I have a city that never sleeps

After everyone in the gazebo turned their heads, Su Buyi saw their faces clearly.

Different from Dong Yong, who is dressed as a scholar, their clothes are getting richer and more gorgeous than the other, just like a peacock with its tail open wants to show off the most beautiful feathers to others.

At first glance, it didn't look like a successful candidate at all, Su Buyi thought that he broke into the party of the dude in the capital, and he was very out of place.

But among this group of people, there was another person sitting outside the gazebo, drinking tea in silence without even looking over.

He was dressed as the second scholar of Dong Yongwei. He had a handsome face, but he was as cold as ice without any fluctuations, but he sat there with his back straight, and for some reason exuded a heavenly demeanor that no one could ignore.

Seeing him for the first time, Su Buyi's mood improved again. It seemed that Fu Xuanzhen was here, and his luck was really good.

At this time, the noble children of the capital also looked at Su Buyi's face, and his expression appeared a little strange for a moment. How could this young boy appear in the poetry meeting? Could it be that he is still so young? Juren?

"Who are you?"

Facing their perplexing inquiries, Su Buyi smiled slightly and said, "Su Buyi, this is my first time to participate in the poetry meeting. Hello, everyone."

His smile was too dazzling, and it took a lot of effort to move his eyes away from his face. When they noticed the very ordinary book long shirt on his body, everyone was stunned and looked at each other: "I haven't seen it, look at it." This attire doesn't really look like ours."

As the owner of the Poetry Club, Tang Cheng took the initiative to step forward and asked again: "I am the son of a servant, which family's young master are you from? Apply for an official position!"

"I'm thinking that this should be a gathering of scholars." Su Buyi raised his eyebrows, "Do you care about my family and books have half a dime?"

Everyone was at a loss for words for a while, and just wanted to show their status, but they heard him laughing and said: "But since the master asks a question, I can't refuse. I have no father or mother, and my ancestors have no official titles. I am just a commoner."

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the dandies immediately sneered: "I just said that this person is so rude, he can't be listed in any elegant hall, he is really just a commoner."

"What happened today? The civilians appeared in groups and hugged each other in a friendly way. Oh, it's ridiculous."

"There are two civilians in such an elegant party. I feel that Brother Tang's mansion will be tarnished."

Everyone was chattering and saying everything, but Su Buyi smiled lightly: "Everyone is a scholar, there is no distinction between high and low, but you let me realize what is high and low. A group of people rely on their parents. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to humiliate and ridicule others because of your official position, without the slightest bit of etiquette?”

"You!" One sentence immediately made the dude furious, with unkind eyes.

And Dong Yong, who had been clenching his teeth tightly until just now, raised his head in surprise and looked at him.

The gloomy pupils seemed to be illuminated by a ray of sunlight.

"Don't spitting blood, when did I humiliate him!" Dandy scolded severely.

Su Buyi smiled, "This is obviously a poetry meeting, but he was asked to paint, and he didn't even know how to paint in the exam, but you did this, isn't this humiliating him?"

Dandy said forcefully: "Of course not! We gentlemen naturally want to be proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This gathering is also a gathering of gentlemen. If we don't know how to make a mere painting, do we still have the face to stay here?"

Dong Yong felt very wronged, he was born in a poor family, and he spent all his time reading poems and books. Paintings were all learned by rich people for fun, and he didn't have the money to learn, so naturally he couldn't do it.

But these playboy buddies seem to know his weakness, they just hold him tight.

Dong Yong was very grateful to Su Buyi for his help, and was very moved in his heart.But at the same time, he also understands how sad the civilian students are. If they face up to the dandies like Su Buyi, they will only end up in a miserable end. What if they are angry and use their power to trip him up? yes.

Therefore, he quickly walked in front of Su Buyi, wanting to stop the disturbance, and ended with his farewell.

