"Ah... Mr. Yu! Why are you pulling me? I haven't finished watching yet."
Xiao Ming was dragged along with his chair to one side by Mr. Yu, who then took the prime spot in front of the virtual screen.
"Don't waste time, the youth turns gray."
"Good… very good!" Mr. Yu banged the table in admiration, studying the poem over and over, becoming more fascinated as he read.
The displaced Xiao Ming, not even bothering with a chair anymore, simply stood behind Mr. Yu, full of respect and admiration.
Such poetry was exactly why he had joined the ancient poetry club.
"Mr. Yu, this article should take first place. I haven't seen anything better than this."
"It seems that a million Star Coins are secured for Earth Bar."
"Nonsense!" Mr. Yu straightened up, with one hand behind his back, touching his goatee.
"Xiao Ming, you don't understand. A person who writes poetry like this wouldn't be lured by money. This is a heart brimming with patriotism!"
