The killing system in my brain

Chapter 94 Showing off in the library
Xiao Xiaoxiao took out the book, she was completely unprepared, and suddenly saw a face exposed in the gap, her face did not change at all, she just stared at Cui Jian squarely, seeing that he had a thick face and was extremely hot, mainly It was Xiao Xiaoxiao who had no emotion in her eyes and was extremely calm, just watching him like this.

Cui Jian pulled out a smiling face, "Oh, classmate Xiaoxiao, what a coincidence!"

After hearing Cui Jian's words, Xiao Xiaoxiao finally reacted. She straightened up with a slightly bent body, so that Cui Jian could only see the position of the other party's collarbone. This Xiao Xiaoxiao was tall and tall, at least 1.7 meters.

Seeing this scene, Cui Jian quickly stood up straight. If he lost his etiquette, he would feel much worse in his heart towards this kind of three-no literary girl. Don’t you see that in ancient times, as long as a man casually made a joke , will be scolded as a "dengtuzi" with a look of anger!

While flipping through the books, Xiao Xiaoxiao said slowly, "When you write poems, why are the styles in the morning and afternoon completely different, and the poems in the afternoon are simply... I don't know what to say!"

"You know I wrote it?"

Cui Jian was startled. It stands to reason that she didn't show up at all. She just folded a paper airplane and threw it into the window. How could she know.

Xiao Xiaoxiao's tone was extremely calm, "Is this hard to guess? You are the only one who can say a little bit of poetry."

Of course, Cui Jian was the only one, and the rest of the cheeky people who came over to strike up a conversation either showed off how rich they were, or forced themselves to be handsome in front of her, which polluted her eyes and ears. I like poetry, so I casually recited a few lines of famous poems and prose words and came here to forcefully pretend to be romantic, let Xiao Xiaoxiao dismantle them without hesitation, and then tell the other party word by word where you said the passages you recited came from, making the other party feel ashamed and defeated, Only Cui Jian would slightly mention a poem she hadn't heard before, and stop to ask.

Speaking of this, Xiao Xiaoxiao couldn't help but have a hint of emotion in her tone, "Why did you pollute my eyes with that kind of poetry in the afternoon?"

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Cui Jian was speechless for a long time. It turns out that the poems he wrote are just a pile of pollutants in the eyes of the other party?Is it so badly written?He feels fine!

Cui Jian tentatively asked: "Is the poem in the afternoon poorly written?"

"I don't know what to say. It is undoubtedly the same as the vernacular. There is no rhythm of poetry, and there is no deep meaning in the words and sentences. It is worse than a novice who has just learned poetry for two days. It is completely random!"

These words were extremely heart-wrenching, especially with Xiao Xiaoxiao's expressionless face and no ups and downs in her tone, Cui Jian was completely depressed. Attack, I am afraid that I will hide my face and retreat here.

However, it is absolutely impossible for Cui Jian to give up. With the system task in his hand, no matter how the opponent sends out blows, he will follow them one by one, and then try his best to bounce back.

"And what do you think of what I threw at you this morning?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao closed her mouth for a while, and then slowly said: "It's better than yesterday morning, at least with a trace of sincerity, enough to be called a qualified poem, especially the handwriting is good, vigorous and powerful, and the flow of fonts flows smoothly. , if you write in traditional characters, it will be more elegant."

Before Cui Jian could speak, Xiao Xiaoxiao flipped through the books and said, "Don't you have one more to show me this afternoon, you can read it to me now."

"Now?" Cui Jian was a little caught off guard. This was completely making things difficult for him. He looked hesitant, "It happened suddenly. I wasn't prepared for it. How about I give it to you in the afternoon?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly, "Two 10 minutes, you can always make it in two 10 minutes, if you make your own poems at the same level as the poems in the afternoon, then please don't throw garbage in my dormitory in the future, I'm very busy , there is nothing to bother about such boring things."

Hearing Xiao Xiaoxiao's words, Cui Jian was extremely grateful and a little embarrassed. It seemed that she knew that the poems in the morning and afternoon were not written by the same person. A person's style can be seen at a glance, not to mention poetry with huge differences between the two levels.

Cui Jian has a new understanding of Duanmu Goudan's unreliability. This guy definitely treats him as a guinea pig. He didn't even see this superficial truth clearly, so he rashly asked him to write the first pollutant. Throw it to others.

But it’s better to come early than to come by coincidence. If he didn’t get the double study card, if he didn’t take the lead in seeing the structure and rhythm of poetry after getting it, how to create words and compose poems, I’m afraid now and the end of the game, just wait for a month. After running around naked in the campus playground, he was stripped of a skill. The skills he has now are all precious. If he lacks any of them, it will be very difficult to complete the optional tasks released by the system in the future, especially if the mixed martial arts is not enough. If the iron shirt was removed, he would have no place to cry. The most important thing was the iron shirt. If it was gone, what Spartan missions would the system ask him to do? Die yo.

In this way, a row of bookshelves separated the two of them, and the girl read quietly, completely immersed in the world of books.The boy frowned, thinking hard.

As soon as 10 minutes arrived, Xiao Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head, across the bookshelf, said calmly, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"I figured it out!"

Xiao Xiaoxiao's timing was really accurate, Cui Jian subconsciously took out his phone and looked at it.

Hearing Cui Jian's answer, Xiao Xiaoxiao finally raised her head, looking at Cui Jian who was blocked by rows of books and could only look at a corner, "Please tell me."

After tidying up his mood, Cui Jian looked calm and composed.

"A young man has nothing to worry about, and he wants to write new words to express his worries.

Mo Xiao Fusheng was so drunk, three thousand filled his throat with grief. "

This is a new word that he came up with after his brain was almost burnt out. A sense of hunger rushed straight to Cui Jian's forehead. With his face motionless, he took out a spare high-nutrition supplement from his pocket and stuffed it in his mouth. Here, he chewed it quickly and swallowed it, temporarily alleviating the hunger in his stomach.

At this time, Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was immersed in the poem Cui Jian just read, also came back to her senses, and commented calmly, "This poem is quite satisfactory."

Immediately, she frowned slightly, as if the sun had dimmed because of this, and there was a rare trace of doubt in Rushui's eyes, "Although this poem is about self-deprecating young people being alone, but when I hear your words, there is something A trace of real sadness?"

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