Chapter 227: Impotent Rage! Exploding with rage?

As Nangong Wan’er’s voice faded, the other Zombie Young Masters and Zombie Misses present all looked towards Si Yan!

“It was actually his poem!”

Some of the Zombie Misses couldn’t help but light up.

Some Zombie Young Masters were whispering to the players next to them, asking them to recall if such a poem existed in the real world.

“Miss Nangong, he is a human. Even if he is your friend, he is not qualified to have his name carved on Yunxi Tower, nor is he qualified to participate in this poetry gathering.”

Third Young Master Song spoke.

Si Yan had stolen his thunder, and now Si Yan’s name was to be carved on a pillar of Yunxi Tower!

How could that be possible!?

When Nangong Wan’er heard his words, the killing intent around her immediately changed.

“So, this poetry gathering is your personal show? Then what’s the point of such a gathering?”

Hearing Nangong Wan’er’s words, Third Young Master Song’s expression changed.

Although he was the organizer of the poetry gathering, he couldn’t make all the decisions himself.

Among the Zombie Young Masters and Misses present, there were still a few whose status was similar to his.

Moreover, he was still a little afraid to provoke Nangong Wan’er.

“Young Master Song, he is using Miss Nangong’s slot. As long as Miss Nangong is willing, there’s nothing wrong with it, is there?”

A Zombie Miss spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Si’s poem is truly brilliant. Besides, Miss Situ has already chosen this poem.”

Another Zombie Miss spoke.

As they spoke, other Zombie Misses also chimed in.

“Young Master Song, this poem is indeed good. Making an exception is not out of the question.”

A Zombie Young Master spoke.

This Zombie Young Master’s mindset was different from those Zombie Misses.

His literary talent was inferior to Third Young Master Song’s, and he was unwilling to watch Third Young Master Song hog all the limelight.

Now that Si Yan could suppress Third Young Master Song’s prestige, he was naturally happy to see it.

As he spoke, several other Zombie Young Masters with similar thoughts also spoke up.

Seeing that all the Zombie Young Masters and Misses present had spoken, Third Young Master Song, no matter how displeased, could only agree to keep the poem.

“What the—what is Si Yan trying to do? This Young Master Song is clearly unhappy with him!”

Next to the Wu Family zombie from Linhai, Li Guo was puzzled.

Si Yan was clearly drawing Third Young Master Song’s hatred!

Immediately, a craftsman came up and carved the poem onto a pillar.

Seeing Si Yan’s poem being carved, Third Young Master Song was extremely depressed.

“Let’s go, we’re going to the second floor!”

Third Young Master Song said.

Many zombies began to ascend to the second floor.

Third Young Master Song led everyone directly to the window on the east side. From there, one could see many weeping willows by the Yunxi River.

“For the second floor, how about we each compose a poem about willows?”

Third Young Master Song looked at the zombies and asked.

On this floor, he had enough confidence!

Because he had previously composed a high-quality poem about willows!

About willows?

The other Zombie Young Masters and Misses all agreed.

“I’ll go first.”

A Zombie Young Master was the first to compose a poem.

“Good~”

As soon as the poem was out, many Zombie Young Masters cheered.

Then, the other Zombie Young Masters also composed poems one after another.

After the Zombie Young Masters finished, it was the turn of the Zombie Misses.

“Willows by the Yunxi River, branches full of green.”

A Zombie Miss’s poem was quite good.

As soon as she finished, a large number of Zombie Young Masters cheered.

“Miss Qin Yun’s description of the willow in this poem is exquisite. I am ashamed of my inferiority~”

A Zombie Young Master flattered her.

Making the Qin Family’s zombie young lady ecstatic.

The other Zombie Young Masters also followed suit, and even Third Young Master Song praised it a few times.

Then the second Zombie Miss also began to compose a poem.

Regardless of whether these Zombie Misses’ poems were good or bad, each one was sure to win a round of applause.

Some players also tactfully applauded.

Before long, all the Zombie Misses had finished their poems, except for Situ Mingyue and Nangong Wan’er.

“I’ve heard Miss Situ is brilliant. Why not compose a poem?”

Third Young Master Song invited Situ Mingyue.

Situ Mingyue finally spoke, her voice clear and cold: “No, I’ll just observe.”

Third Young Master Song didn’t insist. He was about to release his own poem when his gaze swept over Nangong Wan’er: “Does Miss Nangong have another poem?”

“Yes.”

Nangong Wan’er stepped forward, looked at the willows outside the window, and her red lips parted slightly:

“A tall tree adorned in jade green, ten thousand strands of green silk hanging down. Who fashioned the delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like scissors.”

“Miss Nangong’s poem is absolutely brilliant!”

As soon as Nangong Wan’er finished speaking, a Zombie Young Master couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Indeed. This poem, whether in its concept or description, is extremely subtle. Compared to it, mine seems a bit laughable.”

Another Zombie Young Master said.

“Who fashioned the delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like scissors! Wonderful!”

The other Zombie Young Masters also spoke up one after another.

Unlike their previous compliments to other Zombie Misses, this time, they genuinely felt the poem was excellent.

To the side.

The expression in Third Young Master Song’s eyes darkened again.

He had originally planned to make his appearance last, to dominate the entire gathering with a single poem.

However, as soon as Nangong Wan’er’s poem came out, Third Young Master Song realized that his poem…

couldn’t be presented!

Third Young Master Song glanced at the player beside him, who quickly shook his head.

To the side, several other zombies were quickly flipping through real-world poetry collections, but they clearly hadn’t found it either!