But before he could speak, Su Buyi turned to the dandy who spoke last, and said with a smile: "So, you are also very good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

The nobleman proudly said, "That's natural."

"That's good." Su Buyi said suddenly, "It happens that I am also good at painting. Since you are so confident, do you dare to compare with me to see whether your nobles' painting skills are better or our common people's paintings? Good skill, how is it?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then roared with laughter: "Hahaha, do you know what you are talking about? Do you want to compete with Brother Xiao?"

They pointed at the young man in Tsing Yi, and introduced triumphantly: "Brother Xiao is the one with the best drawing skills here, if you compete with him, you will definitely lose!"

"That's a good relationship." Su Buyi also smiled, "If I want to beat him, you won't be unconvinced, right?"

This remark made the rest of the people laugh non-stop. Some people just don't know the heights of the sky and the earth is thick, and they insist on competing against their own strengths, so don't blame them for being rude.

"Okay." Everyone smiled at the young man in Tsing Yi and saluted, "Brother Xiao is up to you, show him some color!"

Xiao Shi replied confidently: "Okay! Then let's compare animals, how about?"

Hearing this, everyone snickered. Brother Xiao is best at drawing creatures. He can draw every hair so vividly that he really doesn't show mercy.

Su Buyi seemed not to see other people's eyes, and nodded in agreement.

When Tang Cheng sent someone to prepare a new set of pens and paper, Dong Yong walked up to Su Buyi and gave a resolute advice as soon as he opened his mouth: "Brother Su! It's too late to give up now!"

Seeing Su Buyi turned his head to look at him, he hurriedly remembered to salute, and then said in a low voice: "Thank you for saving me, I will definitely keep this kindness in my heart. But these people in front of you are not easy to mess with. It really pissed them off, not to mention all of them, you can't afford even one of them."

"I'm fine, you leave here quickly with me, I've also heard of Xiao Shi's painting, it's very wonderful, you can't win."

As he said that, he was about to pull Su Buyi to leave, but Su Buyi patted his arm with a calm expression: "If you want to leave, you can leave on your own, but I still have something to do here."

"Brother Su!!" Dong Yong's face turned pale from his stubbornness.

"Don't worry." Su Buyi reassured, "I haven't lost in painting skills yet, isn't it just a painting, let me win you a face."

"..." Dong Yong was choked up by his self-confidence.

Brother Su really doesn't know the origin of Xiao Shi. Although Xiao Shi is mediocre in other aspects, he is very talented in painting. He is still studying with famous painters in the capital. The crowd's pursuit, such a person, brother Su, a commoner with no name and status, how could he possibly win!

I will definitely lose! !

But Su Buyi only took his words as deaf ears, his eyes fell on Fu Xuan, and found that even if such a big thing happened, he still sat there as if he was not interested, and he didn't even move his eyes , making people wonder why he came here.

At this time, a set of paper, pen, ink and inkstone had been delivered, Xiao Shi and Su Buyi came to stand on the table in front of them at the same time, staring at each other and smiling slightly.

Xiao Shi: "If you give up now, at least you won't lose so badly."

Su Buyi nodded: "That's right, I hope you won't be so weak that you cry after the competition, I won't be responsible for you."

Xiao Shi: "..."

Glaring at him angrily, Xiao Shi picked up the brush and dropped it towards the white paper, displaying his full strength without any hesitation.

What he painted is a white kitten. The kitten is full and plump, with a tiger head and ears. Every fine hair seems to be real and lifelike, and it is decorated with a pair of big and bright cat pupils. It is dexterous and cute. The feeling burst out.

The kitten held up its tender paws and looked up at the white butterflies flying in the sky. The pink pads are so cute that people can imagine the interesting scene of cats fluttering butterflies.

After he wrote the pen, the dandies watching behind him were amazed immediately, bragging all at once: "As expected of Brother Xiao, this kitten is absolutely amazing, jumping off the paper, it seems to be able to run out of the painting!"

