Chapter 355

Plum rain season, Jiangnan alley, white walls and black tiles, light rain drizzling.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a passerby wanders, a clove girl, haunting dreams.

When Ye Xuan's voice fell, countless people in the live broadcast room still hadn't reacted, still immersed in the beauty of the rainy lane and unable to extricate themselves.

The images in their minds gradually faded, and the barrage in the live broadcast room gushed in.

"Compared to this, it's like heaven and earth!"

"Thanks to Jia Qianqian, I have the honor to hear this poem by Ye Gouzi!"

"Agree with the front row! Thanks to Jia Qianqian for letting me freeload on another one of Ye Gouzi's master poetry classes!"

"I have only one question, when can this poem be published?!"

At the same time, many netizens behind the screen even took out exquisite notebooks for the first time and copied this poem onto the paper.

Their hearts and eyes were full of love for this poem.

And these words of flattery and praise for Ye Xuan were also seen by Jia Qianqian, who was staring at the comment section.

At this moment, the unwillingness in Jia Qianqian's eyes became more and more obvious.

Could it be that she really couldn't beat Ye Xuan?!

Suddenly, Jia Qianqian recalled the works that Jia Pingwa had stuffed to her earlier.

Gritting her teeth, the thought of not admitting defeat took the upper hand, and Jia Qianqian suddenly spoke.

"I have one more."

Seeing Jia Qianqian claim that she had another new poem, the netizens in the live broadcast room had already stopped holding out hope.

After all, the first two had truly refreshed the netizens' worldview; how much better could the third one be?!

However, just when the netizens lowered their expectations, Jia Qianqian gave everyone a rare surprise this time.

"The third one is my new poem 'The Sea'... oh no... 'Diving into the Sea'."

When Jia Qianqian read the title, she stuttered for a rare moment.

The netizens in the live broadcast room also thought she just slipped up and didn't pay much attention.

Only Ye Xuan on the opposite side caught Jia Qianqian's flickering eyes, and her expression seemed to carry a trace of reluctance.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth slowly hooked into an arc.

It seems that this poem is a bit wrong.

Jia Qianqian clearly hid something.

Jia Qianqian on the opposite side had no idea that her stutter just now had already revealed most of the truth.

Now she pursed her lips tightly and slowly recited this poem ghostwritten by someone else.

However, compared to the expressive recitation of the first two, her expression was clearly not as engaged as it was at the beginning, and even her tone was much stiffer.

"I dive into the seabed to see the sea"

"Not to merge my soul into the vast sea..."

Halfway through, Jia Qianqian suddenly slowed down her rhythm, and her emotions became full again.

"Just want to use the body of water"

"To snuggle in your surging embrace"

"In the name of love and freedom"

"The tide that never stops day and night"

However, as soon as Jia Qianqian finished reciting, Jia Pingwa in front of the screen suddenly changed his expression, and his brows immediately furrowed.

As early as when Jia Qianqian recited the poem title, Jia Pingwa had reacted immediately.

It seems that his daughter clearly realized the fact that she was inferior to Ye Xuan, so she adopted Jia Pingwa's suggestion and used a poem ghostwritten by someone else.

And the author of this poem was a famous big shot in the poetry world, the poetry expert Wang Anhe.

You know, Wang Anhe had long become a leader in the Chinese poetry world.

Being willing to write such a poem now was still out of face for Jia Pingwa.

Logically speaking, seeing Jia Qianqian take out a ghostwritten piece, Jia Pingwa should have felt relieved.

After all, with an old friend's level, he could at least ensure that Jia Qianqian wouldn't lose too miserably.

But unexpectedly, Jia Qianqian actually took it upon herself to change someone else's poem alive!

Sure enough, not long after, Jia Pingwa's phone rang.

Seeing the name on the caller ID, Jia Pingwa showed a bitter smile.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, he was met with a thunderous voice on the other side.

"Old Jia, what's going on? It's one thing for you to let me ghostwrite for your daughter."

"But what's the situation with her changing my poem for no reason?"

Jia Pingwa squeezed out a smile and hurriedly apologized to his old friend.

"Old Wang, I didn't expect this either; I apologize to you on behalf of my daughter..."

While Jia Pingwa was still apologizing to his old friend, Jia Qianqian had already raised her neck, preparing to welcome everyone's praise.

But when her gaze fell on the live broadcast room, her brows immediately stood up.

"The first few sentences were pretty good, why did the style change so much in the last two sentences?"

"Am I the only one who thought crookedly? Especially the last two sentences..."

"I feel like this Miss Jia Qianqian is inconsistent!"

"Not doing shit-and-piss literature anymore, now starting to go the erotic literature route?"

"I don't understand, but I'm greatly shocked!"

"Oh my god, today is truly an eye-opening day; I feel like I can also be a great writer!"

Ye Xuan on the opposite side, seeing Jia Qianqian's completely different attitude toward the same poem, had already guessed something.

Jia Qianqian was clearly not that familiar with this poem, otherwise she wouldn't have read the title wrong at the beginning.

Reading the first half, it was clearly a dry tone, but only when reciting the last two sentences did the tone change as if it were a different person.

It seems that only the last two sentences were written by Jia Qianqian herself, and the rest were probably ghostwritten by others.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan suddenly asked.

"Ms. Jia, when and where did you write this poem?!"

Once the question was out, Jia Qianqian stiffened, and a flash of panic crossed her eyes.

This poem wasn't written by her at all; how would she know when it was completed?

But after all, in front of everyone, she gritted her teeth and casually bluffed.

"Last year, I guess... by the sea."

Jia Qianqian originally thought this casual fabrication would make Ye Xuan stop asking questions.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan's next question immediately made Jia Qianqian fall into a state of darkness.

"I remember Ms. Jia once mentioned in an interview that she couldn't swim; how did she suddenly learn to dive?"

As soon as the voice came out, the live broadcast room, which had been scrolling fast, also went quiet.

Countless netizens behind the screen clearly sensed something wrong from this question.

Good guy.

If Jia Qianqian couldn't swim at all, then this diving poem—

How could it have been completed by Jia Qianqian?

"Holy crap, did I discover a shocking secret!"

"Could it be that she wrote it in a dream?"

"In other words, this is ghostwritten?!"

Exposed by Ye Xuan in an almost public way for the secret of finding someone to ghostwrite, Jia Qianqian's expression was clearly much more panicked.

In terror, she didn't have time to think, and blurted out.

"It has nothing to do with me, it was my dad who let me..."

Halfway through, Jia Qianqian clearly realized what she shouldn't have said, and her face turned pale instantly.

And the live broadcast room exploded along with her words.

So this poem really wasn't written by Jia Qianqian.

And it was Jia Pingwa who found someone to ghostwrite it for her?!