12dz Chapter 450: Won the Poetry, Lost the Character
Chapter 450: Won the Poetry, Lost the Character
"It's the school beauty Su Mengyao!"
"That's true. What she just said is exactly what I wanted to say. This guy is really too good at pretending. He won in poetry but lost in character."
Su Mengyao's words also aroused the approval of many people.
Zhang Ming's poem just now was indeed not as good as that of the man with Beijing accent.
But as the winner, the behavior of the man with a Beijing accent was really disgusting.
Such a person with no moral character, yet he spoke so brazenly, really annoyed these young and energetic students.
"Whoever has a better poem, bring it out and beat him! His arrogance makes me angry."
"Yeah, there are so many people in the poetry club, is there no one who can come out and deal with this guy?"
Many people at the scene were furious with the man with a Beijing accent, but they had no works of their own and could only hope that someone else would step up.
More and more people gathered at the scene. Two slightly old figures were standing behind the crowd, watching everything happening here.
hehe......
Seeing that so many people at the scene were dissatisfied with him and couldn't do anything about him, the boy felt very happy.
With a look full of provocation, the boy with a Beijing accent looked at Su Mengyao:
"Anyone can talk big, but in the end, the real deal is in the flesh. If you don't like me, then defeat me. If you can't win, then no matter how much you say, it will only be the incompetent growl of a loser."
"You~!" Su Mengyao was choked.
I wanted to refute, but I couldn't find any strong words.
She doesn't understand poetry and has no works to produce.
Just when Su Mengyao was helpless, a hand grabbed her.
Lu Ye took a half step forward and blocked Su Mengyao behind him.
"Arguing with girls is not a skill."
Seeing that someone actually stood up and spoke up for the pretty girl, the Beijing accent boy immediately felt a little jealous:
"You're talking as if you have some talent. If you really have it, just stand up and recite a poem. As I said, if you beat me, everything will be easy. Otherwise, just shut up."
"The weak must have the awareness of the weak!"
The boy with a Beijing accent pointed at the bench, his eyes full of provocation and contempt.
Lu Ye didn't even finish elementary school, and had never been exposed to poetry.
Su Mengyao suddenly became anxious.
What the boy with a Beijing accent said was tantamount to putting Lu Ye on the spot.
If Lu Ye didn't stand up, it would mean he admitted that he couldn't beat him, which was equivalent to admitting that he was a weak person.
The following sentence about the awareness of the weak is simply humiliating.
But if he stood there forcibly, Lu Ye would make a fool of himself in public since he couldn't recite poetry.
"You're asking too much. We're not members of the poetry club, so how can we compete with you in poetry?"
In desperation, Su Mengyao shouted at the boy with a Beijing accent.
He wanted to use this to rescue Lu Ye.
"I'm not a member of the poetry club, am I? Why can't I compete?"
"Or is it that he doesn't have the ability but still tries to be a clown?"
The boy with the Beijing accent became more and more harsh in his words.
Just as the boy was about to continue provoking Lu Ye and the others, the woman who had been following him suddenly said, "It's almost time to go."
The girl's tone was very calm, and it sounded like she was giving an order.
After hearing what the girl said, the boy's arrogance immediately subsided a lot.
"Hehe... I don't have time to play with you." After saying that, the boy with a Beijing accent and the girl were about to leave.
After pretending to be cool for a long time, now I just want to pack up and leave.
Lu Ye would not suffer such a loss.
He immediately shouted, "Are you afraid of losing? Are you running?"
This simple method of provoking someone is the most effective means at this moment.
Sure enough, after hearing Lu Ye's words, the two men stopped immediately.
"Who's scared?" The boy turned his head and growled with a bad look on his face.
The girl frowned at this moment and looked at Lu Ye.
"I'm not afraid of you running away. Come back and continue the competition." Lu Ye hooked his finger, his eyes full of provocation.
"Lu Ye! Don't be impulsive."
Seeing that Lu Ye was going to continue the competition with the other party in order to help her, Su Mengyao hurriedly and quietly pulled Lu Ye down and whispered in his ear.
In Su Mengyao's opinion, if they really competed, Lu Ye would definitely lose. By then, the man with a Beijing accent would probably become even more arrogant and say even more unpleasant words.
"I don't care if this guy is showing off, but since he dares to bully you, I can't let him off so easily. Don't worry, I'll help you vent your anger later."
Lu Ye gently patted the back of Su Mengyao's hand twice to make her feel at ease.
Su Mengyao didn't know what Lu Ye was going to do, but Lu Ye's actions made her feel at ease, and her heart was warm, as if she was protected.
And that's what's called a sense of security.
The boy with a Beijing accent looked at the woman next to him.
Seeing that someone was still provoking her, the woman nodded slightly.
After getting permission, the boy with a Beijing accent showed joy on his face, turned around and strode back.
"There are many people who call out to me, but I haven't seen anyone with real talent yet. Come, let me see if you are a fool."
Lu Ye's mouth curled up: "How do we compete? Or should we each recite a poem like before?"
"I'm in a hurry, so there's no need to go through so much trouble. As long as your poem is better than the one I just wrote, you win." The boy with a Beijing accent said with disdain.
In his opinion, none of the people present could write a better poem than his.
You have to know that he spent a long time polishing this poem, and it was appreciated by the great poetry masters of Yanjing.
There is no way that they can be defeated by a group of students in this small campus.
"also."
"But what if you lose later?" Lu Ye asked.
"There's no way I can lose!" said the boy with a Beijing accent proudly.
"What I'm asking is, what if you lose?" Lu Ye asked again.
"What do you propose?"
"Have you ever played horse vaulting? If you lose later, you can pretend to be a horse and let everyone here jump over you."
Lu Ye proposed a punishment method that made everyone present happy.
This boy with a Beijing accent is arrogant and domineering, and the Bin University students around him have long been fed up with him.
It would be so cool if I could jump over this guy later.
Hearing this kind of punishment, the boy's face froze and a cold light flashed in the corners of his eyes.
He said coldly, "Okay, but if you lose, I'll make you lie on the ground like a turtle and crawl all the way to the school gate!"
hiss......
This boy's punishment method is even more vicious than Lu Ye's.
Hearing the bet between the two, an old man at the back of the crowd couldn't help but shook his head.
He said to another person beside him: "You, the student, still need to hone your character."
"It's inevitable for young people to be a little impulsive. I hope they can always maintain this drive. What's the point of always being so friendly when it comes to academics?"
The other old man, however, seemed a little unconcerned.
"Okay, then it's settled!"
Lu Ye agreed immediately.
"Then let's get started. I can't wait to see you act like a cuckold and crawl on the ground!"