Chapter 643

"For the sake of dignity, I bet Ye Xuan will lose this round! I'll use my savings of three yuan and twenty-two cents as a bet! 【Not righteous but feeling strong】"

"To the person above, your savings can't even buy a pack of spicy strips 【Picking nose】"

There were also netizens who had already added a ten-meter filter to Ye Xuan, and at this moment, they were already cheering and shouting one by one.

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

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

"Mommy, I'm inexplicably nervous, what should I do?!"

06

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

If this question were placed in front of them, what would they do?

After searching their brains, President Liu of the Poetry Society shook his head with a troubled look.

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

Not only him, but the four poetry masters who had previously participated in the poetry lectures were also frowning, each of them deep in thought and sighing.

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

"Answering impromptu on the spot is truly quite difficult!"

The atmosphere in the live stream room became tense without anyone noticing.

Everyone was thinking about 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, as the focus of everyone's attention, curled his mouth slightly under everyone's gaze.

His brain contained the cultural treasures of the future China.

Holding the cultural treasure house of five thousand years in his hands, how could he be stumped by this small problem?!

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

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

"What's difficult about this?!"

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

But somehow, everyone felt the confidence in Ye Xuan.

The next moment, they saw Ye Xuan writing and reciting while holding the whiteboard.

The deep, calm voice fell into the ears of all the netizens in the live stream 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, it was as if a scene of a small path, cooking smoke, village entrance, pavilions, and flowers woven together appeared before everyone's eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

Some netizens were even reminded of familiar memories, feeling that their hometown seemed to be just like this.

A moment later, the netizens in the live stream room finally pulled themselves out of the imagery of this short poem one by one.

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

Ten numbers, not a single one missing!

The whole poem 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, it would be perfectly normal to spend a few hours in deep thought.

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 completed it easily once again!

The bullet comments were already scrolling frantically.

"Another day of just making up the numbers in the human world! Would the world die if there were one more straight-A student like me? 【Cracking】"

"Cursing and exiting the live stream room to start studying!"

"I bet you'll study for two minutes and then give up! 【Dog head】"

"I really want to shout out loud: did the Meng Po soup this guy drank get watered down?!"

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

"I seriously suspect my brain was forgotten to be given to me?! 【Crying】"

"It turns out Ye Xuan was personally molded by Nüwa, 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, under the camera, Ye Xuan seemed to think of something and suddenly added.

"For another example."

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

Seven-stringed zither, no heart to play; eight-line letter, nothing to pass on. Nine-linked rings broken in the middle, ten-mile pavilion, eyes worn out from waiting."

This is Zhuo Wenjun's poem of resentment for Sima Xiangru.

"If you don't require completeness, or in other words."

"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 Zheng Banqiao's poem on snow from the Qing Dynasty.

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

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ten thousand trees sprouting today. Returning geese in the distant sky, floating clouds flying, swimming fish in the near water, bursting out of the ice."

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

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

Scholars and poets, talking and laughing, drinking and feasting, eternal 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 live stream room were all stunned.

"I... I... I'm numb! I finally know why some people are autistic—because they might think the people around them are mentally retarded..."

"Belonging to the same species as Ye Gouzi, I suddenly suspect that I've dragged down the human species 【Tears】"

"So human evolution never brought me along—did human atavism bring me along instead?! 【Sadness flowing into a river】"

"When Ye Gouzi looks at us, will it be like how we look at dogs..."

"Adding to the comment above, it might not be like looking at dogs, but like looking at stupid dogs 【Cracking】"

"《Every Day I Spend Making Carbon Dioxide in the Human World》"

"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 Gouzi is simply a person born to be fed by the heavens!

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