The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Liu Yaoyao, this little literary genius who is not from a professional background.

It is comparable to the miraculous fruit of nine years of compulsory education.

All the songs she sang were those that only an elementary school student could sing, and she returned the more advanced ones to the teacher.

She sighed in her heart countless times: The power of knowledge is truly the most powerful magic wand in the universe!

Even so.

Every time her little mouth opened and closed, it was as if she opened the door to another dimension of her imagination.

It was a piece of cake to amaze the whole audience, and it even made the literati present collectively stage a "pupil earthquake".

They took out their long-treasured paper, ink, brush and inkstone from their sleeves or pockets.

The posture was as pious and exciting as the ones in martial arts novels where masters would first draw their swords before fighting.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The tip of the pen jumped on the paper like a dancing elf, trying to capture the imaginative yet heart-touching sentences uttered by Liu Yaoyao.

Some writers wrote furiously, with sweat dripping down their foreheads, for fear of missing any word.

He looked even more nervous than the college entrance examination candidates.

Some of them were shaking their heads while recording, as if they were already immersed in the masterpiece that was about to be born from their pens.

"Princess Chen, this is not just a mouthful, it is a sobering enlightenment, allowing us old bones to experience the pleasure of the stars!"

An old man with white hair and beard, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, the brush in his hand almost became a baton, waving it in the air vigorously.

"Yes, yes, yes. Every word Princess Chen says is thought-provoking. I must write it down quickly. I will rely on it when writing my book in the future!"

The young talent standing by was also very excited. The rice paper in his hand was almost not enough, so he kept borrowing from the people next to him.

As for Liu Yaoyao, facing this sudden "admiration", she had an innocent yet slightly proud expression on her face.

"Oh, I was just saying it casually, do you guys have to take it so seriously?"

But there was a cunning gleam in her eyes, as if she had anticipated all this and was just enjoying this unexpected "literary feast".

Just like that, an originally dull gathering became lively because of Liu Yaoyao's sentences.

Laughter and exclamations rang out one after another, as if the entire space was given life by her words, becoming lively and interesting.

But what is surprising is that Liu Jingshu, a literary newcomer, has literary attainments comparable to those of Liu Yaoyao, a master of "reading a wide range of books" (specifically referring to quickly flipping through the original works).

It is simply a debris flow in the literary world, making people exclaim, "Academic masters are not to be feared, what is to be feared is that the academic masters may cheat!"

Logically speaking, as a "quick browser of the original work", Liu Yaoyao should be familiar with the poems in the book and at least have a "half-baked" literary level.

But who would have thought that when she was reading the book, her eyes were open, but her mind had already flown away, playing chess with Zhou Gong.

As a result, those exquisite poems just flashed by in a cursory manner and did not leave much impression in her mind.

In addition, the poems in the original work are like stars dotted throughout the work, and are difficult to detect without careful appreciation.

Until Liu Yaoyao and Liu Jingshu had a head-on confrontation, the scene was like the "Huashan Sword Contest of the literary world".

The only difference is that the sword has been replaced by the Four Treasures of the Study, and the sword energy has become the endless and fascinating poetry and songs.

Liu Yaoyao then realized that she had underestimated her opponent.

The poems spoken by Liu Jingshu are not only astonishing in quantity, but also of high quality. Every sentence is like a carefully carved gem, sparkling with the light of wisdom, which makes people applaud.

"This...how is this possible?"

Liu Yaoyao was secretly shocked but tried to remain calm on the surface. After all, she couldn't lose face, especially in front of so many scholars and writers.

She took a deep breath and decided to give it a try.

Who makes her Liu Yaoyao? Even though she is not a professional, she has a spirit of not admitting defeat.

The two exchanged poems, improvised, and quoted allusions...

Various literary techniques were used one after another, and the scene was so intense that it was comparable to the poetry competitions among ancient literati.

The people around were watching with great interest, bursting into applause and laughter from time to time. This literary duel became a joyous feast.

When the two of them stopped at the same time, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

In the eyes of outsiders, they smiled at each other gracefully, as if old friends were reuniting, warm and harmonious.

