There's something wrong with my love letter system

Chapter 43 General meeting, some unexpected changes
Tang Yimo and Li Zheyu were assigned to examination room No. 6, Xia Yanling and Ling Xuan were assigned to examination room No. 3, while Yan Junxi and Jin Xiaodong were assigned to examination room No. 1 and No. 2 respectively.

Exam Room 6 is located in the easternmost classroom on the second floor of the Red Building.

The classroom is quite large, enough to accommodate a hundred people in class at the same time, and it is quite loose for 50 candidates.

Tang Yimo looked for the test number and sat down in a middle seat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Zheyu sat in a window-side seat.

While checking the admission ticket and stationery, Tang Yimo glanced in Li Zheyu's direction seemingly casually.

It never occurred to him that Li Zheyu was also looking at her.

Eyes meet...

Who is the girl who is embarrassed.

Tang Yimo couldn't help but blushed, and turned away quickly.

That fellow Li Zheyu...but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but laugh.

But soon, Li Zheyu restrained his smile.

Didn't you promise not to be corrupted by this woman again?

how……

Seeing her embarrassed and shy look, do you feel a little cute for no reason?

Li Zheyu shook his head vigorously: "Woman, it will only affect my speed of drawing the gun!"

When you go back, you must copy the Heart Sutra:
Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form...

The exam bell rang.

The invigilator distributes the test papers to the students in the first row, and distributes them to each other.

After getting the test paper in his hands, Tang Yimo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After calming down a little, he opened his eyes again and looked at the test questions carefully.

On Li Zheyu's side, his eyes were lazy, and he glanced at the composition question with a little disdain.

Knowing about composition questions in advance is really boring.

Even in this kind of tense game scene, it can't be ignited at all.

Teacher Zhao is also true, obviously the results are the same, so there is no need to do more.

Ugh……

A woman, whether it's that little woman or this old woman, will only affect the speed at which she draws her gun!

and many more……

The expression on Li Zheyu's face froze suddenly!
This essay topic...

Why is it completely different from what Yu Zhongwen said? !

What Yu Zhongwen said was [write an article with the theme of "All the past is a prologue"], but the topic of the composition before him at the moment is:

[Read the following two poems, choose one of them, expand your imagination, rewrite it into a narrative article, and draw up your own title. 】

【Fengqiao Night Mooring--Zhang Ji】

[The moon sets, black crows and frost covers the sky, Jiang Feng Yuhuo confronts Mianmian. 】

[Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship. 】

【Xuemei--Lumeipo】

[Mei Xue contends for the spring and refuses to fall, so Sao Ren Ge writes a review. 】

[Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Yi Duan Xiang. 】

Gan!
Yu Zhongwen, this old thief, is talking nonsense and playing us like monkeys!
What Li Zheyu didn't know was...

On the night when Yu Zhongwen came to drink tea in his apartment, Yan Junxi's father called the chairman of the City Writers Association.

Xiao Shiwei, chairman of the Writers Association, made a decision immediately after learning of this situation—to change the title.

Tang Yimo on the other side, after carefully reviewing the questions, was not in a hurry to start writing.

Instead, she wrote the outline first on the manuscript paper, and she chose the poem "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" because she liked it better.

[Since it is a narrative article, I am afraid that many people will write it based on what the poet Zhang Jiye saw and heard that night when he was in Fengqiao. 】

[Although there is nothing wrong with this, but the idea is too ordinary, and it is difficult to impress the judges and teachers. 】

[It is better to let the poet Zhang Ji travel to the modern age and come to Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City. 】

[Seeing that the fame of Hanshan Temple today is due to the poem he wrote more than 1000 years ago, Zhang Ji couldn't help being shocked. 】

[Perhaps out of a little vanity, Zhang Ji approached the abbot of Hanshan Temple, revealed his identity, and wanted to talk to him about poetry, poetry and cultural construction of the temple. 】

[It never occurred to me that the abbot, with eyes blind to real people, would say that he is insane. 】

【After being kicked out, Zhang Ji wrote a poem on the wall of the temple in a fit of anger. 】

[However, instead of appreciating his poems, modern people regard him as a gangster who deliberately smears places of interest. 】

[After 7 days of being idle in the detention center, Zhang Ji was living on the street. His perverse behavior was discovered by a network promoter, who felt that he was a malleable talent, so he began to package and hype him. 】

[Soon, Zhang Ji became an Internet celebrity, and he was extremely busy with bringing goods and endorsements for a while. 】

[One night, Zhang Ji woke up drunk, climbed to the balcony, and looked up at the full moon above his head. 】

[Suddenly, poetry became popular, and I picked up a pen...]

[But I haven't written a word for a long time. 】

[The luxurious life consumed all his poetry. 】

[The moon is still the same moon, but Zhang Ji is no longer the same Zhang Ji. 】

【So he took a deep breath, jumped, and fell down the railing of the balcony. 】

【Suddenly woke up and found myself lying on a small boat on the river. 】

[Unconsciously let out a long sigh of relief, Jiang Feng, Yuhuo, the bell, and the loneliness of the river are all the most precious treasures in my life! 】

After clarifying his thoughts, Tang Yimo's spirit couldn't help being lifted, he quickly picked up a pen, and neatly wrote the title in the grid:

"If Zhang Ji traveled to modern times..."

…………

Outside the examination room, in front of the red building.

Lao Wang pointed to a bench under the shade of a tree in front of him, and said to Zhao Ying, "It's too hot here, let's sit there and wait."

Zhao Ying nodded, covered her head with a file bag, and walked towards the shade of the tree.

The two sat silently, each watching a short video.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on Zhao Ying's phone.

"Ah, the topic of the composition contest has come out." Zhao Ying whispered happily, and then clicked on it to read.

When Lao Wang heard the words, he hurriedly leaned over.

"Read the following two poems, choose one of them, expand your imagination, rewrite it into a narrative article, and draw up your own title..."

Zhao Ying's originally cheerful voice gradually became hoarse, and finally seemed to be tongue-tied, unable to pronounce a single word.

Suddenly, Zhao Ying jumped up from the bench, raised her mobile phone high, and was about to throw it on the ground.

Lao Wang was so frightened that the chrysanthemum went numb, and quickly dodged to avoid it, "No matter how excited you are, you won't smash your phone!"

Zhao Ying's face was ferocious, and her whole body was shaking violently.

The phone was never dropped.

A new mobile phone worth more than 4 yuan is really reluctant!

"Ah~~~"

A shrill scream resounded through the campus.

…………

in the examination room.

Once immersed in the creation of the composition, time seems to be completely stagnant.

Before he knew it, Tang Yimo had finished writing the last word.

Draw an ellipsis that is still unfinished...

Tang Yimo checked the composition again from beginning to end, and corrected a typo, but there is nothing else that can be changed.

He raised his wrist to check the time, and there were still 40 minutes left.

Gently twisting his neck, he glanced at Li Zheyu inadvertently.

He was writing on the paper with his brows furrowed, stopping to write from time to time, staring sideways and contemplating...

Tang Yimo unknowingly raised her crescent eyebrows slightly, didn't Yu Zhongwen give you some water?
Why do you still write so constipated? !

(End of this chapter)