Poetry Writing Competition!

"Alright, I agree!" Lin Tianyou sneered.

Because he would not lose here!

Lin Tianyou understood that everyone here was biased toward him. He was the young master of the Lin family and the son of the City Lord of Mo Feng City.

Everyone here wanted to curry favor with him.

Furthermore, the judges were all from here. How could he lose?

Hence, he wanted to take this opportunity to get Ye Chen to leave these three beautiful people.

If Ye Chen said that he lost, he would agree to any condition. Then, he would be allowed to leave the three beauties by his side.

This competition was already destined. Even if he did not produce shi.

Everyone would still think that he was good.

This was status, this was power!

"Alright, then the poetry writing competition will begin now!"

"Please come forward!"

At this moment, Ye Chen saw that there was a table in front of him, and on it was a brush, ink, paper, and Inkstone.