A qualified wine taster must have at least ten years of training, drink countless alcohol, and be able to be competent with excellent taste talent.

Several girls have a wealthy family and often go to high-class people. They are very knowledgeable and have extraordinary vision.

The wine brewed by Oflan Winery using special methods is different from other places. "Dense taste" is its biggest feature. When you enter the mouth, the thickness of layers ripples between your tongue. If you didn't have the wine tasting for years, how could you have a little slight difference?

It is surprising to see this sophomore boy with an unparalleled temperament calling out the origin of the wine.

Song Baojun observed the eyes of everyone and knew that he was right. His face was calm, and he pretended to smell it gently on his nose, and said, "It feels light, sweet, and the smell condensed into a ball. This feels good. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the wine from 1982, called "Purple Moon". French vineyards have been the best harvest in that year for more than 40 years, and only the grapes from that year can produce purple moon. Fairy, thank you for asking us to taste such a good wine."

He spoke slowly, softly and accurately, and if he didn't look at the free pesticide advertising T-shirt on his body, he would almost be a qualified gentleman if he heard about it.

Wang Lingjuan couldn't help but turn her face and look at Song Baojun steadily and ask, "Aren't you confused?"

Song Baojun only smiled faintly without answering, and was very pretentious.

Seeing him like this, Wang Lingjuan said that he was deliberately showing off, and he must be a shallow man. He couldn't help but hum again, his lips curled up, and a shallow edge bent out, and his jade lips were crystal clear and beautiful.

Lin Mengxian was extremely proud and scratched her armpit and smiled: "I'll just say that they are the most outstanding talents in the Chinese department of Chazhou University. How could they be wrong?"

Tan Qingkai then breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of the cup, and stopped sweating from the cold. He said in a hindsight: "Haha, it's really delicious, I said, this is definitely true of the red wine in 1982. Xiaojun, I am worthy of my usual education for many years."

"Yes, it's all good Brother Kai taught it, otherwise how could I understand it?" Song Baojun quickly smiled.

Tan Qingkai was inspired and continued to perform and said, "By the way, someone just sent my dad dozens of boxes of 1982 red wine. I don't know if it's true or not, you can go and try it another day."

When Song Baojun heard this guy jokingly became more and more outrageous, he had to smile and said, "Brother Kai, what kind of person is your father? Do others dare to give him fake wine?"

The two of them sang together, and they were so fake. As the ages came, the consumption of the international market was so fierce. The wines in 1982 were getting less and less expensive, and a bottle was worth less than tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Someone would give dozens of boxes of 1982 red wine at one's action, unless your father was a rank of officials who were robbed of life and death.

Even though Lin Mengxian was careless, she could not help but blush when she heard that they were bragging about the situation in front of her best friend.

Zhang Mingfang chuckled: "By the way, Tan Qingkai, I heard from Xianxian that you are the prose and poetry prince in the Chinese department. You have published several collections of poems. What are your representative works?"

Last night, Song Baojun bragged that handsome Tan had published works in domestic newspapers and magazines. By the time Lin Mengxian retelled it, he actually published several collections of poems. The difference was so big that it was really shameful.

But the online otakus with a skip class rate of more than 80% was not good at thinking and could not understand the difficulty. He thought to himself that he must not show his timidity. He coughed and said, "Yes, I have written a lot of poems, but I dare not show my ugly words. I am ashamed."

Lin Mengxian believed in his talent without doubt. The fat little fat reached over and put his hand on his knee and shook it, and said with a giggle: "You can just take a few representative works for my friends to appreciate! They admire you very much."

Tan Qingkai's knee was almost shaking into rheumatoid arthritis, and he said with a whisper: "Uh...this is that, I think about it...uh, my previous works have been too long, and I can't remember them for a while."

Song Baojun was about to say, "I remember it!" He produced one or two love poems for him, but Lin Mengxian had already shouted, "Akai, why not make one for me improvisation! You should have a more sincere relationship! They are always unwilling to accept your talent, so I want them to see what real talent is!"

Tan Qingkai almost burst into tears, thinking to himself that you look down on me so much. I really can’t do anything except playing "World of the Devil"!

Zhang Mingfang became interested, picked up a piece of pickled plum blossoms and put them in his mouth, and said, "Improvised poetry? Well, the little girl listened attentively."

The other two girls continued: "It is very difficult to meet the situation by improvisational poetry. Since Tan Qingkai is a talented man, we think there should be no problem."

Tan Qingkai's face was covered in sweat, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

When everyone was not very patient, I remembered a poem and said in a trembling voice: "I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved gently and said goodbye to the clouds of the west. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the waves are there, there, and..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Mingfang interrupted coldly: "Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge" is very famous. We all recognize it, so we don't have to memorize it."

"ah?"

Meng Manning and Wang Lingjuan burst into laughter, their faces shining brightly, as bright as peaches and plums, as beautiful as spring flowers.

Tan Qingkai knew that something was ugly was happening, and his face turned red like a fire, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at people.

Song Baojun had no choice but to have too little ink in his heart, so he had no ability to save the situation, so he had to keep sending snacks to his mouth, as if he was not concerned about his own affairs.

Lin Mengxian immediately looked up and looked around, pretending that she had heard nothing or saw nothing. In fact, she wanted to kill her dear best friend who was deliberately making things difficult for her.

But the war quickly hit Song Baojun's head, and Zhang Mingfang smiled again: "This classmate, you are both two talented men in the Chinese department, can't he be your leader?"

"Me?" Song Baojun pushed open the empty plate of boiled squid and said lightly: "Of course, I can still write a poem or two."

He was calm on the surface, but he shouted desperately in his mind: "Who will save me? Come here! I'm not going to do it!"

After a long time, no personality responded.

Song Baojun cursed inwardly, but fortunately, a small part of his vulgar personality had been integrated into his bones, his mind was running wildly, and he tried hard to recall what he had learned in the past.
Chapter completed!