Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 625 Poetry Appreciation
Professor Luan Gang thought for a while, then blurted out immediately.

"How about this, we mainly drink and party today, so let's take this as the topic. Everyone will say a poem with wine, and we will talk about poetry and Taoism."

"What about the lottery head?"

A female student asked, and the other female students hurriedly explained to Ling Yun.

It turned out that when the students organized poetry gatherings at Shangjing University, they would often do some good things to add to the fun.

"Luck……"

Just when Professor Luan Gang was about to speak, Professor Sun interrupted him excitedly.

"Well, aren't we going to recompile the Chinese textbooks? If Professor Luan loses, let him add a spot to Ling Yun. If Ling Yun loses, then... just give each of us ten catties of stars, Don't drink ten catties and three cups!!!"

"it is good!"

Before Ling Yun agreed, Professor Luan Gang rolled up his arms and sleeves and started to write questions.

"The golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars."

"Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go west to Yangguan without any old friends."

Ling Yun blurted out that Professor Luan Gang didn't think about it beforehand, but after that, the two of them came and went for more than ten rounds.

"The moonlight is like a palace soaked in water. It's foolish not to get drunk with wine."

"Get off the horse and drink the king's wine, and ask the king where he is."

……

"Three cups of light wine and two cups of light wine, how can you fight against him? The wind is strong at night."

"The wind blows willows and flowers, and the store is full of fragrance. Wu Ji presses down on wine and persuades customers to enjoy it."

……

"According to the small water, you can hear the calcium drum, and you can see the wine flag in the shade of the sand village."

"Xinfeng's master is ripe with new wine, and the old guests return to the old hall."

……

The more poetry he got, the more flustered Luan Gang became. He is a professor in the Department of Literature in Shangjing, and his poetry and songs are at his fingertips. But slowly, he also had to stop and think before he could think of one song, but Ling Yun basically blurted it out. The important thing is that he has never heard of these poems written by Ling Yun.

It would be fine if Ling Yun was talking nonsense, but after careful consideration, what he said was not only poetry, but also good poetry.

"Outside the window is...is...is..."

Finally, after a few more rounds, Professor Luan Gang was finally defeated. His face was flushed and he was at a loss. Professor Sun's eyeballs bulged up beside him anxiously. He was not sorry that Luan Gang lost, but that Ling Yun won. He will have no free wine to drink.

Unfortunately, lose or lose.

"Oh, I didn't expect what Professor Sun said to be true. You are really talented. How about this? I have a big class in the afternoon, and I will invite you to come with me..."

"I……"

"Okay, it's settled like this, when the time comes..."

Just as Professor Luan Gang finished speaking, Professor Wang Ping next to him fell to the ground with a thud, and several girls cried out, but Ling Yun just smiled and waved his hands.

"It doesn't matter, this professor just drank too much, take him to sober up, and then take a nap."

……

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Ling Yun didn't want to go, but he didn't expect Professor Luan Gang to take it seriously. He personally ran to Professor Sun to invite him, but Ling Yun was dragged directly to the classroom.

But after he went there, he found out that he had been fooled.

There were about a hundred people sitting in the classroom. He didn't know the identity of these people. Anyway, he knew that these people were definitely not students, because... their average age was at least 50 years old.

and……

These people seem to be very disrespectful after seeing him on stage.

"Professor Luan, what do you mean? Why did you let a student stand on the stage?"

"Yes, and what about Professor Wang Ping? Why didn't he come?"

"Professor Luan, tell me something, how is today's class arranged?"

……

Seeing the discussion in the audience, Luan Gang smiled and explained to everyone.

"Everyone, teachers and professors, this is how it is. This is Ling Yun, oh, he is a student of Sun Sanguai. This class has been discussed by me, Professor Sun, and Professor Wang. It is decided that Ling Yun will teach everyone. Don't worry. Ling Yun is proficient in poetry and poetry, and his ability is not inferior to mine."

"Are you kidding, Professor Luan? How old is he? At most 30 years old, how many books has he read? How many allusions does he know?"

"Yeah, you are disrespecting us so much, isn't this just nonsense."

"Let a 30-year-old guy teach our group of literary giants? Are you kidding me?"

……

Ling Yun stood awkwardly on the stage, even if he was a fool at this moment, he also understood that these people in the audience were all university teachers and professors who came to exchange ideas from all over the country.

Facing the questioning and anger of this group of people, Luan Gang didn't pay attention at all. He just waved his hand at Ling Yun, meaning to let him start quickly.

As soon as Luan left, the hundreds of professors below immediately exploded. The professors were in a mess, some were booing, questioning, angry, scolding, smoking, and even smashed tables and stools in anger.

Seeing that the situation was a bit out of control, Ling Yunxin said to go to the ball, no matter what your class is, now you have to stabilize the situation first.

So he picked up the chalk and immediately wrote a line on the blackboard.

"Analysis of Poetry Appreciation!"

After writing this line, what he didn't expect was that the audience immediately fell silent.

"Yo, that's a good word."

"My Cao, it's more than good. You laymen know nothing. It's not an exaggeration to say that the skill of these words is definitely higher than mine!"

"Old Liu, you didn't mean to flatter him, did you? You are a member of the National Painting and Calligraphy Association, and you have worked hard for decades..."

"Fuck me, I don't even know him. I'm just telling the truth. His writing is really good..."

……

Although Ling Yun's handwriting didn't make everyone pay their respects, at least it made them all quiet down.

He froze for a moment, then struck while the iron was hot and smiled lightly.

"Everyone, teachers and professors, today I was invited by Professor Sun and others, so I have the guts to make a fool of myself here. Today I plan to exchange and learn with you. Let's choose a topic for now, and appreciate and analyze it."

A fat professor interrupted with a sneer.

"Okay, then I will talk about the simplest topic. We are all from other provinces, and we all have a common feeling of homesickness. Let's take homesickness as the topic and ask this little teacher to analyze it for everyone. Appreciation appreciation?"

The others immediately echoed after listening.

"Yes, nostalgia is good, let's talk about nostalgia."

"This topic is not difficult. If you don't know how to do this, you might as well invite Professor Luan Gang and the others back."

"Yeah, with such a big tone, let us choose a theme, so let's talk about nostalgia!"

……

Ling Yun smiled on the stage. At this moment, he knew that if he didn't show some real kung fu, the group of people in the audience would not be convinced, so he thought for a while, then adjusted his mood, and chanted.

"When I was young, nostalgia was a postage stamp. I was on this side and my mother was on the other side. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket. I was on this side and the bride was on the other side. Later, nostalgia was a short Short grave, I'm outside, my mother is inside..."

(End of this chapter)