Wu Zeqing watched him with a soft gaze. "OK, I will be waiting to see your folk song poem. If it's not up to my standards, I will not accept it." She said so jokingly, but there was not a single doubt in her eyes.
A lot of people gasped. What the f**k, you really want to write a folk song poem? This was not a poem that could be compared to other 5 or 7 word poems. A folk song poem was usually used to tell a story. It needed character planning, a storyline, a main plot, and lastly a conclusive question.It needed thoughtful literary planning and the largely depended on the phrasing of words. Everyone had witnessed Zhang Ye's prowess in composing poems, but most poems only numbered a few dozen words. Each one was short and easy to come up with, but a folk song poem was entirely different. Without at least a month to think and prepare, how could he come up with a long poem that would consist of hundreds to thousands of words? It was not possible to write on the spot! Everyone knew that this sunglasses youth obviously spoke without thinking. He could not have possibly composed something like this, yet he claimed that he would immediately start writing one right now? Composing on the spot?
This was a folk song poem we're talking about!
How could something like that be composed spontaneously?
Everyone had no concept of such a thing. It was nothing they had ever heard about before. Could someone even do that? That's impossible!
Yet Su Na felt confident as she cheered, "Go, Teacher Zhang! Show them what you can do! Those frogs in a well, how dare they debate with you on verse structures? It's laughable!" She really wanted to laugh out loud.
Zhang Ye said, "Please help me prepare a longer piece of Xuan paper. The word count might be a little more than usual."
"What size do you require?" Master Zhou asked.
Zhang Ye not knowing it either, "Hmm, anything will do I guess."
Master Zhou was a left a little speechless, but still said, "How many words will there be?"
Zhang Ye answered, "I'm not too sure either. Let's just write and see how it goes."
Well, he was composing it on the spot after all, so how could he possibly know how many words there would be? So, Master Zhou instructed his disciples to go prepare and soon after, everything was ready.
Everyone stopped eating and went over to spectate.
"Let's go downstairs!"
"There's something exciting to watch again!"
"Wait for me, I'm coming too!"
People who were upstairs came down, many of which were family members and members of the association.
This time, it wasn't a match, but somehow, it felt more exciting than one. Everyone's soul was stirred. Su Na squeezed in front to find a spot near the happenings.
Chen Mo was waiting to see Zhang Ye make a fool of himself. His few disciple brothers thought so too, thinking, how a person without any preparation even write a folk song poem? A few hundred to thousands of words that he hadn’t even planned for? Wasn't this an immense joke!? And you even want to use it to tell a story? The ancient stories have already been written so much that people are sick of them!
Master Zhou stood in the innermost row.
Master Wei and Wu Zeqing were seated and watching.
All eyes were focused on Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye dabbed the brush in ink and then looked up to find Chen Mo. "Watch carefully and see what a folk song poem really looks like!" Saying this, he landed his brush and began describing it verbally.
"In ancient times, there was a girl named Mulan.