However, as far as Angel knows, rats give birth to quite a lot at one time. Beamon should have more than one brother and sister, right? Why do you only care about Nakbi?

There may be other reasons for this.

While Angel was thinking, Luigi said: "I don't care if you are brothers or what, anyway, the topic I gave you is love. Write a love poem with love as the theme. As long as you pass my test,

I will let you out and reunite with Nakbi."

When Angel gave the test questions before, Beamon felt no pressure at all, but this test question given by Luigi made Beamon a little anxious.

Beamon: "But...I have never written a poem."

Luigi "This is why I gave you the question 'Love', because love poems give people the most direct and surging emotions. Even if you are not a poet, as long as you have had thoughts of love, whether it is secret love, passionate love or the bitterness of parting

, even a few sentences in life can make people dazzled."

Hearing Luigi's narcissistic obsession, Beamon felt that he, a mouse, had to bear too much...

Beamon really didn't want to write a poem, but Luigi made it clear that he couldn't get together with Nakbi if he didn't write it. Beamon said helplessly: "But I haven't experienced love either."

Luigi "Wouldn't that be better?"

Behemoth, everyone "..." What's better?

Luigi "You can write beautiful love poems without any experience. Doesn't it mean that you are very talented in poetry writing?"

Behemoth is about to cry but has no tears... Why should I have some talent in writing poetry? Also, are you really not sophistry?

Although Luigi was very embarrassed, Beamon still accepted the challenge - he had no choice but to accept it.

In Angel's pitiful eyes, Beamon re-entered the soundproof fantasy world and began his own creation.

…

Ten minutes later, at Luigi's urging, Angel sensed the situation in the cage.

Beamon

Still holding a pen, he sat blankly in front of the small table made of magic, feeling at a loss.

On the paper on the table, there are a few rows of words crookedly written: "Love is... the red letters that have been scratched out in the academic library are the beauty of tooth-stained paint mixed with water, and are the untouchable sky outside the cage...

…”

"Love is... colorful cloth sewn on tattered clothes, the remainder that cannot be divided by Peter Rumm's law, the long road with you and without me..."

"love is……"

Beamon didn't finish writing it, but what Angel saw were these rows of meaningless rhetoric, completely contrary to his academic research energy.

Angel reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Luigi's questioning eyes: "How is it written?"

Angel was silent for a moment and said, "I haven't finished it yet." "It doesn't matter if I haven't finished it. Writing poetry can be done in one go when you have inspiration. If you don't have inspiration, you can write for a day or two without being able to hold back a sentence. How much has it written?

?」

Angel "Two sentences."

Luigi's eyes lit up, "That's not bad, it means there is inspiration... What about the level?"

Angel recalled the words and considered them, "In terms of level, I should be about the same as you."

Luigi clapped his hands suddenly, "Isn't that a unique gift?!"

Luigi was already beginning to rejoice.
Chapter completed!