Chapter 334

Many netizens felt that the requirement to include the numbers one through ten in a single poem was simply a pipe dream.

But just as they were about to speak, remembering the face-slapping from earlier, their comments all became rather restrained.

"Although I want to say it's 100% impossible, thinking about the face-slapping just now, I'll change it to 99% impossible instead?!"

"If it were anyone else, it would be called a fantasy, but when it comes to Ye Gou, why does it suddenly seem perfectly reasonable?! [Facepalm]"

"For the sake of my dignity, I bet Ye Xuan will lose this round! I'm staking my deposit of three yuan and twenty-two cents! [Not confident but acting tough]"

"To the person above, your deposit isn't even enough to buy a pack of spicy strips [Picking nose]"

There were also netizens who had already put a ten-meter-thick filter on Ye Xuan, and by now, they were all cheering him on.

"Ye Gou, hurry up and show everyone what you've got!"

"Release the dog! Now is the time for Ye Gou to show off his skills!"

"Oh my god, I'm inexplicably nervous, what do I do?!"

06

At this moment, many experts and scholars who were also seriously listening to the lecture began to ask themselves.

If this question were placed before them, what would they do?

After racking his brains, President Liu of the Poetry Association shook his head with a troubled expression.

"To have to include the numbers one through ten in such a short time, the difficulty is simply doubled!"

Not just him, the four poetry masters who had previously participated in the poetry lectures were also knitting their brows, deep in thought and sighing.

"If it were me, I really wouldn't know how to answer!"

"Answering on the spot like this is truly quite difficult!"

……

The atmosphere in the livestream room had unknowingly become tense.

Everyone was preoccupied with the same question.

Could Ye Xuan actually answer it?

Would he be stumped by the question?

Or would he once again subvert everyone's imagination?

And Ye Xuan, the focus of everyone's attention, curled the corners of his mouth slightly under the gaze of all.

His brain was filled with the cultural treasures of the future China.

Holding a five-thousand-year-old cultural treasury in his hands, how could he be stumped by this little problem?!

At this moment, the stars and moon were bright, a cool breeze was blowing, and the twilight was lush.

Everyone in the livestream room heard Ye Xuan say four words with composure.

"What is difficult about this?!"

It was still a simple four-word phrase, and even the tone of the rhetorical question seemed quite ordinary.

But for some reason, everyone felt the confidence radiating from Ye Xuan.

The next moment, they saw Ye Xuan pick up the whiteboard and start writing while reciting.

His calm and steady voice fell into the ears of every netizen in the livestream room, bit by bit.

"One goes two or three miles, four or five houses in the misty village, six or seven pavilions, eight, nine, ten branches of flowers."

As Ye Xuan's voice flowed, a scene of small paths, cooking smoke, village entrances, pavilions, and flowers woven together seemed to appear before everyone's eyes.

Looking at it, it was two or three miles away, with a thin mist covering four or five households.

There were six or seven pavilions and towers of various sizes, and eight, nine, or ten flowers were blooming brilliantly.

With just a few strokes, a natural, simple, and hazy landscape painting of a mountain village leaped into view.

At first glance, it was a scene full of vitality everywhere.

Some netizens were involuntarily moved by the imagery of the poem, and a faint smile already appeared on their lips.

Other netizens were even stirred by familiar memories, feeling as if their own hometown looked just like this.

A moment later, the netizens in the livestream room finally pulled themselves out of the imagery of this little poem.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Ten numbers, not a single one missed!

The whole piece seemed extremely ordinary, yet it was full of poetic charm, like a cheerful nursery rhyme!

The key is!

It was another instant answer!

If it were any other poetry master, not to mention deep deliberation for a long time, spending several hours racking their brains would be perfectly normal.

It could even be said that others might not be able to come up with a perfect answer even if they racked their brains.

But Ye Xuan had once again completed it with ease!

The bullet comments were already flooding the screen crazily.

"Another day of just making up the numbers in the world! Would it kill the world if there were one more straight-A student like me? [Cracking]"

"Cursing and exiting the Douyin livestream to start studying!"

"To the person in front, I bet you'll study for two minutes and then give up! [Dog head]"

"I really want to shout out loud, was the Meng Po soup this guy drank watered down?!"

"I don't know if it was watered down, but my Meng Po soup was definitely high concentration [Crying]"

"I seriously suspect that my brain forgot to be given to me?! [Cry]"

"It turns out Ye Xuan was molded by Nüwa herself, while I was just a mud splatter she flicked off, the heavens are unfair!"

The netizens were just about to open Ye Xuan's head to see what was going on.

Does this guy really have no bottlenecks?!

Is he really not leaving any way for others to survive?!

Just as the netizens were doubting if their brains were full of Meng Po soup, on camera, Ye Xuan seemed to think of something and suddenly spoke up to add.

"For example."

"After one parting, two places are separated. Only said three or four months, who knew it would be five or six years?

The seven-stringed zither has no heart to play, the eight-line letter has nothing to convey. The nine-linked ring breaks in the middle, the ten-mile pavilion is looked at until the eyes are worn out."

This is the poem of resentment by Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru.

"If you don't require it to be complete, or perhaps."

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, a thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms, they are nowhere to be seen."

This is "Ode to Snow" by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty.

"Taking a step back, you could also say."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ten thousand trees sprout today. Wild geese return to the distant sky, floating clouds fly, swimming fish in the near water burst through the ice."

This is "Seven-Day Start of Spring" by the great Tang Dynasty poet Luo Yin.

……

At this moment, Ye Xuan's thoughts seemed to return to that era of brilliant literary talent in the future.

Scholars and poets, chatting and laughing, drinking and feasting, a thousand years of romance.

One after another, classic poems passed down through the ages were uttered from his mouth, crashing down into this culturally barren era.

At this moment, the netizens in the livestream room were all stunned.

"I... I'm numb! I finally know why some people are autistic, because they might think the people around them are all idiots..."

"Belonging to the same species as Ye Gou, I suddenly suspect that I've lowered the standard of the human species [Tears]"

"So human evolution never included me, did human atavism include me instead?! [Sadness flowing into a river]"

"When Ye Gou looks at us, does he look at us like we look at dogs..."

"Adding to the comment above, it might not be looking at dogs, but looking at silly dogs [Cracking]"

"《My Every Day of Producing Carbon Dioxide on Earth》"

"The brain is a magical thing, why don't I have one!"

At this moment, everyone looking at Ye Xuan in front of the screen was already numb with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Ye Gou is simply someone born to be fed by the heavens!

Can you please take care of the wounded little hearts of ordinary people?!