"Yeah, if the painting wasn't flat, I really thought the cat was real!"

Xiao Shi was very proud of being praised by them, the corners of his lips kept raising his smile, but he still waved his hands showing restraint and said: "Don't dare to take it, don't take it, it's a painting after all, not a real thing."

Satisfied with being flattered, he raised his chin and glanced at Su Buyi beside him: "I don't know if Brother Su has finished painting?"

Su Buyi didn't answer him, and was still working hard on painting, Xiao Shi snorted coldly, thinking what to pretend at this time, the outcome has already been decided.

He casually lowered his head and looked at the other party's painting, but was startled for a moment.

Because Su Buyi drew a white tiger!

A white tiger countless times bigger than his cat!

Xiao Shi's complexion immediately turned ugly. As we all know, white tigers and cats are very similar, but one is domineering and powerful, and the other is petite and cute.

And Su Buyi's white tiger is a ferocious tiger. Although he has no expression, his sharp fangs are slightly exposed, his body is swollen and his fur stands on end, and the aura of being born to be a king hits his face.

Su Buyi's white tiger didn't have any special movements, it just seemed to be walking aimlessly in the forest, but just like that, every step of the way seemed to be stepping into the apex of everyone's hearts, creating a feeling of suffocation and tension invisibly.

The dandy next to him who didn't care about him was fascinated by it. Even Xiao Shi coughed a few times, but he didn't call their attention.

Xiao Shi was angry in his heart, and couldn't help but said coldly: "It's just better than the white tiger's might, that's all!"

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the white tiger and the cat, of course the white tiger is born with aura, so how can this be considered a victory?"

"If you want me to say that brother Xiao's painting skills are better, I can imagine the picture at that time when I look at this kitten, but this white tiger is just a little fierce."

"Yes, yes, it's just average, brother Xiao is better."

Everyone said one sentence to another, and they really convinced themselves that the more they look at Xiao Shi's paintings, the better.

Only then did Xiao Shi purse his lips in satisfaction, and showed a sarcastic smile at Su Buji.

But at this time, a person stood up from the seat and said with a sneer: "What a bunch of idiots."

Everyone immediately turned to look at the man with bad expressions. His cold demeanor quickly caught everyone's attention: "Hey, isn't this the well-known illegitimate son of Mr. Fu Sima's family? What's your opinion?"

As a stain on the Fu family, Fu Xuan's reputation was not very good until he was in high school.

He was an illegitimate child who lived a poor life with his mother since he was a child. He was taken back by the Fu family when he was six years old, but his status was very low and he was ridiculed by other members of the family.

But Fu Xuan didn't care about their opinions at all, he just stared at Su Buyi's painting and asked, "Why doesn't your white tiger put eyes on it?"

Then everyone lowered their heads to check again, and they found that Su Buyi had stopped writing, but Baihu's eyes seemed to be forgotten, blank.

Su Buyi smiled and said, "It's not that I don't order, but that I can't."

Everyone frowned in doubt, not knowing what he meant, Fu Xuan also looked at him without blinking.

Su Buyi said: "If you click on it, it will be the finishing touch, and the white tiger will immediately come to life. If everyone is surprised by the momentum of the white tiger, what should we do?"

Fu Xuandao: "I won't."

Su Buyi looked at the noble children around him, with a smile in his eyes: "You really don't know how to do it, but it doesn't mean that some people don't know how to do it."

The dude's expression turned ugly immediately, but Fu Xuan said indifferently: "Whether other people don't matter to me, click on it."

It was the first time for Su Buyi to see his indifference and domineering. Everyone at the scene glared at him because of his rudeness, but he felt a little funny in his heart.

This Fu Xuan was quite to his liking.

"That's good." He immediately picked up the pen and drew two strokes on Baihu's eyes.

In an instant, the white tiger became more lively and agile, appearing vividly on the paper.

