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"Well, Brother Lu, if you can't come up with anything, there's no need to force it. Just admitting it would suffice," sneered Yang Changbin upon seeing Fairy Eternity deep in thought, certain that Lu Yang couldn't produce a poem.
Meng Jingzhou wanted to write poetry, but the problem was that he genuinely didn't know how. The best he could muster resembled mere doggerel.
Meng Jingyu stared eagerly at Fairy Eternity, tugging at her sleeve in concern. She could tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin were deliberately targeting her brother Lu.
Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Changbin was going a bit too far.
"If I must write, then write I shall," declared Fairy Eternity, pulling out the Four Treasures of the Study from her Identity Jade and quickly penned a poem.
"That fast?" Yang Changbin's frown deepened. It was almost as if she had the poem premeditated, her pen flying across the paper without a moment's hesitation.