Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

(Start first. Make up for it later)

As Wang Qinghan's voice poured out, everyone below suddenly woke up from the silent environment, and regained their senses, as if they were just waking up from a big dream.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen servants walked out from the side and began to neatly put away everyone's papers one by one.

Finally, everything was handed over to Wang Qinghan.

The competition is over, but the scene is still quiet, because it is not completely over yet, and we still have to wait for the examiner Wang Qinghan to come for approval and select the winner and leader of this competition.

Wang Qinghan looked at the stack of papers on the table in front of her, with anticipation in her beautiful eyes.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from below.

"Ms. Wang, can you read out everyone's poems?"

Everyone was slightly startled when they heard the words. They turned around and saw that the sound came from the ordinary people's area.

I saw an ordinary-looking man with a scholarly air on his face. He was dressed in white and looked more scholarly than other ordinary people.

This person is actually somewhat famous, and he is the focus of winning the first prize in this literary contest.

He has participated in several literary events and received invitations from the Wang family.

But he wanted to win the first place, so he declined, and then came to participate one after another.

Just because the leader's reward is too tempting.

It is a panacea that can help mortals reborn.

A magical elixir that can transform a mortal's body into one that can be cultivated. This elixir is extremely rare.

Even a big family can't afford a few.

It is very precious. In addition, the leader can also enter the Wang family and obtain the position of a guest scholar.

It can be said that he climbed directly onto the branch and became a phoenix.

A whole person can change his appearance, transforming from an ordinary person into a respectable person. Except for the leader, the rewards for people in other rankings are much different in comparison.

This person said this with a confident smile on his face and a faint smile on his lips.

While speaking, he glanced at Mark who was sitting not far away, with a flash of hostility in his eyes.

That's right, the reason why he said this and asked Wang Qinghan to read out all the poems written by everyone this time was because he wanted to make Ye Fan look embarrassed.

Not because of anything else, but because he had such an idea in his heart, he rejected Mark.

From the outside, Ye Fan did something he wanted to do but didn't dare to do, and then he wished Ye Fan would die, but Ye Fan didn't seem to do so, and he seemed to have gained some very powerful power.

When the official start of Literary Writing began, it seemed that Ye Fan was about to make a fool of himself, but in the end he pretended to be angry and turned things upside down, stealing the show.

All these things made him feel unhappy, especially unhappy, and especially wanted to compete with Mark.

So much so that he said this.

He was fully prepared for this literati competition. In addition, he did have the talent of a literati, and this time he produced a poem that he was satisfied with. He felt that he had a chance to win.

He must slap Ye Fan hard in the face and make him look embarrassed to relieve the inexplicable unhappiness and depression in his heart.

Seeing a walk-on suddenly come out, Lang Zimiu couldn't help but was slightly speechless.

The degree of certainty in my heart that Ye Fan is the protagonist's template has deepened 111111.

Everyone was slightly shocked when they heard this person's words, but at the same time it could be seen that many people actually recognized him.

After all, if he can win the title this time, he will be a guest scholar of the Wang family. In terms of status, he will even be on an equal footing with the rich children here.

When Wang Qinghan heard this, he did not look at the person who said this, but instead glanced at Lang Zimiu.

As her beautiful eyes turned, there was a different meaning in her eyes.

As usual, it is impossible to read everyone's poems.

Butler Wang, who was standing not far away, frowned slightly and was about to speak out to scold the person who said this, but Wang Qinghan spoke first, stopping what he was about to say.

"What do you think? Should I read out all your poems so that you can appreciate them? Let's appreciate each other?"

Wang Qinghan said in a clear voice. After saying this, everyone was slightly surprised again. They did not expect that Wang Qinghan would actually consider reading out everyone's poems.

Is it possible that this person really has so much energy?

Even Miss Wang, or the Wang family attaches great importance to him? So much so that even the rules of the literati competition can be changed because of him?

