At five o'clock in the afternoon, the second review of the Love Poetry Competition ended. The top ten poems were successfully selected by the judges, but unfortunately, Li Peifeng's two poems were not chosen...
"Everyone has different tastes, how can you rank poems and songs?"
"My poems weren't eliminated; they just appeal to a niche small audience!"
Shen Liao snorted disdainfully: "Alright, alright, are you copying my lines?"
Li Peifeng chuckled: "All great writing borrows from others, doesn't it?"
Bai Qingchuan burped and sighed: "No kidding, I really like the school heartthrob's poems. I've always recommended them; they just don't understand."
"The one who understands me is a true chivalrous hero!"
