Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!

Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!

In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!

Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.

Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.

Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.

The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.

For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.

They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.

Such beautiful imagery!

It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.

After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.

[Amazing poem!]

[F*ck! F*ck!]

[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]

[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]

[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]

[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]

…

Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.

'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'

The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.

Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.

However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.

That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!

Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.

'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'

'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'

However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"

[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]

[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]

The next instant, the second poem was out.

[The second poem, on the moon.]

[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.

Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.

Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.

Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew.

Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]

Amazing!

Another amazing composition!

The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!

Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.

This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.

[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]

[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]

[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]

However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!

[The third poem, on flower.]

[On Flower After Failed Examination.

Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,

Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.

Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,

The entire city coated in golden armor.]

Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.

The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.

The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!

Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.

This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.

Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?

[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]

[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]

[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]

[The fourth poem, snow.]

Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.

He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]

'Hm?'

Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.

[Five, six, seven and eight.]

[What's this? Counting game?]

Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.

[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]

With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.

[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]

[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]

[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]

However, the fourth sentence came.

[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]

Boom!

All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner.

That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.

[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]

[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]

[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]

[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]

[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]

[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]

…

Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!

Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!

Frightening, absolutely terrifying!

All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.

They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.

Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.

Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...