Soon, Jiang Hanxing had finished reciting his poem as well.
He then looked toward Li Hao with a pleased expression, "Li, what do you think of my poem?"
"Quite damp."
Li Hao muttered gently in his heart, casually responding.
Jiang Hanxing laughed, "Although Li's poem doesn't quite match the beauty in front of us, it is still not bad."
You really are full of yourself... Li Hao glanced at him, your poem counts as 'not bad' with the poem immortal? You sure have a big face.
"How about another one?"
As a literary plagiarist, Li Hao wouldn't allow original creations to be insulted, and immediately decided to enlighten him.
"Oh?"
Jiang Hanxing's expression slightly shifted, feeling a bit guilty, "Another one? What should the theme be this time?"
"You choose."
"How about... a waterfall?"
"A waterfall?"
Li Hao laughed.
You're really aiming for the death-point at me.
"Fine."
