply.
Wei Mingyang smiled and said: "What do I mean? Are you really confused, or are you pretending to be confused?"
At this time, Zuoqiu Kai realized that children were difficult to deal with.
For example, Li Yunbai or the disciples of Qingyun Academy, they have status and status, and are bound by certain things, so it is easier to deal with them.
But Wei Mingyang is simply a ghost!
"Are you the only naughty boy in Qingyun Academy?" Zuo Qiukai was also thinking very quickly.
Wei Mingyang glanced at Zuo Qiu Kai, his eyes full of disdain: "If you want to compete with the students of Qingyun Academy, you really have to get past a naughty boy like me. If you can't even compare to a naughty boy like me, then...
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Speaking of such nonsense, Zuo Qiukai's head is really not as fast as Wei Mingyang's.
"You think you are very powerful and can challenge you?" Zuo Qiukai's gaze was as sharp as a knife or lightning.
Wei Mingyang waved his hand: "Don't! Don't! Don't! I'm just an inconspicuous little Luo Luo, but I don't think you can necessarily compare to me, little Luo Luo!"
"Your tone is quite serious!" Zuo Qiukai's face turned gloomy.
Wei Mingyang smiled and said: "My breath is loud or small, you have never smelled it!"
"It's so disgusting!" Liu Ruoxi was on the side with a look of disgust on her face.
Wei Mingyang coughed dryly, thinking that this was to disgust others, not himself.
"Then bring out some real materials!" Zuo Qiukai suppressed the anger in his heart. He had to stay calm.
"A person like me, with real talent, obviously doesn't know how to make heads-up!" Wei Mingyang is such a naughty boy.
"You..." How could Zuo Qiu Kai endure it? At this time, he could not suppress the anger in his heart.
Wei Mingyang smiled and said: "Why are you so angry? Being too angry is bad for your heart!"
"Qingyun Academy, it turns out that you only know a few words, but I've seen it before!" Zuo Qiukai finally changed the subject.
Wei Mingyang said calmly: "I have seen many shameless people like you. Don't you want to prove that this poem was not written by you? Well, I will prove it to you now!"
Imitating Hang Tianyi's handwriting is not difficult with Wei Mingyang's intelligence. But this kid obviously won't imitate Hang Tianyi's handwriting.
This boy took a few steps forward and added the remaining couplet to the door.
I saw him writing:
You should take pity on the green moss on the teeth of your clogs, and the door of the small buckle firewood will not open for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be contained, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall!
This is a complete poem, "A Garden Visit Is Not Worth It" that will be famous throughout the ages.
"Yes, this is a complete poem!" Gao Yunfeng praised.
Zuo Qiu Kai was completely stunned. He really didn't expect that the complete meaning of this poem was like this. He had been talking about it for a long time, but it was all useless.
Especially the two added lines of the poem, compared to the summer, are simply like shit.
"No, this is not spring anymore, and the apricot blossoms are not in bloom. This 'spring garden is full of beauty, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall' is wrong!"
Zuo Qiu Kai said at this time that he had to change the angle.
Wei Mingyang was stunned when he heard this. Yes, at this point, it is no longer spring.
Zuo Qiu Kai continued: "And everyone can see that your handwriting is indeed different from the couplet below!"
"You just realized it? Yes, this poem was indeed not written by me!" Wei Mingyang said carelessly.
"So this poem was not written by you?" There was an inexplicable look on Zuo Qiukai's face at this time, which seemed to have profound meaning. He heard Wei Mingyang's words clearly, but he emphasized it again, and the purpose was self-evident.
He seemed to have grabbed someone's pigtails and was trying to pull her to death.
Hang Tianyi has never felt like he does now that the face of a scholar actually has such an ugly side.
"It's true that I didn't write it. Maybe I'm really not good at writing poetry, and you, not only can't write poetry, but you can't be a human being either!" Wei Mingyang's words were like thunder, exploding in everyone's minds.
Zuo Qiu Kai's pupils shrank slightly, Wei Mingyang's words were very offensive.
This matter is indeed not written by him, and he is a scholar. In other words, the book got into the dog's belly.
But there are really not many people in this world who can be as good as dogs!
"Good guy!" Hang Tianyi praised secretly.
"If you didn't write it, then you must know the person who wrote the poem?" Zuo Qiukai said.
Wei Mingyang couldn't help but chuckle: "You finally admitted that this poem was indeed not written by you!"
Zuo Qiu Kai's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that he would be tricked by a child.
"Well done, but if this person who wrote the poem was not from your Qingyun Academy..."
Zuo Qiu Kai's face was really thick, and he was still able to hold his ground at this moment.
"This is nothing you should worry about!" Wei Mingyang said.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable smile on Zuo Qiu Kai's face. He said: "It's still what I said just now. In fact, this Qijue song is not that good. It's just for your Qingyun Academy to put gold on your face.
, just did this!"
"This poem is not good, your Excellency is really arrogant!" Gao Yunfeng said.
Zuo Qiu Kai said: "The season is wrong. Isn't this the biggest flaw?"
"This..." Gao Yunfeng was speechless for a moment. Because this is an indisputable fact.
The topic of love had been diverted by Wei Mingyang last time. Who would have thought that Zuo Qiu Kai was also a shrewd person, and bringing up old things again would still be quite lethal.
"So, this poem is not as good as imagined!" Zuo Qiukai's voice gradually became louder. At that moment, some people started to discuss it.