But in fact, behind that smile are two equally stubborn and unyielding hearts, competing secretly.

It was as if saying: "Humph, you were lucky this time, it won't be so easy next time!"

Liu Yaoyao glanced around secretly out of the corner of her eye, confirming that no one was paying attention to their subtle psychological warfare, and she secretly felt lucky.

She is a time traveler from the future, with a limited knowledge of ancient literature, and she thought she could shine in this "battle for the glory of her mother's family."

Unexpectedly, I met the equally extraordinary Liu Jingshu - a reborn girl who knows the world very well and can compose poems and songs at will.

If I were not a time traveler and possessed all that advanced knowledge and information, I would have been left far behind by her.

Liu Yaoyao muttered to herself, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

She knew very well that this contest was not only a competition of literary skills, but also a competition of pride and persistence in their respective fields between two souls from different times and spaces.

Liu Jingshu was also thinking about many things.

After she was reborn, she wanted to use her memories from her past life to make a big splash in this world and make up for the regrets of her past life.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway.

Liu Yaoyao, a woman who seems ordinary but always speaks shockingly at critical moments.

She secretly marveled in her heart: "We are all reborn, with memories and experiences from our past lives, why is it so difficult to compete with her?"

Both of them had their own thoughts, but they both chose to remain silent tacitly.

Put this war without gunpowder on hold for the time being.

They all understand that true victory or defeat does not depend on momentary verbal pleasure, but on long-term accumulation and sedimentation.

This "battle of glory for the mother's family" ended in a subtle way.

Although on the surface they seem evenly matched, in reality both of them have tacitly regarded the other as their biggest rival.

The audience around was still immersed in the wonderful duel between the two and was talking about it.

Little did they know that a special connection had quietly been established between the two women.

Liu Jingshu knew that if she continued the competition, it would be like asking a rooster to compete with a peacock.

It's just self-humiliation!

Liu Yaoyao was thinking in her mind, but her face showed an annoying expression that said "I don't care, but you seem to care a lot."

On the other hand, Liu Jingshu's heart is not just turbulent, it's like a storm in the Pacific Ocean.

The last banquet made Liu Yaoyao the brightest star in the night sky.

She had wanted to be the center of attention at this Hundred Nations Exchange Conference, but ended up being the center of attention instead.

The little flame in Liu Jingshu's heart quickly jumped up!

Her eyes, flashing with the word "reluctant", scanned the crowd like a radar, looking for her secret weapon.

After a while, the eyes locked onto a corner. After an eye contact, the man disappeared silently into the crowd like an agent who had received the "retreat" order.

While everyone was immersed in the ocean of poetry and enjoying the cultural feast.

Suddenly, it was as if a bomb of gunpowder was thrown into the crowd, and it instantly exploded.

"I wrote this poem. Princess Chen cheated."

Someone shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"What? Princess Chen cheated? Did she steal this poem?"

An old man opened his eyes wide, as if he had discovered a new world.

"That's impossible. Princess Chen looks quite cultured!"

A young lady looked so surprised that she even forgot to wave the fan in her hand.

Liu Jingshu's lips curled up into a smug smile, as if to say, "Look, the show is on, let's see how you end it this time."

However, Liu Yaoyao looked calm, as if all this was within her expectations.

"Cheating? Haha, my dear brother, you may have never seen the true methods of Princess Chen."

Liu Yaoyao took her time and pulled out a notebook from her sleeve that looked ancient but was actually full of futuristic elements.

"Look, this is the 'inspiration recorder' I carry with me. It contains all the wonderful ideas I wrote down at random, including the poem just now. It's just one of them."

When everyone heard this, their eyes widened.

What kind of operation is this?

Liu Jingshu's face turned pale and blue, and she cursed in her heart.

"How come these idiots can't even do such a small thing?"

In the end, the storm was resolved with Liu Yaoyao's wit.

Liu Jingshu could only swear silently in her heart: "Liu Yaoyao, just wait, our competition has just begun!"