It’s hard to say.

Si Yan himself was a transmigrator.

Some poetry collections in this world were still absent compared to his original world.

At least, the poet He Zhizhang did not exist in this real world.

“Miss Nangong, did you compose this poem yourself?”

Situ Mingyue spoke at this moment.

Nangong Wan’er shook her head and said, “No, this poem was still given to me by Mr. Si!”

Situ Mingyue looked at Si Yan, revealing an expression that confirmed her suspicions.

“Wow, it’s Mr. Si’s work again! Mr. Si is so talented!”

A Zombie Miss couldn’t help but praise Si Yan.

It was Si Yan again!

Anger flared in Third Young Master Song’s eyes again!

But in public, he couldn’t easily lose his temper.

Moreover, there was Nangong Wan’er’s influence.

He could only forcefully suppress his anger.

“Miss Nangong, is it you participating in this poetry gathering, or Mr. Si participating?”

Watching many Zombie Misses praising Si Yan’s poem, Third Young Master Song suppressed his anger and asked.

Nangong Wan’er met his gaze without showing weakness: “Is there a difference? Mr. Si is my friend. If I participate, it’s the same as him participating!”

Third Young Master Song was stunned by her words!

“Young Master Song, actually it doesn’t matter. Just consider Mr. Si as participating on behalf of Miss Nangong~”

Immediately, a Zombie Miss came out to support Si Yan.

The others also echoed her.

“Is Young Master Song still going to compose a poem?”

Nangong Wan’er looked at Third Young Master Song and asked.

“Of course!”

Although Third Young Master Song thought Si Yan’s poem was good, he didn’t admit defeat.

He also presented his own poem.

His poem was actually not bad, but compared to Si Yan’s…

it was more than just one level below.

After all, Si Yan’s poem was a classic masterpiece that was selected into textbooks before transmigration, and even elementary school students could recite it.

In another world, if elementary school students could recite it, it meant the poem was truly good!

“Now, let’s vote for the poetry champion!”

This round was more democratic.

Unlike the first floor, which was originally about praising Situ Mingyue’s beauty.

After Third Young Master Song finished speaking, he gracefully cast his vote for a Zombie Miss.

He still had a certain degree of self-confidence.

After all, his poem was also good, and he believed his personal charm was outstanding.

But he was immediately dumbfounded.

Because…

the Zombie Miss he voted for immediately cast her vote for Si Yan’s poem!

The other Zombie Misses also cast their votes for Si Yan.

Among the Zombie Young Masters, besides a few who were particularly close to him, several also voted for Si Yan.

And so…

the poetry champion of this floor once again fell to Si Yan!

If Third Young Master Song weren’t a zombie, his face would probably have turned liver-colored by now.

Zombies’ natural lack of expression saved him from losing his composure!

However, his heart was already so depressed it felt like it was about to explode!

Although he was furious, Third Young Master Song maintained his composure and invited everyone to the third floor.

In the very center of the third floor, there was a pot of brightly blooming peonies.

That’s right.

The poems on this floor were to describe this peony flower.

“The only true flower in the world is the peony.”

A Zombie Young Master was the first to begin.

Then the other Zombie Young Masters also improvised poems one by one.

Third Young Master Song’s gaze was more focused on Si Yan.

He didn’t believe that Si Yan could still come up with any good poems!

Finally, the Zombie Young Masters finished their poems, and then the Zombie Misses composed their poems individually.

This time.

Without waiting for Third Young Master Song to speak, after the other Zombie Misses finished their poems, Nangong Wan’er spoke:

“When all the withered reds have fallen, it begins to bloom, its beautiful name, the King of a Hundred Flowers. Competing to be the most beautiful in the world, standing alone as the most fragrant among humans!”

“Good!”

As soon as Nangong Wan’er’s voice fell, a large number of Zombie Young Masters cheered.

These fellows had been heavily suppressed by Third Young Master Song in previous poetry gatherings.

Now that someone could finally outshine Third Young Master Song, they all joined in the clamor.

Of course, Nangong Wan’er’s poem was genuinely good too.

Otherwise, no matter how much they praised it, it would be useless.

The other Zombie Misses also cheered.

Third Young Master Song’s expression began to worsen again.

Nangong Wan’er’s poem was actually so good again!

Some zombies instinctively looked towards Si Yan.

“This is also a poem given to me by Mr. Si.”

Nangong Wan’er said.

The other zombies were already used to it.

“Mr. Si is truly a great talent!”

The Zombie Miss who was the first to vie for Si Yan couldn’t help but praise him.

The other Zombie Misses also started talking, one after another.

Even Third Young Master Song’s poem hadn’t been composed yet, and no one remembered it.

“This time’s poetry champion is undoubtedly Mr. Si’s poem. I’ll vote for Mr. Si.”

A Zombie Miss was already preparing to vote.

Third Young Master Song looked at Si Yan, who was surrounded, and his heart was once again so depressed it felt like it was about to explode!

The joys and sorrows of humans are not interconnected.

Let alone zombies!

Third Young Master Song now only felt that they were a bit too noisy!

“Young Master Song hasn’t composed his poem yet~”

Finally, someone remembered Third Young Master Song.

“Third Young Master Song, please compose your poem quickly so we can vote~”

A Zombie Miss said.

Third Young Master Song, with a stern face, recited his poem.

He still had some anticipation for the reaction after his poem was recited.

“Alright, now we can vote for Mr. Si!”

This Zombie Miss quickly said after he finished reciting. (End of Chapter)