After Su Wu wrote down the title, no one believed that Su Wu could write something decent.

Not all big trees,

They were all broken by the storm.

Su Wu wrote the first poem.

"What the hell is this? This is also called poetry?"

When everyone saw the first sentence, they were more ridiculous.

Zhang Liang also shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I can write this kind of poem.

Su Wu did not care about other people's ridicule. He wrote quickly and began to write selflessly.

Not all seeds,

No rooting soil can be found;

Not all true feelings,

All are lost in the desert of people's hearts;

Not all dreams,

All are willing to be broken.

No, not everything!

It's all like you said!

Not all flames,

All burn themselves!

and not illuminate others;

Not all stars,

All are just indicating darkness!

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing,

All passed by my ears!

Don't keep it in your heart.

No, not everything!

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have echoed;

Not all losses cannot be compensated;

Not all abysses are perishing;

Not all destruction covers the weak;

Not all souls!

You can step on your feet and rot in the mud;

Not all consequences!

All are tears and blood marks, without showing joy.

All present breeds the future,

Everything in the future grew in its yesterday.

Hope, and fight for it,

Please put it all on your shoulders!

But the moment Su Wu finished writing and putting his pen down, the scene was so quiet and terrible.

Luo Wen, especially, was already trembling, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Those from the Poetry Association originally looked down on Su Wu, but now, their expressions are very wonderful.

"How is this possible? Isn't he a warrior? How could he write poetry?"

Everyone was stunned.

Li Hao's face was beaten so painful that even though he was just a powerful warrior, he knew that Su Wu's poem was very amazing.

Lin Zimo's face looked ugly. Can Su Wu actually write a poem?

Wang Kaixuan couldn't help but say, "I must have copied it!"

"This is a topic on the spot and a poem on the spot. Do you tell me how he copied it?"

A cold voice came.

Then a man walked out of the crowd.

Shen Bing is here.

"The title is from Lin Zimo. Do you mean that Lin Zimo is secretly helping Su Wu?"

Shen Bing sneered: "You don't want to admit that others are excellent, and you don't have to slander others."

"How many, what about Su Wu's poem?"

Shen Bing looked at several people from the Poetry Association and said, "I hope some people will give their evaluation fairly."

Several people from the Poetry Association were very embarrassed.

What did they say just now?

They said that Su Wu could not write poetry at all, and that he was completely humiliating himself with Luo Wenbi.

But now their faces are swollen.

This is called not being able to write poetry?

If he can't write poetry, then what are the poems we write?

They looked at each other and nodded.

He said to the man: "Su Wu's poems reflect the spirit that warriors should have. We think Su Wu's poems are slightly better than Luo Wen."

Everyone present changed their faces.

Luo Wen's face was as beautiful as earth, and he was not as happy as a warrior who had just broken through the third level.

"What's even harder is Su Wu's handwriting. Tsk, it's so beautiful."

One of the members of the Poetry Association exclaimed.

No one dares to question Su Wu's words that look ugly.

Even compared with those in the Calligraphy Association, Su Wu's calligraphy is probably no less than that.

What kind of freak is this?

Isn’t he the top scorer in the martial arts exam?

Why can he write poetry?

It would be fine if he could write poetry, but how could he write so well?

Most of the people who despised Su Wu and believed that Su Wu could not write modern poetry could no longer stay. It was too embarrassing that their faces were beaten so painful.

Zhang Liang was completely confused at this moment.

Not only did Su Wu win very beautifully, but he also knew Shen Bing.

He could only recognize Shen Bing?

And it seems that Shen Bing is particularly concerned about him?

Could it be that Shen Bing invited him?

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang was so embarrassed.

Su Wu looked at Li Hao, "Director Li, I hope you don't forget our bet."

Li Haoqiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will never forget it."

But he sneered in his heart, so what if you win? Could you really become a spiritual warrior?

A top scorer in the martial arts exam with a damaged foundation is destined to be just a joke.

Seeing that Shen Bing actually took the initiative to help Su Wu, Lin Zimo looked slightly dark and was a little displeased. He glanced at the man beside him.

The man smiled and nodded, walked out, and said, "Su Wu, modern poetry is just a path. Since today is Mr. Shen's 100th birthday, how about we write some ancient poems?"

"Who is this person?"
To be continued...