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None of them expected Ye Chen to say such a thing.

Zhou Tao felt like his lungs were about to explode with rage, thinking Ye Chen was going to admit to plagiarism earlier.

The initial intent of inviting Ye Chen here was to make him embarrass himself in public.

Seeing Ye Chen voluntarily admitting, Zhou Tao thought about letting it go.

But unexpectedly, Ye Chen made up such nonsense publicly, treating everyone like fools.

”Ye Chen, what nonsense are you spouting, treating us like monkeys or what?” Zhou Tao felt something was off as soon as he spoke.

He realized using such words was inappropriate, especially for people like Elder Sun and Professor Zhang.

Feeling the angry gaze from Professor Zhang, Zhou Tao quickly shut his mouth.

Ye Chen did not respond, not bothering with people like Zhou Tao.

Since Ye Chen arrived, Zhou Tao kept provoking him, clearly full of hostility.

Sun Bolin was also momentarily stunned after listening to Ye Chen.

After coming to, he smiled and said, ”Ye Chen, if you don’t want to admit it, you don’t have to say something like that.”

Elder Sun also thought Ye Chen’s words were a bit too much.

However, mindful of his status, he couldn’t say much.

Xie Yingying was first surprised by Ye Chen’s words, then found it amusing.

She naturally knew what was appropriate and inappropriate in such a setting.

As a college student, her actions and words represented the school’s image, and she certainly couldn’t disgrace the school.

Suppressing her laughter, Xie Yingying felt very uncomfortable, clenching her small fists tightly to stop herself from laughing out loud.

Zhou Tao, perhaps clouded by anger toward Ye Chen, seemed to forget about his inappropriate words earlier.

He opened his mouth again and said, ”Ye Chen, at your academic level, it’s impossible for you to write such poetry. You must have copied it, just tell everyone where from, it’s not a disgraceful thing.”

”Even if you don’t want to reveal the poem’s origin, you shouldn’t make up such nonsense, you’re really something else.”

Ye Chen didn’t care about Zhou Tao’s words at all.

The more anxious the other person became, the more relaxed Ye Chen was.

From the first glance, Ye Chen knew Zhou Tao was very arrogant and couldn’t tolerate anyone his age being better than him.

Ye Chen was invited here because of his poem about homesickness.

Zhou Tao was here only as the president of the Literary Society, not because of any personal talent.

For this reason, Zhou Tao felt jealous of Ye Chen.

”Brother Zhou, if we’re talking about talent, you surely deserve it.” Ye Chen said with a wave of his hand.

Zhou Tao instantly knew Ye Chen was not complimenting him, but mocking him.

Ye Chen saw the flames almost shooting from Zhou Tao’s eyes, but because of face, he couldn’t do anything, which amused Ye Chen.

”Kid, stop trying to change the topic. You’re just shy in front of all these literary giants, I get it.” Zhou Tao said sarcastically.

”Oh, it seems Brother Zhou has had similar experiences.” Ye Chen replied with a smile.

Hearing Ye Chen’s words, it was clear he was implying Zhou Tao had plagiarized before.

”Don’t falsely accuse me, I’m not as shameless as you are. We are intellectuals, we don’t do such things.” Zhou Tao quickly retorted.

After he finished speaking, Ye Chen didn’t respond further.

”Alright then, let’s do this. If you can write another poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival, I’ll accept you as my mentor.” Zhou Tao, still fuming, said recklessly, willing to say anything to embarrass Ye Chen.

Ye Chen scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, ”If that’s the case, I’d rather not. I don’t want someone like you as my apprentice.”

Hearing this, Zhou Tao’s rage was reaching his boiling point.

He felt utterly insulted in public.

”Ye Chen, you’re really shameless, daring to speak so arrogantly.” Zhou Tao pointed at Ye Chen.

This time, Ye Chen completely enraged Zhou Tao.

He then looked at Xie Yingying and said, ”Yingying, I suggest you stay away from this Ye Chen guy. You won’t learn anything good from someone full of lies, he might even lead you astray.”

”Zhou Tao, what are you talking about, I will not allow you to slander Brother Ye Chen like this. I think he’s great and nothing like you say.” Xie Yingying said angrily, her face flushed.

Seeing Xie Yingying so upset, Ye Chen also felt a pang of heartache.

He felt nothing when Zhou Tao targeted him.

But he considered Xie Yingying like a sister, and he would not let anyone speak ill of her.

”Since you insist, then fine, I’ll write another poem. I just happened to dream of another one.” Ye Chen said while walking toward the desk with the four treasures of the study.

He dipped the brush in ink and flowed across the rice paper, writing rapidly.

”When will the bright moon be...”

Seeing what Ye Chen wrote, Zhou Tao was surprised.

But he thought Ye Chen was just putting on a show, and wouldn’t be able to continue.

As Ye Chen wrote, Sun Bolin and a group of people gathered around.

”When will the bright moon be, I ask the blue sky while drinking...”

As they saw the first line Ye Chen wrote, Elder Sun’s face was filled with astonishment.

The first two lines captured the Mid-Autumn essence, and just from these lines, one could tell this poem was even better than the homesickness piece.

The ones who previously whispered doubts with Zhou Tao were also shocked, eyes wide open.

As Ye Chen continued writing, Elder Sun’s expression turned even more amazed.

After completing all the verses, Ye Chen took a deep breath and put down the brush.

Elder Sun looked at the poem Ye Chen had written, reading it quietly.

”When will the bright moon be, I ask the blue sky while drinking”

”I wonder, in the heavenly palace, what year this night would be”

”I want to ride the wind back home, yet I’m afraid the majestic palace”

”Cannot bear the chill of heights, I’m better dancing with my shadow, than staying here on earth...”

Reading the content on the paper, everyone looked at Ye Chen with even more astonishment.

Compared to the homesickness poem, this one had a much higher realm.

It imagines and reflects on the Mid-Autumn moon, incorporating the human feelings of joy and sorrow into a philosophical quest for the truth of life and the universe.

This poem was an unprecedented masterpiece, written only by someone with a significant literary level.

Zhou Tao, holding the paper, was frozen. He knew he had truly lost.