Confucianism and the Dao: My Doggerel Is Too Good for You to Handle

After transmigrating to a world governed by Confucianism, Lu Feng is hopeless at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and just as hopeless at poetry and prose.

Even the few classical poems he memorized in elementary, middle, and high school have already been recreated by the talented young men and women here.

With no other choice, Lu Feng can only come up with a doggerel poem.

"Petals smell sweet beside my bed, surely it's not frost. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, then lower it as the ground sways."

Talented young man: "It's utterly vulgar, unfit for a refined gathering!"

Talented young woman: "You call that a poem? I'm dying of laughter."

Teacher: "You insolent brat, seeking attention! Get out of my sight!"

Suddenly.

"Ding! The Doggerel System has been activated. You have gained 10,000 literary talent points."

In an instant.

Talented young man: "Look, there's a glow above Lu Feng's forehead!"

Talented young woman: "It was drizzling just a moment ago. Why is the sun shining now?"

Teacher: "Could this be the legendary gathering of literary talent at the crown?"

Lu Feng: "My doggerel is so powerful, you can't even imagine."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.