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Face-smacking Zhang returns again!

Silence reigned in the venue!

Everyone watching the live broadcast on television was dumbfounded!

It wasn't written wrong! He did not write it wrong at all! This was indeed a "Rivers Run Red" poem. The line length and rhythm were all typical of a "Rivers Run Red" poem. But none of them had ever seen this piece before. This was a totally different "Rivers Run Red" from the one that they knew in their world. Boundless? Benevolence? Knowing no borders? None of the words written were about that. It wasn't even fucking close to it!

This was a scolding!

This was a fucking poem used to scold people!

Flies dashing themselves against a wall?

Buzzing drones?

At times weeping?

Zhang! Who the fuck do you think you are you scolding!

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