For a while, everyone had their own thoughts and thoughts, and even thought that the person who proposed this opinion was very important to the Wang family.

Even this person himself suddenly felt like he was going to fly into the sky, his back straightened, and his face showed joy.

Wang Qinghan repeatedly said that it was really because of him that he considered reading out the poem.

However, it is not. ..

Wang Qinghan just wanted to embarrass Lang Zimiu and make him pay the price of a slight embarrassment for not taking this scholar's writing seriously.

After all, Lang Zimiu didn't have time for a pot of tea, so he started writing directly, as if he was just having fun.

The other rich kids who came to have fun, even if they were just having fun, at least pretended to be serious, but Lang Zimiu was better, he was done with a pot of tea.

Wang Qinghan was disgusted with these rich children, who obviously had no literary talent, but still came to participate. She even raised her opinion with her father, but his father declined her politely and told her the interests involved.

But even so, she still felt particularly disgusted.

So much so that now I am very hostile to Lang Zimiu, and I want to embarrass him by being alone in public with the poems he wrote casually over a pot of tea.

Lang Zimiu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Wang Qinghan actually agreed.

I thought it was because of Ye Fan, because of Ye Fan's protagonist effect, that made Wang Qinghan like this and made the plot develop like this.

The reason is to let Ye Fan show off.

But I'm sorry, this time I invited God to take over.

This time I am the one who is showing off.

He can't do it. Even if Ye Fan has the template of the protagonist, he can still write poems that are more powerful than his own god.

"I agree. Let's appreciate each other's poems."

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"I agree."

"agree."

For a moment, voices of agreement came from below.

Because everyone is not a fool, they can all feel that the meaning of Wang Qinghan's words is actually what they want to read.

Some who were not confident and wanted to object also swallowed their words without speaking out.

"agree."

Lang Zimiu also spoke softly, but his calm and calm look in Wang Qinghan's eyes made Wang Qinghan even more unhappy. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he wanted to read this man's poems immediately, which would make him embarrassed. , and see if he can still maintain such a calm and composed attitude.

"Okay, since everyone also wants to appreciate each other, then I will read out everyone's poems."

After saying that, Wang Qinghan picked up a pile of papers on the table and touched the first one with his right hand.

The first one is a poem by an ordinary person.

The writing was quite satisfactory and there was nothing surprising about it. Wang Qinghan read the words in a clear and round tone, and even deliberately read out the artistic conception and charm he wanted to express in the poem, making this ordinary poem sound pleasant to the ear. A lot.

In this way, Wang Qinghan kept reading, neither hurriedly nor slowly, in an orderly manner, and the reading was very smooth and pleasant.

It’s a joy to hear it in everyone’s ears.

Some characteristic poems also appear frequently, but they are not enough to be stunning.

Lang Zimiu always looked indifferent as he listened to these self-composed poems.

As expected, these poems were very ordinary in his opinion.

Compared with his predecessors, it is simply too different.

Stable.

He curled his lips and smiled, showing a smile that showed he was winning.

This look fell into Wang Qinghan's eyes inadvertently again, making the displeasure in her eyes even worse.

Everything I read was slightly unsteady.

Just like that, I kept reading, and the people below also listened attentively with expressions of enjoyment. There was no noise or noisy sound in the scene.

Seeing that the paper was halfway through, everyone became even more excited.

Everyone is looking forward to the poems of several relatively famous talents, as well as the poems of this most promising talent, and everyone is also looking forward to Ye Fan's poems. He only completed the poems at the last moment, which are deeply remembered by everyone.

There is also Lang Zimiu. Some people remember that he finished writing it in a pot of tea.

I am also somewhat looking forward to what his verses will be.

Finally, after reading for a while, Wang Qinghan got the paper from the person who proposed to spit out everyone's poems.

She saw the name first, her jade lips opened slightly and said:

"This poem is by xxxx."

"The poem is called:"

"Watching the moon brings about ambition."

