Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1483 - 1457: Harboring Evil Intentions

Seeing this, Xie Yingying hurriedly followed as well. She wanted to snatch back the sheet of paper with the poem on it, but she was already a little too late.

At this moment, Liu Tingting had already walked up to Professor Zhang and handed the paper over.

Seeing her best friend follow behind, she blinked at Xie Yingying, signaling her not to be nervous.

Professor Zhang took the sheet of white paper. With just one glance, a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"Over the sea the moon is born, at the ends of the earth we share this moment."

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Everyone else’s poems he only glanced at before giving a brief comment.

But when he saw this one, Professor Zhang actually couldn’t help reciting it out loud.

By the time he finished reading it all, his heart was deeply shaken.

Professor Zhang lifted his head and looked at the two girls in front of him, asking, "This poem, which of you Two People wrote it?"

Xie Yingying’s expression turned nervous, and she said nothing.

But Liu Tingting beside her smiled and said, "Professor Zhang, this poem was written by someone else; it has nothing to do with the Two People of us."

Professor Zhang didn’t quite understand what the girl in front of him meant and couldn’t help but frown.

Because all the poems this time were supposed to be written by the students present, yet this girl said it had nothing to do with them.

Just then, Zhou Tao walked over. He had just seen the shocked look on Professor Zhang’s face and had grown curious about this work as well.

"Professor Zhang, let me take a look at this poem, will you?"

Professor Zhang handed the sheet of paper to Zhou Tao without saying a word.

When Zhou Tao saw the content of the poem, he was also utterly stunned.

He knew that even if this poem had appeared in ancient times, it would absolutely have been an excellent piece.

Zhou Tao faintly felt that someone capable of this kind of writing had to be a man of vast learning, erudite and well-read.

He could tell from the lines that this absolutely wasn’t written by an ordinary person.

Even Zhou Tao couldn’t help wanting to voice the question in his heart.

"Liu Tingting, do you know who wrote this poem?"

Liu Tingting did not speak, but pointed at Xie Yingying beside her.

Xie Yingying also knew that things had already come to this point; even if she wanted to hide it, it was impossible.

Although she understood Ye Chen’s low‑key nature, there was nothing she could do now.

"This was written by Brother Ye Chen."

"Brother Ye Chen? Who is he?" When Professor Zhang heard this name, he quickly asked.

He was extremely eager inside to meet the author of this poem.

When he heard that name, Zhou Tao fell into thought.

In his impression, Xie Yingying didn’t have a brother at all. Where did this ’brother’ suddenly come from?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Zhou Tao said, "Yingying, how is that possible? Are you joking with everyone?"

"Zhou Tao, do you also know this person called Ye Chen?" Hearing Zhou Tao say that, Professor Zhang seemed to think of something.

"No, Professor Zhang, I don’t know him personally, but I do know he’s just a food delivery guy. There’s no way this poem was written by him." Zhou Tao said with utter certainty.

He had heard about what happened at the sports institute gym before, so of course he knew that Ye Chen was a delivery guy.

But as soon as Zhou Tao said this, displeasure appeared on the faces of both Xie Yingying and Liu Tingting.

What Zhou Tao said was obviously discrimination against delivery workers.

So what if he delivers food? It’s just a job; it has nothing to do with whether he can write such a poem or not.

Xie Yingying didn’t speak, but Liu Tingting was having none of it.

"Zhou Tao, that’s not right. What gives you the right to say for sure that this poem definitely isn’t Brother Chen’s?"

"Xie Yingying, use your brain, will you? What kind of education does a delivery guy have? How could he possibly write poetry?"

Professor Zhang was also a bit baffled. He just wanted to know who the real author of the poem was; all the rest was none of his concern.

"Classmate Yingying, is what you said true? This poem was really written by that Ye Chen you mentioned? Do you know that even placed in the long river of history, it would not lose to the works of those great masters of ancient poetry?"

Hearing Professor Zhang say that, Xie Yingying was also stunned for a moment.

She thought the poem was indeed good, but she hadn’t expected it to receive such high praise.

"Professor Zhang, this poem really was written by Brother Ye Chen, I can guarantee it. He finished it in less than two minutes." Xie Yingying said firmly.

Xie Yingying clearly remembered the scene of Ye Chen composing the poem that day. She had only told Ye Chen that the poem needed to be on the theme of Mid‑Autumn, and Ye Chen had recited it without even thinking much.

Professor Zhang and Zhou Tao were both shocked when they heard that.

From Xie Yingying’s expression, it was clear that she truly wasn’t lying.

The more it was like this, the more Zhou Tao found it hard to believe that such a fine poem could be written casually in less than two minutes.

Even for Li Bai or Su Dongpo in ancient times, that would have been impossible.

Professor Zhang’s heart was also stirred. How could it be that the author of this poem could, without even thinking, create such earth‑shattering, ghost‑moving lines?

This too was something he found hard to believe.

"Classmate Xie Yingying, you must take responsibility for what you’ve said." Professor Zhang spoke again.

"Don’t worry, everything I said is true." Xie Yingying said.

Professor Zhang felt as if he had been provoked, and Zhou Tao was also somewhat thrown off.

"Classmate Xie Yingying, if things are really as you say, could you let me meet this Ye Chen?" Professor Zhang quickly asked.

At his words, Xie Yingying hesitated a little. "Well, I can’t agree to that just yet..."

She knew Ye Chen’s temperament very well; he had always been a very low‑key person.

This time, Ye Chen had helped her write the poem purely to help her pass. She hadn’t expected that she would end up telling the truth.

If Ye Chen found out, would he think she was really foolish?

Hearing what Professor Zhang said, Zhou Tao, standing beside them, also chimed in, "Classmate Xie Yingying, how about this? Let’s use tonight’s Literary Society social gathering as an opportunity. You notify Ye Chen to come over; Professor Zhang will also be there. It’ll be a good chance for everyone to meet, how about it?"

After hearing Zhou Tao’s suggestion, Professor Zhang also nodded. "Not bad, I think that’s quite good. It won’t seem too abrupt either. Let’s do that."

"Little Tao, don’t forget to give the invitation to Classmate Xie Yingying."

"Alright, Professor Zhang, don’t worry."

As Zhou Tao spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Xie Yingying in front of him.

He had heard about what happened at the gym earlier and had learned of the affection Xie Yingying felt for this delivery guy named Ye Chen, which made him very upset.

You have to know, he had liked Xie Yingying for a long time, yet the girl always treated him with indifference.

Zhou Tao was extremely frustrated and thought that taking this opportunity to properly humiliate that guy would be a good thing too.