Xiao Shi sneered in his heart, since everyone around him would be on his side anyway, it's really ridiculous to just click a pair of eyes and change the situation of the battle.

He looked down at the picture of the white tiger with disdain, wanting to find the shortcomings in it, and make a big publicity on it to defeat Su Buyi.

But the more he looked, the more startled he felt, the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

There is no flaw in this picture of the white tiger from the beginning to the end, every pen and ink is just right, and every bit of strength is the icing on the cake.

And in this picture, looking at it, he seemed to feel a forceful aura coming towards him.

Taking a closer look, suddenly the blood was cold and the scalp was numb, I saw the white tiger that should have existed in the painting suddenly soared into the air and floated in mid-air. , suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

"Roar!!" A terrifying tiger's howl came out of its throat, shaking the sky and the earth in an instant, and its soul was shaken.

Xiao Shi only felt that the white tiger seemed to be in a state of hunting, every limb was tense, and the tiger's teeth were sharp and shining coldly.

With a roar, it suddenly jumped into the air, and its powerful front paws rushed towards its chest, and the tiger's mouth opened so wide that it could almost swallow his body in one gulp.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

This strange embarrassment had no direction, and all the seats around were overturned.

But he covered his head and closed his eyes and shivered for a long while, but he didn't wait for the tiger to eat people, instead there was complete silence all around.

Looking up, he was still in the gazebo, just collapsed and curled up on the ground, while the surrounding nobles were looking at him with their mouths wide open in astonishment, looking dumbfounded.

This, what's going on here?

Why, looking at the painting, Brother Xiao suddenly screamed and fell to the ground? ?

There's nothing dangerous about this either.

Sensing everyone's dull gazes, Xiao Shi gradually regained his senses.

After confirming that there was nothing beside him, as if it was just his imagination, he immediately got up in a hurry, his face flushed with embarrassment.

But his heart was particularly shaken, what exactly did he see just now?hallucination?

Su Buyi glanced at him with a smile, knowing that this would be the result.

But when he looked at Fu Xuan next, he saw a scene that he admired. Although Fu Xuan's face was solemn and his whole body was tense, he didn't have a bigger reaction, but he finally recovered and raised his eyes to look at Su Buyi At that time, the light in the fundus is particularly bright.

"As expected of Brother Fu." Su Buyi cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Sure enough, it's not a problem, but it's the one who boasted that he could beat me just now..."

Su Buyi gradually elongated his tone, glanced at Xiao Shi from the corner of his eye, and successfully saw the latter's swollen face: "I just saw my painting for a while, and I was so frightened that I was the one who won this battle." Bar."

"This, you!"

Xiao Shi wanted to defend himself, but found that he couldn't say anything, because he was indeed frightened by Su Buyi's painting, and even lay down on the ground indecently, humiliated.

His inability to argue made the faces of the other dandies all change, and they were all a little unattractive.

Brother Xiao, did you lose so easily?

Brother Xiao, how could you lose!

But everyone present saw the scene where he was scared to piss, and there was no way to quibble, they could only sigh, hating that iron is not steel.

Some people even murmured softly: "Heh, this is the son of General Zhonglang. You can be so scared just looking at the secondary painting. We are all fine."

"No, I thought he was very powerful, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward!"

"If I had known that he was so cowardly, I would have done it, at least I wouldn't be so ashamed!"

"That's right! It's completely embarrassing for our group of people."

Listening to their discussion, Xiao Shi's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth so angry that his arms were trembling.

Idiots, a bunch of idiots, they don't even know what he's been through, they just gossiping!Don't even think about it, how could he be so frightened by just a painting! !idiot! !

But he was also very puzzled, why was he the only one who saw the lifelike white tiger just now, what was that just now, it was really terrifying!

On his side, he was doubtful, and after thinking about it, Fu Xuan came to a conclusion: "I heard that some masters' paintings will give people the illusion that the real ones are false, but only those who have a deep understanding of paintings can occasionally be enlightened. And laymen will not feel anything, this white tiger has such an effect!"

