Since you have forced me out, I will respectfully obey!
My poems have no literary value?
I am biting off more than I can chew by displaying my incompetence in front of an expert?
I am an amateur while you are a professional?
Alright, then! Today, I’ll let you bunch of Beijing Writers’ Association people know who is the amateur and who is the professional!
Sun Mengjie tried to stall for time for Zhang Ye, “Teacher Zhang, since you were unprepared, please don’t rush. You can take your time to think it through.”
“There’s no need,” Zhang Ye said.
Zhang Huo paused. There was no need to consider? Creating the work on the spot?
Big Thunder disdainfully looked on. On the fly composing? What’s more, a poem that has a theme? Even for him, he would need at least half an hour to seek inspiration! If I can’t do it, how could you?
Of course, Zhang Ye did not need any preparations, nor did he even feel a need for preparations. A poem had already appeared in his head!od. Instead, he seemed to enjoy this moment!