As soon as they heard that the person who was most favored finally arrived, everyone suddenly showed a look of anticipation.

Look at the moon and make ambition?

Is it really a good name? Just by listening to the title of the poem, you can feel the pride and ambition in the heart of the person who wrote this poem.

Everyone is looking forward to it, and Lang Zimiu is also looking forward to what good poems this walk-in can write.

Then Wang Qinghan began to read a poem.

"Looking at the moon and thinking about my ambitions, I feel a lot of emotion."

"I want to bring peace to the world with my pen and wipe out all the injustices in the world."

"I want to fly into the sky again, feeling free and free from any disturbance."

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Wang Qinghan was slightly surprised as he read the paper in his hand in a clear voice, and was a little surprised by the words written on it.

The same goes for everyone in the audience.

Want to bring peace to the world with your pen? End all injustices in the world?

Want to fly into the sky again? Carefree and hassle-free?

This is........

What a great ambition.

Does this mean that you want to be a scholar and at the same time want to embark on the path of a cultivator of immortality?

Sitting on the chair, Lang Zimiu immediately realized the meaning of this person's poem.

I think this person is indeed somewhat ambitious.

Listening to Wang Qinghan reciting his poems, watching everyone being amazed by his poems.

This person's heart is more swollen and more confident.

He has even begun to reminisce about the time when he joined the Wang family, embarked on the path of an immortal cultivator, and flew into the sky.

But the reality is very cruel. For a person who has no cultivation talent at all, even if he takes pills and improves his bones and meridians, it is still very difficult for him to reach the Venerable Realm in his lifetime.

Ye Fan, who was not far away, also felt a lot while listening to these poems, but he did not show a discouraged expression or look.

It seems that what he himself wrote is no worse than this.

The man immediately looked at Ye Fan, and when he saw that he didn't show the slightest hint of discouragement, he immediately frowned slightly and showed a hostile look.

"Hmph! Just pretend, I want to see if you can still pretend after a while!"

He said quietly in his heart.

After Wang Qinghan finished reading this man's poems, he also placed his poems in a separate position, and everyone saw it.

That's where the alternative position is, the leader alternative.

hiss.

After everyone listened, they were still lingering over this amazing poem.

What a great ambition.

It's really admirable.

With a mortal body, I want to fly into the sky.

that's all.

Wang Qinghan continued reading.

I also encountered new and somewhat amazing verses later on.

There are almost ten candidates for the position.

The paper is almost bottomed out too.

But not yet to Ye Fan and Lang Zimiu.

These are two objects that everyone is looking forward to.

Finally, after reading another mediocre piece of paper.

Wang Qinghan picked up a new piece of paper and said the word Ye Fan... in a clear voice.

"Ye, Fan."

When he read out the name, Wang Qinghan even paused for a moment.

It seems that there is something hidden in this name.

Only a few people present knew that Ye Fan's name was Ye Fan.

But everyone will also observe that after calling out the word Ye Fan, Ye Fan immediately showed a somewhat nervous and excited look.

Everyone immediately realized that this was his, and he was Mark.

They all looked forward to it.

The confident guy even showed an expression that wanted to see Mark make a fool of himself.

I thought I'd like to see what you can write?

Wang Qinghan also realized that this person was named Ye Fan, and showed a look of expectation.

Then Wang Qinghan began to read poems.

"Poem Title: Ling Yun's Ambition"

The jade lips opened slightly and read out the title of the poem.

Wang Qinghan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly.

Is it also related to ambition?

There were not many people who linked Yue and Zhi this time, only a few people.

But in fact, the word "ambition" is very meaningful.

It’s easy to write stunning verses.

And the name of Ye Fan's poem is more meaningful than that of that person.

It seems that his ambition can be felt from the four characters "Ling Yun Zhi".

Everyone is also looking forward to it even more. ...

The man's expression was slightly stagnant, and his eyes were even more hostile.