Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 748

Simon's gazes grew colder.

Darryl did not look old enough, but he had a haughty tone.

"If that is the case, then we will have to be serious about the bet," Darryl said with a smile. "If I were to lose, then I shall address your attendant as my master, but if I win, your wife shall address me as her master. There are many reporters here today, so don't try to go back on your words."

The audience burst into laughter.

"Does this kid think he will win for sure?"

"Yes, Mister Crescent is an elder from the Artemis Sect, and he has written many well -known poems. Who is this kid compared to him?" "This young man has no idea that there are many talented people here. He thinks that he is the best!"

When he heard the whispers from the crowd, Simon laughed and said, "As an elder from the Artemis Sect, I shall honor my words."

Simon's wife, Summer, also nodded as she chuckled. Summer was a well-known and talented lady who was proficient in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was definitely not willing to address Darryl as her master. She did not think that her husband would lose.

Darryl laughed and took a step forward. "If that is the case, then let's talk about the topic. Who shall decide on the topic?"

A reporter walked forward and said with a smile, "For the sake of fairness, let the reporters come up with the topic. I am from the Lantian Daily. Perhaps I can come up with one?"

The crowd nodded.

Lantian Daily was a famous newspaper publisher. The competition had to be fair. Hence no one would object if the reporters were to set the topic.

Simon and Darryl also nodded. "Okay, then you may come up with a topic."

The reporter looked around and saw a potted plant with a few bamboo in it. He said, "Since ancient times, famous writers had been fond of writing about bamboo. Why don't we start with that?"

"Good one!"

The crowd nodded again.

Simon laughed and said, "That is a good topic. Light a stick of incense. Whoever can write the better poem before one incense burnt out shall be the winner.

Two people brought a stick of incense and lit it up.

The audience remained silent; they knew that it was hard work to create something on the spot, especially a new poem.

When the stick of incense had been lit, Darryl laughed and stepped forward. He announced, "I have already written mine down."

What? Everyone was stunned. The time passed was merely enough to take a dozen breaths, and yet Darryl had already completed the poem?