Love Variety: The literary identity was exposed, Bai Lu was numb

Chapter 56

Kyoto Literary Institute!

Jiang Zhongding was sweating profusely at this time, staring at the paper on the table.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and I have asked so many people to write poems!

I just can't find a good one!

This made him anxious to death!

I thought Han Guang couldn't do it, but there were others.

Who knew that the others were even more useless, and the poems they wrote didn't match at all.

This made him anxious!

It's already noon today, and there are only a few hours left before afternoon!

If it's not completed, the higher-ups will definitely blame me!

Jiang Zhongding paced back and forth in the office, frowning, and kept muttering:

"What should I do?!"

"Why not find Lao Chen? No, no, his level is lower!"

"Then find Lao Li? Forget about him, this guy is even more unreliable!"

"..."

Jiang Zhongding kept looking for the right person in his mind, but he didn't find one.

"What should I do...what should I do!"

At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pot, very anxious!

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door outside, and the assistant came in slowly and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's time to eat!"

Jiang Zhongding waved his hand and said slowly, "I don't want to eat. I'll go out later. Close the door and don't let others disturb me."

The assistant nodded, then went out and gently closed the door.

There were many people from the Cultural Group Academy outside the door. They were all waiting. When they saw the assistant come out, they immediately asked anxiously.

"How is it? How is Mr. Jiang? Are you in a good mood?"

"Have you found a way to deal with it? Haven't you?"

"There are still five hours before we submit the manuscript! It hasn't been done yet?"

"If you fart, get out of the way. Don't you know how difficult this time is? Fart here!"

"It seems that it hasn't been done. Mr. Jiang is in a bad mood. Let us not disturb him!" The assistant shook his head and sighed!

Everyone else heard this and showed helpless expressions.

They have the intention, but they can't really help.

Write a poem about the Double Ninth Festival, and write it very well!

They really can't write it!

Such a big literary troupe was actually stumped by this small poem!

What a big deal.

"Can't Professor Han Guang write it?"

"And Mr. Chen, Mr. Li... Can't they write it?"

The assistant shook his head and sighed: "I don't know. If they can write it, Mr. Jiang may have found them a long time ago."

"Now we can only put our hopes on Mr. Jiang. There are still five hours left. I hope Mr. Jiang can finish it!"

"It seems... this is the only way!"

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas!"

...

Peking University!

After Professor Han Guang hung up the phone, he saved the video so that Jiang Zhongding could see it.

"Hahaha! I'll want to laugh when I see his surprised expression later! It must be very funny! Hahaha!"

He immediately called Jiang Zhongding, and soon, an unhappy voice came from the other end of the phone:

"What's wrong? Old Han, do you have anything to do? If nothing, I'll hang up first, I have something urgent now!"

He only has five hours left now, and he can't afford to waste it!

Hearing Jiang Zhongding's anxious voice, Han Guang covered his mouth and smiled unkindly.

Fortunately, he had agreed with Lu Yan before that if Jiang Zhongding didn't write it later.

He could call Lu Yan and let Lu Yan try it!

"I'll show you three poems! Take a look!" Professor Han Guang said, and then sent the video and three poems.

"What the hell! What's so good about it? I'll hang up first!" Jiang Zhongding hung up the phone directly!

What the hell are you looking at poems for, what time is it now.

Do you really think you have nothing to do?

There are only five hours left. I am in a hurry, okay?

Professor Han Guang on the other side was stunned.

What the hell? !

You are so stupid!

Okay! I will call you today!

You are my ancestor!

I will see who will call who!

Thinking of this, the corners of Professor Han Guang's mouth were slightly raised like the AK that was difficult to suppress.

He was very sure that Jiang Zhongding would call!

…

After Jiang Zhongding hung up the phone, he was about to put the phone down.

But found... something was wrong?

How did it get sent!

With a curious mentality, Jiang Zhongding took a look at the first poem!

As soon as he saw it!

He was stunned!

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind!

The first of all ages!

This... This poem is actually the first of all ages!

"Fuck! The first poem of all ages? HowHow is it possible! "Jiang Zhongding couldn't help but swore.

"This description, this calligraphy, this artistic conception! This... How is it possible!"

"It's several times better than the previous poems! Really amazing!"

In addition to being surprised, his mind was still very clear.

He was not just surprised like Professor Han Guang.

"Two more poems?"

This time he didn't refuse and clicked to watch!

Jiang Zhongding was trembling all over, his mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out.

The other two poems were also amazing!

And the calligraphy of the two poems was amazing!

Although not as good as the first one, it was not bad!

"Who wrote this... Who wrote this?"

"Huh? There's a video? "

Jiang Zhongding clicked on the video and watched it slowly!

Ten minutes later!

At this time, he was completely confused!

Really confused!

How is this possible?!

A man in his early twenties?

Isn't it too amazing?

Too surprising!

And it only took a few minutes to write these three poems?

It's too fake!

But the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it!

Jiang Zhongding's body trembled, his face flushed, and he murmured:

"This time I'm saved!"

"No, I must call Lao Han!"

After making up his mind, Jiang Zhongding immediately called Professor Han Guang.

Face?

What face do you need at this moment!

As long as he can write a poem, he is awesome!

…

Professor Han Guang on the other side was staring at the screen in his hand, muttering constantly.

"Why don't you call?"

"I'm going to fight you to the death today, I don't believe it! Why don't you call me back!"

After a while——

Professor Han Guang's phone rang.

"I'm here!"

Han Guang's mouth corners slightly raised, and then he picked up the phone and hung up!

You were so awesome just now!

I'll let you continue to be awesome!

On the other side, Jiang Zhongding saw the phone hung up, and his face was also dark.

But now he had something to ask the other party, so he had to calm down.

"This guy really holds a grudge!"

He hung up the second time!

He hung up the third time again!

...

After hanging up five times, Professor Han Guang finally answered the phone!

At this time, he felt like he was floating in the air.

It was Jiang Zhongding who hung up on him before.

This time he finally got the chance!

If it wasn't for the fact that he had something important to do!

Professor Han Guang would have hung up the phone dozens of times!

"Hello? What's the matter, Old Jiang! "

After hearing this, Jiang Zhongding's mouth twitched slightly!

Old Jiang?!

Okay, okay!

Let you show off first!

Wait until I finish this, and I'll make things difficult for you!

"Who is that person?"

"Can we contact him and ask him to help write it?" Jiang Zhongding stopped talking nonsense and said directly. "We can also pay him a fee, as long as he helps us write a poem about the Double Ninth Festival, and it must be an ancient poem!"

"Is it okay?"

Professor Han Guang frowned slightly!

凸(艹皿艹 )!

And there is a fee for writing?

I wrote for them for nothing before!

Why don't I have it!

It's not fair!

But now is not the time to discuss these things. Professor Han Guang said slowly:

"Have you not found a suitable poem yet?"

"No! Why are you talking so much nonsense? Contact him quickly! "

Professor Han Guang said slowly and teasingly: "Xiao Jiang, watch your words!"

Jiang Zhongding's face was full of black lines!