Peerless War God in City

Looking at the poplar tree, Haotian felt that it was extremely funny as if he had caught hold of some weakness of his.    

    

He looked at Yang Mu and contemptuously said, "Don't use your despicable heart to act like a noble, and don't use your shallow knowledge to randomly guess at others."    

    

"You can't do it. Could it be that others can't do it as well?"    

    

When Yang Mu heard this, his complexion became even more ashen. He looked at Haotian and said angrily:    

    

"Are you pretending? You're a trash, a trash that can only eat street stalls. You'll never be better than me. How can you write a poem that's better than me!"    

    

"Speak!"    

    

"Where did you copy this poem from!?"    

    

"Wait, if laozi finds out later, you will lose even more face!"    

    

Seeing this, those lovestruck women also seemed to regain hope. They all raised their heads, faced Haotian, and berated him:    

    

"That's right, hurry up and tell us where you copied it from!"    

    

"I nearly got fooled by him. I knew it! How can such a poor loser have such great talent!"    

    

"Shameless, you actually copied it! I was wondering how anyone could be more outstanding than Young Master Yang!"    

    

"Young Master Yang is the best, Young Master Yang is the most handsome!"    

    

"That's right, all of Yang Shao's Ps are fragrant!"    

    

Seeing this, Haotian shook his head helplessly. Fantastic women were indeed the most beautiful creatures in this world with an IQ.    

    

They only believed what they wanted to believe, they only saw what they wanted to see, even though the truth was already right in front of them.    

    

"Do you think you're very outstanding?"    

    

Haotian looked at Yang Mu with disdain and contempt.    

    

"Do you think you have such a high literary standard? It's not that I am looking down on you with that standard. Just by going to any subject school or finding a student, you would be superior to me!"    

    

"It's just that many people aren't as rich as you!"    

    

"You dare to act so arrogantly with just a little bit of skill? In the eyes of a true expert, you are nothing more than a clown, not even worth mentioning!"    

    

"As for the champion of the literary competition you mentioned, I think you spent a lot of money to bring him home!"    

    

"Even so, you can't hide the fact that you're a trash. You should know that you can hide people from the heavens. As for your standards, anyone with discerning eyes can tell with a single glance!"    

    

"Bastard, shut up!"    

    

Yang Mu was so angry that his nose was crooked when he heard what Haotian had said about him.    

    

He, who had been praised since he was young, had never suffered such humiliation before.    

    

In the eyes of the crowd, he was an outstanding youth of the top ten, a rich young master with a rich background. He was the noble young master of a literary family, and everyone looked at him with envy.    

    

When had he ever been looked down upon like this!    

    

"F * ck, brat, don't even think about changing the topic. Teeth are useless, you're not willing to tell me where you copied it, right? I'll let you show your true colors now!"    

    

Yang Mu stared at Haotian with incomparable rage.    

    

Then, he turned on his mobile phone, placed Haotian's poem on the omnipotent collector and clicked on the search button.    

    

This universal collector was the world's best document search software. No matter which country's article you copied, you would be able to find it on this page. Even something similar would appear!    

    

Three seconds later.    

    

A prompt sounded out in the software.    

    

"I'm sorry, but the contents of your search have not been recorded yet!"    

    

Hearing the voice coming from the phone, Yang Mu's complacent expression immediately stiffened, and his eyes became incomparably dull.