Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 786

The pretty lady on-stage said to her mic," Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Penny and I'm the host for the Poetry League. I'll now come up with a theme where everyone should base their poetry composition on. Whoever writes the best will earn the title The Gifted Hibiscus Scholar! You should know this title is the highest honor for scholars and literati!"

Penny scanned the crowd. "It's deep into autumn, so the theme for this year’s Poetry League is Autumn. Whoever writes the best poem wins!"

"I have a poem!"

A fat middle-aged man slowly appeared from the crowd and crawled to the stage.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were on him with surprise on their faces. The theme was just announced—how could he have composed a poem so fast?

They were curious and wanted to hear what he had come up with.

Penny-on-stage-was also surprised before she smiled lightly and said, "Please go ahead with your poem."

The fat man nodded. He was silent for a while before starting to slowly swirl his head from side to side and reciting.

"Drinking deep into Autumn's night.

"Feeling like puking the next day’s light.

"Though I was annoyed and bored.

"I lamented."

The minute he finished, he anxiously asked Penny, "Gorgeous Penny, my poem is pretty meaningful right? Do you think I have hopes of becoming the champion?"

At his words, Jewel could not help but spit the candy in her mouth out before smiling and said, "Haha! Mister, this man's poem is interesting. He just did doggerel! Haha!"

At the same moment, the crowd roared with laughter.

"Haha! I'm dying of laughter. What bad poetry, haha!”

"He wants to win? He must still be hungover."

Penny also lightly smiled before saying to the fat man, "Sir, please go back and sober up.”

At the same time, two burly men rushed up to the stage and kicked the fat man offstage.

This Poetry League was no child's play. This man was a troublemaker for sure. The two verses he recited just moments ago could not even be considered doggerel.

After that, no one dared to go on-stage hastily.

After a few minutes, a middle-aged man in a long robe finally walked slowly on-stage.

He truly looked like a literati with his golden frame spectacles.