"Yes! Yes! That must be the case!" Xiao Shi immediately echoed with bright eyes. He knew a truth. A real tiger, roaring at me, that's why I was so scared that I wanted to run away! But on closer inspection, it turned out to be just a painting!"

Their words caused all the dudes to be shocked, what?Disguise real ones?Can you see the real thing in a trance just by looking at the painting? ?

Simply unheard of.

"That's it!" Seeing that they didn't believe it, Xiao Shi tried his best to explain, "That's right, it must be that his painting skills have reached the point where we can't look up to them!"

All the dandies looked at each other in blank dismay, but thinking about it carefully, only such an explanation could make sense of Xiao Shi's strange behavior.

So...they looked at Su Buyi in unison, their eyes widened in disbelief.

This Su Buyi's painting has actually reached the level of a master? ?

How old is he, and his painting skills are already so wonderful before his age? ?

Not so much!

Dong Yong also looked at Su Buyi dumbfounded. He thought that Su Buyi would lose this time and was still struggling, but he didn't expect the other party to give him such a big surprise.

Immediately, he felt his back straightened, felt relieved, and even felt elated.

Who said commoners are inferior to nobles, Su Buyi is the best example of it!

Xiao Shi was still trying his best to praise Su Buyi: "Achievable this kind of state, it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Don't mention it for those of you who can't comprehend the meaning of painting at all. If you say it, you will laugh your teeth out. With my aptitude, I can comprehend one or two of them."

Right now, except for him, the people present are not worthy of Su Buyi's shoes in terms of painting skills!

This sentence actually angered the other dudes.

Wait, why did you suddenly become Su Buyi's man with thick eyebrows and big eyes!

He even helped Su Buyu to accuse them!It's the other way around!

The more he looked at Xiao Shi, the angrier he became, and Su Buyi was even more unconvinced.

One of them sneered and said, "How can we decide who wins or loses just by drawing a picture? A gentleman needs to be proficient in all four arts! Do you dare to compete with me!"

"Oh?" Su Buyi looked at him, "Then you should be the person with the best piano skills in the field?"

"My talent is Yang Hao, who is good at the silk and bamboo orchestral music." Yang Hao said confidently, "I have never lost to others in terms of music, do you dare to compare with me?"

Su Buyi looked at the others: "Are you dissatisfied?"

"Brother Yang's piano skills are superb, we are ashamed of ourselves!" The dandies immediately shook their heads, feeling extremely comfortable in their hearts. Even if they don't know how to appreciate the painting, they can always understand the music, not to mention that every family has a group of Dancers and singers, listen to it every day all year round, and you will definitely be able to tell good from bad.

Moreover, Yang Hao's piano skills are indeed one of the best. Su Buyi's painting skills are excellent and they will admit that they are inferior. They can't even have excellent piano skills!

——Facts have proved that it really can.

Yang Hao specifically proposed to play the same piece of music, and then asked the onlookers to decide who was better and who was worse. Su Buji agreed, but asked that the title must be "House of Flying Daggers".

Although "House of Flying Daggers" is difficult to play, it is not impossible, and it can be mastered at Yang Hao's level.

The two hit it off immediately, and each asked for a pipa and sat on the ground with their fingers resting on the strings.

The rest of the people stood not far away expectantly, and even Fu Xuan, who had always been indifferent to foreign affairs, looked at Su Buyi with interest.

Yang Hao closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and thought about how to interpret the score. The meaning of "House of Flying Daggers" is extraordinary. The song is about war, with the sound of swords, drums, horseshoes, and roars... ...and also exaggerate the tense and terrifying momentum of war.

With a plan in mind, he finally played the first string with his arms hanging in the air, like a bell and drum beating, kicking off the prelude to the war.

