Peerless War God in City

No matter where you are, there is no lack of lovestruck women. These creatures have the least intelligence on Earth.    

That's not it.    

Following the fall of Yang Mu's love poem, many female white-collar workers from Ye Qingxuan's company, who had just gotten off work, immediately gathered around as they screamed one after another, looking at Yang Mu with infatuation.    

He wanted nothing more than to hang himself on his body and stare at the beautiful scene before him.    

"Hahaha …" This is what you all wrote when you saw Qingxuan back then. You all made a fool of yourself! "    

Yang Mu appeared to be very modest, but his eyes were filled with pride and arrogance. Thinking about it, he enjoyed the praise of these lovestruck women.    

As he spoke he slowly turned around and looked at Haotian, arrogantly saying, "Brat, it's your turn!"    

"If you can't do it, you can surrender. Just kneel down and apologize to me!"    

Looking at the proud Yang Mu, Haotian was very calm. He gave a shallow smile and then slowly said: "You are indeed an embarrassment. You can even take out such a trashy piece of work. You truly have courage."    

Haotian casually said.    

Hearing this, Yang Mu was so angry that his nose became crooked. He pointed at Haotian and angrily shouted: "What the f * ck are you saying!? I was just being modest just now. This poem of mine, although it's not called a masterpiece, it's definitely top-notch!"    

"That's right, that's right!"    

"Young Master Yang's talent is beyond doubt!"    

"It's you, little diaosi. You're so awesome. If you're so capable, why don't you make one!"    

When they heard Haotian belittling Yang Mu, those infatuated with him were immediately displeased. One by one, they began to scold Haotian.    

Seeing these brainless things, Haotian smiled faintly. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.    

He really didn't quite understand why this kind of infatuated girl, their parents, relatives, and friends would be so angry when they felt wronged.    

However, their idol, Little Fresh Meat, had suffered a little. It was as if the sky had fallen on them.    

After gently putting the fried paper with the pancakes into the trash bin, Haotian slowly said:    

The one who lowered his head was the most gentle one.    

It was like a lotus flower that was as shy as the cool wind.    

"I'm sorry," he said.    

There was a sad sweetness in that apology, I hope you understand!    

Haotian spoke at a leisurely pace. His poem was very short, with only a few sentences.    

However, as his voice faded, the entire company's entrance hall instantly quieted down. Those sounds of ridicule disappeared in an instant.    

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.    

A pin drop could be heard!    

Haotian didn't feel the least bit happy as he looked at the stunned crowd. On the contrary, he was a bit worried. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan who stood behind Yang Mu.    

At this moment, the other party was looking at Haotian with watery eyes.    

Only she knew that Haotian's poem was written for her.    

What was written was, that night's events …    

"No!"    

"No, impossible!"    

"You're just a loser who can only eat street stalls. How could you write such a good poem?! This is impossible!"    

After Yang Mu recovered from his shock.    

He held his head and shook it crazily. His face was filled with shock and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He looked at Haotian and roared, clearly a bit hysterical.    

Yang Mu's standards were not high. As for the first place of the literary competition, just as Haotian had said, it was also bought by his father.    

However, as a scholar, he had a certain level of appreciation.    

Haotian's poem is better than his, much better …