Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Wang Qinghan continued to read the remaining ten or so pieces of paper, with a hint of self-blame hidden in his eyes.

She deeply realized that she had a villainous heart and had wrongly blamed Lang Zimiu.

I even forgot for a moment that the reason why I was a little angry was not only because of Lang Zimiu's attitude, but also because of his frivolous look at the moment, the way he held a woman in his arms.

Just like that, I continued reading, and there were no more amazing poems on the next page.

Everyone present had no intention of continuing to listen to the rest of this.

After reading, Wang Qinghan put down the last piece of paper in his hand, then sorted out the discarded papers on the table, sorted them into a pile, and put them aside.

Then he gathered the poems on the other side that were eligible for evaluation into his hand, and there were exactly ten of them.

The number of people the Wang family can accommodate is only five.

Only the first among them can obtain the position of guest scholar of the Wang family, and the remaining four can only obtain a status similar to ordinary children of the Wang family.

And only the first place can get the elixir that helps mortals gain cultivation talents.

The other four are something else.

Therefore, the weight of the first place and the next four is very different.

That person participated for several years in a row just to get the first place, to get the Wang family's guest literati, and to get the elixir that helped him gain his cultivation talent.

But this year, it seems that he still won't get the first place.

At least in the eyes of everyone, he couldn't get it.

As for Ye Fan and "Shen Shuang".

At the moment, they don't have an absolute judgment in mind, and they can only make the decision by the examiner Wang Qinghan.

After Wang Qinghan sorted out the ten pieces of paper in his hand, he looked at the people below. When his eyes inadvertently glanced at Lang Zimiu, a hint of embarrassment clearly flashed through his eyes.

Then she opened her mouth and said:

"Everyone, this is the end of this literati competition."

"I am very happy that you can come and participate, and I also want to thank you for your contribution to our literati."

"Then the most important step comes next."

"It's up to me to decide the first place in this literary contest."

As Wang Qinghan's jade voice came out, everyone below slowly came to their senses, and their eyes became a little more moved.

Then let this literary competition come to a perfect end.

Being lost now won't change anything.

Some people who lost thought like this in their hearts, and they are still nostalgic for the artistic conception and homesickness brought to them by Lang Zimiu's poems.

The guy who thought he had a chance to win and would definitely win the championship had an expression on his face as if he had eaten shit, his face was full of struggle and unwillingness.

Secretly he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"I believe everyone has some ideas. The leader this time will be decided among these three poems."

Wang Qinghan continued, taking the top three of the ten pieces of paper into his hands, and temporarily placed the rest on the table.

"The first song is a sad night's thoughts."

Wang Qinghan said in a clear voice. As he spoke, he looked at Lang Zimiu and met Lang Zimiu's eyes. Lang Zimiu had a faint smile on his lips and looked calm and composed, which made her even more embarrassed and dodged away. look.

Then switch to the next song and continue:

"The second song is Ye Fan's ambition to reach the clouds."

In the audience, Ye Fan heard the words, and his face immediately showed excitement, nervousness and pressure at the same time.

Because he felt that he might not be able to win the championship.

But even so, he will not feel defeated. Even if he is not the leader in the final result, it doesn't matter.

I have gained too much this time.

Thinking in his mind, Wang Qinghan switched to the next chapter and said:

"The third one is xxx's, Wangyue Sizhi."

As Wang Qinghan finished his words, the struggling man looked up again with a small surge of hope on his face and raised his head.

Everyone is also looking forward to how Wang Qinghan will decide the ranking of these three people.

Wang Qinghan continued to chew the poems of these three people carefully.

In fact, she was struggling with who would win between Ye Fan and Lang Zimiu.

That person is also related to Zhi, but Ye Fan's is more outstanding than him.

So in the end it’s up to us to see who can win the first prize, Lang Zimiu or Ye Fan.

Wang Qinghan considered it carefully.

Taking into account various factors, including poetry, including various.

At this time, the time was approaching midnight, and the sounds of insects could be heard from time to time in the woods outside the scene. The full moon hanging high in the sky was still emitting a bright yellow light.

Lang Zimiu felt a little relaxed while feeling this artistic atmosphere.

He hadn't experienced this feeling like participating in an event for a long time. After experiencing it, it still felt very good.

Lian Qingqiu looked at Wang Qinghan on the stage with a hint of hostility in her beautiful eyes.

He thought to himself that if his master hadn't won the championship, it would have been this woman who targeted Lang Zimiu on purpose.

In the past moment, Wang Qinghan came back to his senses.

It seems that the final decision has been made.

She first took out the person's paper and began to comment on it carefully. She spoke very seriously and gave the poem a very high evaluation.

Everyone thought it was very good.

But the man's face was extremely ugly, full of unwillingness and struggle.

What does the first poem to comment on him mean? Doesn't that mean he was eliminated?

He knew it himself.

After finishing the review, Wang Qinghan put his poem aside and said seriously:

"Third place."

The moment these three words were spoken, this man became extremely emotional. If he hadn't dared to act up here, he would have gone crazy.

"Congratulations."

Wang Qinghan naturally noticed his appearance, but was helpless. Then Wang Qinghan picked up the papers written by Ye Fan and Lang Zimiu.

Holding one in each left hand and right hand.

Everyone in the audience immediately started looking forward to it.

In the end, between these two people, who is the leader?

"I won't comment for now. I'll just tell you who the leader of this literati competition is, right?"

Wang Qinghan glanced at everyone present and said in a clear voice.

As soon as these words came out, the people in the audience became even more excited and their eyes widened.

Lang Zimiu also felt a little nervous in his heart for no reason.

Jingyesi is afraid that this guy with the template of the protagonist will break the rules and defeat himself.

Ye Fan was also very nervous.

Clenching his fists, his eyes trembled slightly.

Wang Qinghan did not let everyone wait.

Looking at the people below, they looked a little serious and said:

"I declare."

"This is a great competition among literati."

"He who takes the lead is."