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Read The Ultimate Husband by Skykissing wolf Chapter 791 – “Darryl, I heard you won first place in a Poetry
League, yet you declined the ‘Gifted Hibiscus Scholar’ title. Can you tell me why?” Debra asked Darryl through the
gauze curtain at that instance.
Darryl responded with a smile. “I created the poem on a whim when I passed by at that time. It doesn’t matter
whether I won the title or not.”
‘What?’
‘He did it on a whim?”
That took the hundreds of Artemis Sect Elders present by surprise as their hearts rumbled in their chests.
Humility was also a good virtue to have besides being gifted.
‘Did he know he’s talking to Artemis Sect Master- the most talented woman!’
Everyone gulped in surprise and murmured in their hearts. ‘Darryl has no idea about humility. He’s such a blunt
young man.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSimon who was standing at the side made a sneer from the corners of his mouth.
‘Darryl is talking to the Sect Master without a sense of humility.’
Simon took a step forward and looked at Darryl with a strange smile after judging him in his mind.” Are you saying
that it’s easy to write that poem? Do you know how many scholars participated in the Poetry League? You even
have the cheek to say you’ve won first place from a poem you so effortlessly created?”
Darryl shrugged and interrupted him with a smile before Simon could finish speaking. “It’s true that I wrote the
poem on a whim. Likewise, I did the same when competing with you last time and won.”
Darryl noticed that Simon was finding fault with him.
Jewel added. “That’s right. Anyway, you lost to Mister who’s much more talented than you!”
“You!”
Simon felt a wealth of emotions in his heart which was seething with anger and upset. He was speechless for a
while as his body shivered in fury which caused him to almost spew out blood.
Everyone around frowned.
“That kid is ballsy.’
‘There isn’t a need for him to mock Elder Crescent even if he’d beaten Elder Crescent…’
Darryl kept a straight face as he wore a faint smile and remained silent.
Truth be told, Darryl never wanted to put Simon down but it was Simon who had never missed an opportunity to
find fault with Darryl. In that case, how could Darryl pretend as though nothing happened?
Debra gently raised her hand and the hall suddenly became quiet.
Debra too felt that Darryl was a little too conceited.
Even if he had just won first place in the Poetry League, she thought Darryl ought to be humble.
“What is the poem that won you first place in the Poetry League? Do you mind sharing it with me?” Debra asked.
Darryl smiled faintly and responded, “I shall chant it out loud since the Sect Master wants to hear it.”
Darryl cleared his throat and sauntered around. He even struck a pose by clasping his hands behind his back before
slowly shaking his head and recited.
“Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows.
“On an ancient road in the west wind, a lean horse goes.
“Westward the setting sun goes.
“Far from home was the heartbroken one!”
After reciting the poem, Darryl looked at Debra with a smile. “What do you think of this poem?”
This… This poem…
Debra’s red lips parted slightly as she repeated softly.
“Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows.
“Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows.”
It was written all over her beautiful face that she was so engrossed in the poem! Ancient vines, old trees, crows,
small bridges, stream flows… All of those were simple vocabularies on their own, but they gave such a profound
artistic conception when combined.
The last sentence-Far from home was the heartbroken one!’-was saddening.
Brilliant poem!
A peerless creation!
Debra trembled as she shot Darryl a couple of interesting glances.
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