As the wrists flicked faster and faster, the war began to collide violently, firmly grasping people's heartstrings. Everyone felt restless, short of breath, and tight scalp, as if they could really feel it. That tension.

Yang Hao played really well, almost everyone forgot that Su Buyi was still opposite, and they all listened to Yang Hao's piano solemnly.

Only Fu Xuan stared at Su Buyi all the time, seeing him sitting indifferently and not playing, his eyebrows frowned incomprehensibly.

Su Buyi, on the other hand, held his breath and concentrated, closed his eyes and rang the sound. After a long while of deliberation, he finally lowered his eyes and quietly plucked the strings with his fingers.

when--

With just one click, the aura that emerged from the pipa suddenly turned into a gust of cold wind and hit the surrounding crowd.

In an instant, everyone's body trembled, their eyes suddenly widened, their skin shivered slightly, and they looked at Su Buyi in astonishment.

If the painting hadn't really amazed them, the scene of the live performance would have completely convinced them.

Whenever Su Buyi plucked the strings with his fingertips, thousands of troops rushed in all directions with absolute chill!

The sound of the zither contained a fearful chill and a shocking murderous aura. Everyone felt that there was an invisible hand holding a sword across their necks. As long as they moved a little, they would smell the smell of blood and feel the shock. A terrifying murderous intent.

And Su Buyi's accelerated playing made them feel that they were walking on the wire, hanging in the air, and if they were not careful, they would fall to the ground and be smashed to pieces!

The sound of the piano wave after wave was like waves beating on boulders, swallowing their bodies bit by bit and freezing their thoughts bit by bit.

At this moment, everyone was not thinking about how to appreciate the music, or who would win, but praying!Pray that this song will end soon, and pray that this fear will go away from them.

They felt as if they were surrounded by thousands of troops, and they were the shivering lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

Survive this bloodthirsty danger only by praying to the enemy for life.

But what saved them was not Su Buyi's mercy, but the sudden stop of Yang Hao's music!

Yang Hao's face was pale and bloodless at this time, he was panting heavily while holding the pipa with both hands, his eyes were like the despair of a drowning person, looking at Su Buji with unspeakable fear.

The reason for this fear is very simple. After hearing Su Buyi's music, he wanted to use his own piano music to suppress the other party, but in this music battle, what he felt was not who is superior and who is inferior, but life and death. In the duel, he felt that Su Buyi's piano sound turned into a cold arrow, aimed at his heart, and attacked him violently and quickly like thunder.

Even though Yang Hao played desperately, it was as fragile as a layer of glass, easily shot through by the opponent.

The next feeling was too terrifying, he couldn't even recall the second time, it seemed that hundreds of thousands of weapons were inserted into his body, and it was as if he was drowning deeply in a cold pool and couldn't breathe.

He can only give up his performance and beg Su Buyi on his knees for mercy, only then can he save his life!

Seeing Yang Hao stop, Su Buyi also gradually stopped, looking at the circle of dudes who looked at him in panic like monsters, and smiled slightly: "I must have won this round."

"..."

No one dared to refute, and no one dared to say one more word. This time they all felt the feeling of Xiao Shi just now, and it was already very hard work not to be scared and scream.

After finally regaining their senses, everyone looked at each other with ugly faces.

...what just happened?

Why does this music have such an effect?It feels like I'm really going to die!

Someone couldn't help but said in a daze: "I feel like I was pointed at my neck with a sword just now, and I didn't dare to move. Are you also like this?"

"Me too... Whenever the piano sounded, that man's sword seemed to take a step forward, and I was almost scared to death..."

"I feel as if my heart has been pinched, and my breathing is about to stop. If the music didn't stop in time, I might have died!"

"It turns out that everyone is like this. What's going on here? Could it be that Brother Xiao felt this way just now?"

Xiao Shi was so moved that he couldn't be more moved, he choked up and said, "You guys finally understand! That's right, the white tiger just now, just like the sound of the zither, manifested itself and wanted to kill us! You can understand my mood at that time, right? !"

