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Chapter 137 There is a beautiful woman, graceful and charming.

Afei: "Even though I don't understand it, it feels amazing! Brother Bo is awesome!"

Bai Wei: "Reaching new heights—this is such a great encouragement for those of us still striving! I've saved it!"

Even the already eliminated Lao Lang chimed in: "Wang Bo, next time you come to Chang'an, let's not drink alcohol, let's drink tea and discuss poetry."

The reactions from netizens were even more lively.

"I'm a primary school student, and our teacher asked us to memorize 300 Tang poems. Could you tell me which page Wang Bo's poem is on?"

"Upstairs, this is a new one, it hasn't been included in the textbook yet. I suggest the Education Bureau expedite its inclusion in the textbook."

"So how many more skills does Wang Bo have that we don't know about? Songwriting, singing, piano, debating, poetry... Will he show off his calligraphy next time?"

"The polymath stands proudly with his chest puffed out! My idol is just that awesome!"

"I've become a fan after being a complete novice. This level of cultural knowledge far surpasses all the celebrities in the entertainment industry who try to portray themselves as 'cultured.'"

"I heard the fee is 1,000 yuan per word, 20,000 yuan for 20 words. That's a really respectable way to make money!"

"What's so respectable about it? This poem is worth two hundred thousand! Starlight Media has hit the jackpot!"

Lin Xiaoya's videos went viral as a result.

The video was originally expected to reach 10 million views in three days, but it actually did so that very night.

Her Weibo followers increased by 300,000 overnight, and the comments section was full of praise for her beautiful videos, great styling, and successful collaboration with Wang Bo.

The little girl was so excited that she called her agent in the middle of the night: "Sis, did you see the data? Bo-ge's poem was amazing!"

The agent laughed on the other end of the phone: "I saw it. The effect of this collaboration exceeded expectations. Xiaoya, remember, working with high-quality artists like Wang Bo more often will be very beneficial for you."

"Mmm!" Lin Xiaoya nodded vigorously, then asked softly, "Sis, do you think Brother Bo will think I'm too incompetent and won't want to work with me anymore?"

"You're overthinking it," the agent laughed. "If Wang Bo really disliked you, he wouldn't have taken this job. He wrote that poem so carefully; he clearly put his heart into it."

These words reassured Lin Xiaoya considerably.

She opened Wang Bo's WeChat chat, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a message: "Brother Bo, thank you for your poem, the video data is particularly good [cute]".

A few minutes later, Wang Bo replied: "You're welcome, great shot."

With just six simple words, Lin Xiaoya rolled around on the bed several times while holding her phone.

She took a screenshot and sent it to her close friends' group chat: "Teacher Wang Bo praised my photos!!!"

Her girlfriends immediately flooded the screen with comments.

"Oh my, Xiaoya's heart is fluttering with spring fever~"

"Honestly, who wouldn't like a man like Wang Bo?"

"Talented, handsome, and with good character... the perfect boyfriend template."

Lin Xiaoya blushed as she looked at the screen.

She knew she was indulging in wishful thinking, but a young girl's heart is always full of poetry, and she couldn't control it.

Lin'an City, Xiaoyi Culture Media.

Su Xiaoxiao stared at the backend data, her smile never fading.

"Sis, look," she handed the tablet to Su Yiyi, "Wang Bo's poem is trending again."

Su Yiyi took the tablet, looked at the four lines of poetry on the screen, and read them aloud softly: "To see a thousand miles further, climb one more story... How wonderful."

Her eyes were gentle, yet held a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.

The more outstanding Wang Boyue is, the more people like him.

And she was just one of them.

"Starlight Media just called again," Su Xiaoxiao said. "They said they'd add another 50,000 yuan to the red envelope as a thank you for the huge traffic Wang Bo's poem brought. They also asked if we could have a long-term collaboration and have Wang Bo write promotional copy for their company's artists."

"Does Wang Bo agree?" Su Yiyi asked.

"He said it depends on the situation; he'll take on a project if he's inspired, but he won't write it no matter how much money he's offered if he's not inspired," Su Xiaoxiao said with a smile. "I like that kind of temper."

Su Yiyi smiled and said, "This is what a true creator is like."

Just then, Wang Bo pushed the door open and came in.

"Oh, I was just talking about you." Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Wang Caizi, how's it going? The whole internet is praising your poetry."

"It's alright." Wang Bo sat down on the sofa. "Did the red envelope from Xingguang arrive?"

