Chapter 680

"Agreed?!"

Seeing that Jia Qianqian had already forwarded Ye Xuan's Weibo, Jia Pingwa's expression sank completely.

He never expected that Ye Xuan would actually agree to the challenge from his daughter Jia Qianqian.

Isn't this just offering his own face for others to slap for nothing?!

But his daughter was still complacent, not realizing at all how inferior her level was.

Scanning Jia Qianqian, who was full of confidence, Jia Pingwa couldn't control the anger in his chest and scolded out loud.

"Idiot!"

Once the sudden roar came out, Jia Qianqian was also unhappy.

"Dad, do you not believe in your daughter so much? My entire study is full of trophies…"

Seeing the look of dissatisfaction on Jia Qianqian's face, and even wanting to talk about the awards she had won, Jia Pingwa only felt that "663" he was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Believe?! Don't lose my face, and that will be Amitabha! I will call a few uncles for you later, and then you must quickly memorize their poems!"

Obviously, Jia Pingwa did not think Jia Qianqian had the power to fight Ye Xuan.

At this moment, he had already begun to prepare to borrow poems from old friends to make his daughter lose less ugly.

"Dad!"

Jia Qianqian naturally understood what Jia Pingwa meant, and she widened her eyes in disbelief, only feeling that her strength had been provoked.

But Jia Qianqian's reaction was not taken into Jia Pingwa's eyes at all. At this moment, Jia Pingwa had already opened his phone and flipped through the address book.

"I call that preparing for a rainy day!"

Glaring at Jia Qianqian, Jia Pingwa had already dialed a familiar poetry expert to make preparations.

"Old Wang, I am asking you for a poem with a thick skin…"

Seeing that Jia Pingwa had already made the call, Jia Qianqian could only keep her face down and say nothing.

At this moment, she had already secretly made up her mind.

Whether it is a mule or a horse, it will be revealed once it is pulled out.

She didn't think she would lose to Ye Xuan!

Time passed in a flash, and soon it was 7:00 PM three days later.

As soon as Ye Xuan's live broadcast room opened, countless netizens who were looking forward to it poured in like a tide.

One million.

Three million.

Five million.

Eight million.

Even though the live broadcast had just started, Ye Xuan's live broadcast room became the number one on the ranking list, leaving the live broadcast rooms in second and third place far behind.

After all, this is the live broadcast of Nobel Prize in Literature winner Ye Xuan.

Coupled with the unprecedented literary challenge, it magnified the melon-eating psychology of countless netizens.

When Ye Xuan appeared in front of the camera, the full screen of greetings in the barrage area completely covered Ye Xuan's entire figure.

"Long time no see! I'm here to help everyone have fun!"

"Thanks to Ms. Jia Qianqian's suicide challenge, we finally have a chance to see Ye Gouzi more!"

"The front row is so right, support, support!"

"Exactly, exactly! Haven't seen Ye Gouzi for a long time!"

With the screen-swiping barrage, it is not difficult to see the thoughts of thousands of netizens.

In the eyes of countless netizens, this is clearly a one-sided crushing challenge.

Rather than a challenge, it is more like a diversion for Ye Xuan to pass the time when he is idle.

Just as countless netizens guessed.

When netizens pressed to close the barrage and saw Ye Xuan on the screen clearly, everyone's hearts calmed down.

Ye Xuan's eyes still contained a smile, with a kind of lightness that could make people calm down immediately.

As if saying.

What's the big deal?

It's just a piece of cake.

"Good evening, I am Ye Xuan, welcome everyone."

After saying hello, Ye Xuan saw that Jia Qianqian had connected the microphone according to the agreed time.

With a click of the mouse, the opposite live broadcast room popped up, and Jia Qianqian's figure with long hair and a floral shirt appeared in front of the live broadcast room.

After the two greeted each other simply, Jia Qianqian on the opposite side raised her head slightly and said straight to the point.

"Mr. Ye, I am a few years older than you, why don't I start first?"

In her view, this live broadcast was for the purpose of expanding her popularity.

Now she was impatient to let everyone witness her latest poem.

Seeing Jia Qianqian take the initiative to propose, Ye Xuan naturally had no objection and shrugged his shoulders.

"Please."

As Ye Xuan's voice fell, Jia Qianqian's eyes flashed with pride, and she recited her poem loudly.

"My newly created poem is called 'Really Fragrant,' everyone listen carefully."

Once the title came out, many netizens in the live broadcast room had already guessed.

"???? It sounds so colloquial!"

"Is this writing about food?"

"Are you not going to show off high-end ingredients like foie gras? As a literary second generation, it is said that Jia Qianqian's life is quite comfortable!"

"If I were to write, I would write about spicy hot pot, skewers, barbecue…"

"Great poets are so grounded, I suddenly feel that I, who went through nine years of compulsory education, can also write poems! 【Dog head】"

…

Just as countless netizens were teasing the title of Jia Qianqian's new poem, Jia Qianqian was already fully immersed in her own poem, reciting it affectionately 0…

"Colleagues ate together in the morning

A colleague picked her nose in public"

As soon as the first sentence came out, the speed of the barrage in the live broadcast room stopped abruptly.

The corners of the mouths of countless viewers in front of the live broadcast screen couldn't help but twitch.

And in strong contrast to the reaction of countless viewers was Jia Qianqian's increasingly engaged state.

"She shouted:

Don't wipe it

Another colleague saw this

Grabbed the colleague's finger

While licking and saying: Really fragrant! Your nose shit"

After the emotional recitation ended, Jia Qianqian was even more prepared to welcome praise, straightening her back even more.

"What do you think?"

Hearing Jia Qianqian's voice fall, Ye Xuan on the opposite side only felt that his smile was stiff on his mouth.

This is also called a poem?!

This… is hard to evaluate!

And the screen-swiping of countless netizens in the live broadcast room had already spoken Ye Xuan's heart.

"6666666"

"I have to say capital letters of admiration!"

"How confident is Ms. Jia Qianqian to think that the poems she writes can win awards?!"

"Jia Pingwa could never have imagined that his daughter's literary quality had become extraordinary, to the point where she was no longer at the same civilization level as him!"

"I was pooping, reading the poem she wrote at 1.0, and suddenly found that what I pooped was a poem, and what she wrote was shit…"

"The person upstairs who didn't join the Writers Association is simply the loss of the Writers Association! This not only rhymes, but also has the flavor of connotation!"

At this moment, not only were thousands of netizens watching the live broadcast room, but even Jia Qianqian's father, Mr. Jia Pingwa, was also inside.

Seeing Jia Qianqian write such a poem that was hard to describe and still being complacent, his expression turned completely black.

A voice like this emerged in his heart.