"But..." Everyone looked confused, "This, how is this possible?"

Just playing the piano, how can there be such an effect? ?

Everyone subconsciously looked at Fu Xuan, and even they didn't know why they suddenly thought of Fu Xuan at this moment, but before they could look away in embarrassment, Fu Xuan said: "It is said that some masters play music with false and real results. The effect, and those who have the ability to appreciate the music within the scope of the music can be most intuitive. Therefore, all fantasies are caused by this music."

Everyone: ...Why is this sentence so familiar?

Someone couldn't help asking: "Are you sure you didn't make this up, why have I never heard of such remarks?"

"Of course it's true!" It wasn't Fu Xuan or Su Buyi who answered him, but Yang Hao!

After calming down, although Yang Hao looked pale, he poked his neck and said: "There are only a handful of masters who can confuse the real ones, so you have never heard of them. With my level, I can barely reach the realm of masters. Naturally understand."

"...It's a pity that I didn't prepare this time, and I'm not familiar with the music, so I was careless! There is no way, I am willing to admit defeat this time, but this does not mean that my piano skills are not good, you understand."

Everyone: "...Cut."

Rolling their eyes, everyone basically understood the purpose of his crazy bragging about Su Buyi.

Undoubtedly, he wanted to lose faceably!

And Xiao Shi even looked at Yang Hao with tears in his eyes, wishing he could hold hands and cry with his head in his arms, they are all degenerates in the world!

But one size counts for one size. Although they expressed contempt for the behavior of these two people, everyone also clearly realized that Su did not doubt this person, so he was not easy to mess with!

They also lost in the painting competition and the piano competition, and it was a complete fiasco, with no room for recovery. Could it be that they are really no match for this person!

Moreover, Su Buyi was so annoying, he won if he won, and he insisted on showing off: "It seems that I won this competition again, although this is only a part of my insignificant knowledge, but there is no way, even if I put some water, you can't win, this level is too low."

"..." Nima, can you bear this? ! !

All the dandies were so angry that their heads were smoking, and they frantically wanted to drag Su Buyi to continue the competition, and they must trample him under their feet.

But they looked at each other, and they all backed away silently, and no one wanted to stand out and be taken advantage of.

Nonsense, if they lose, they will fall into the embarrassing situation of Xiao Shi and Yang Hao, they will definitely not go anyway.

Just like that, everyone didn't want to go forward, and seeing that Su Buyi was not pleasing to the eye, after much deliberation, their eyes fell on Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan's face is not lost, but no one cares.

"Fu Jieyuan, since you are Jieyuan, do you dare to compete with him?" Someone asked on the spot.

If it was before, Fu Xuan would not even respond to such provocations, but when Su Buyi was mentioned in the words, Fu Xuan was really interested.

No matter how you look at it, Su Buyi is a very good opponent!

But when it comes to stereotyped essays, Fu Xuan didn't believe he would lose, so he said: "I only compare stereotyped essays."

When everyone heard it, it was stereotyped?Immediately, their teeth ached. These people studied stereotyped essays day and night, all for the exam. They didn't expect to hear these two words in a place of relaxation and entertainment, and they lost interest in an instant.

But when he heard that he was going to compete with Fu Xuan, Su Buyi was very interested, "Okay, it's not bad for stereotyped comparison."

Fu Xuan's eyes lit up: "You want to compare with me?"

"I'm not the one to compare." Su Buyi smiled, and suddenly pulled out Dong Yong, who had no sense of existence, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's him."

"...?"

Fu Xuan and the other dudes were at a loss.

They looked at the mediocre Dong Yong, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't see that he was good at stereotypes.

Even Dong Yong, who was suddenly named, did not recover.

……What? ? ?He is good at stereotyped writing?Why doesn't he know? ?

In the silence, Su Buji said loudly: "Just compare the test, can he win the first place in the test! How?"