"It's here. The writing fee is 20,000, plus a red envelope of 50,000, making a total of 70,000, after tax." Su Xiaoxiao showed him the transfer record on her phone. "It's already been transferred to the company account. We'll settle it together with next month's salary."

Wang Bo nodded, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, is there any news from Sister Zhou?"

Su Xiaoxiao's expression turned strange: "Last night, she sent a photo in the girls' group chat, saying that she met a shepherd who can write poetry, and she's considering whether to stay a few more days to learn how to write poetry."

Wang Bo: "..."

Su Yiyi covered her mouth and chuckled: "Yu Ji is always so carefree."

"So carefree they've almost forgotten about us," Su Xiaoxiao scoffed. "But she did say she saw the poem Wang Bo wrote for Lin Xiaoya, and her comment was, 'Little Wang is getting better and better at flirting; even his poems for little girls are so affectionate.'"

Wang Bo sighed, rubbing his forehead: "Where was the deep emotion in my poem?"

"In Yu Ji's eyes, even your breathing is full of affection." Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.

All three of them laughed.

After laughing, Su Xiaoxiao said seriously, "Seriously, Wang Bo, your poem is indeed well-written, so well that... it's a bit too good."

"What do you mean?" Wang Bo asked.

"Now people online are starting to question it." Su Xiaoxiao pulled up a few pages. "Some people say that your poem is so good that it doesn't seem like it was written spontaneously, but rather that it was prepared in advance. Some people even suspect that it was written by a ghostwriter."

Wang Bo laughed: "Let them have their doubts."

"Aren't you going to respond?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"How should we respond?" Wang Bo laughed. "Would we do a live stream and compose a poem on the spot? No need. Those who understand will understand, and for those who don't, no amount of explanation will help."

Su Yiyi nodded in agreement: "Wang Bo is right, the innocent will clear themselves."

"Alright, you guys have a good attitude." Su Xiaoxiao put away her tablet. "But I have to remind you, more cultural programs might be coming your way soon, so be prepared."

"As long as it doesn't affect the competition and creative work, it's fine to take on some," Wang Bo said.

The three chatted about work for a while longer before Wang Bo got up and left.

Watching his departing figure, Su Yiyi whispered, "Xiaoxiao, don't you think Wang Bo seems to be... becoming more and more dazzling?"

"I already noticed." Su Xiaoxiao leaned back in her chair. "So, sis, you need to hurry. If you keep being so hesitant, someone else might really snatch you away."

Su Yiyi blushed: "I...I don't know how to take the initiative."

"Then learn it!" Su Xiaoxiao said, exasperated. "Look at Zhou Yuji, she's in the Western Regions, yet she can still flirt with men from afar. Look at Lin Xiaoya, one poem and she's already smitten. And look at you—all you do is cook soup, bring water, and worry about your throat. That's motherly behavior, not girlfriend behavior!"

Su Yiyi was speechless.

She knew her sister was right, but she really didn't know how to change things.

A personality shaped over two decades cannot be changed overnight.

"Never mind, never mind." Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand. "Let nature take its course. Anyway, Wang Bo's mind is on the competition right now, and he doesn't have time to date."

I don't know if he was saying this to his sister or to himself.

Meanwhile, far away in the Western Regions, Zhou Yuji was wrapped in a thick shawl, sitting by a campfire, looking at the four lines of poetry written by Wang Bo on her phone screen.

Adil, the shepherd, played the dombra on the side, his song desolate and melodious.

"The sun sets beyond the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea..." Zhou Yuji murmured, a smile playing on her lips. "Little Wang, are you telling your older sister that it's time to 'reach a higher level'?"

She looked up into the distance.

The snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains gleamed silvery-white under the moonlight, and the starry sky hung low, seemingly within reach.

It's time to go back.

He returned to the city where he lived.

He went back to the house where he lived.

Then, turn the house into a home.

"Adili," Zhou Yuji suddenly spoke up, "tell me, is it a good thing or a bad thing if someone wants to settle down?"

Adil stopped playing and said in broken Chinese, "That's a good thing. Birds get tired of flying and always go back to their nests."

"What if... there are already other birds in that nest?"

Adil laughed: "Then let's see which bird sings better."

Zhou Yuji smiled too.

Yes, then let's see who sings better.

She picked up her phone and sent Wang Bo a WeChat message: "Little Wang, your poem is quite good. But I think it's missing a line after 'climbing to a higher level'."

Wang Bo replied instantly: "What's missing?"

Zhou Yuji typed: "Missing 'There is a beautiful woman, graceful and charming'."