Master Zhou looked at his watch. "There's only three minutes left."
Wu Zeqing was having an exchange with Zhang Ye. "I know a poem, but it's lacking in meaning. It is inferior to Teacher Wang's. There's also no background to support it, so we might not win if we use it."
Zhang Ye asked, "Then let me do it?"
Wu Zeqing glanced at him. "You remember a better poem that begins with Ceng? I have never seen your calligraphy skills. Why don't you tell me, and I'll write it."
Zhang Ye said, "I don't remember. I don't read ancient poetry too much. Since you said there's no better poem beginning with Ceng, then there definitely isn't anything better." Zhang Ye trusted Wu Zeqing's judgment.
Wu Zeqing said calmly, "Since there isn't any, how are you to write?"
Zhang Ye said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Of course I can write one myself."
"Write one yourself?" Wu Zeqing chuckled. "Alright, then it's all on you.