God Level Star System

Lu Zhiquan heard the words: "The class deputy, the manuscript did not explain that it could not be replaced! It is only said that it is original! Anyway, when the boss wrote "Journey to the West", the poems were dizzy, just write me a few words. It’s okay to deal with the past. I don’t want to win any prizes! There’s nothing to be excessive.”

"No!" Wu Jie also interjected: "Boss, then you write one for me. I don't want to be good! I can deal with the past."

Zhao Zhijun said: "And me! Boss. I also rely on you!"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu said quickly: "Well... then I will write one for Lao Zhao first! I think about it... I have it!" During the talk, Zhang Yu stood up and pulled out a piece of chalk on the blackboard. On the quatrain, "Two quatrains", two Huang Yuming Cui Liu, a line of egrets on the blue sky, the window contains the Xiling Qianqiu snow, the door to the Jiangnan Wanli ship.

After writing Zhang Yu, he turned his head and said, "How? Old Zhao! This is the way!"

Zhao Zhijun said with amazement: "Yes! It's too good. Boss, you really don't deserve to be a super genius. Just write a few words so arrogant! I want this. Quatrains! The name is also domineering. The genre can be used as a name, it is a cow. !"

The people in the class saw Zhang Yu’s words, and they all talked about each other. They all felt that this is the author of the Journey to the West, and the poems came. And the quality of the sentence is still so high, how long is the brain of people.

Lu Zhiquan smiled and said: "Boss! Give me a domineering."

"Good! You wait. Uh... there!" Zhang Yu spoke, and turned to continue to write "Sit in the Erlong Mountain". The birds are flying high, and the lonely clouds are free to go, and they look at the two, only two dragons.

After writing Zhang Yu, he turned his head and said: "Lao Lu! How can this be done?"

“Ha ha ha ha!” Lu Zhiquan smiled and said: “The boss is also very good at writing! Erlong Mountain is a small hill that is not far from our school. It’s not good! It’s not bothering to look at it. I know that I think that this person in Erlong Mountain is also famous for the famous mountains and rivers!"

Twelve classes in the whole class at this time heard that this is a smile! One by one, although the rest of the sentence is so great, it is a bit funny to hold the Erlong Mountain!

Fat man Wu Jie hurriedly said: "Boss! Let me! Give me the whole domineering, at least the level of Erlongshan."

"Good! You wait... there!" Zhang Yu wrote a pen and wrote "Shun Nong" 锄禾日日午, sweat dripping the soil, who knows the Chinese food, the grains are hard.

Zhang Yu finished writing, said: "How about fat! Satisfied?"

Wu Jie frowned at this time: "Boss! How come to me, this is a poem. The grade of this poem is also down! It is not as good as the two of Lao Zhao and Lao Lu! Change one more! Change one!"

Zhang Yu laughed: "This poem is the best poetry! You can see how high the mood is between the lines."

Wu Jie frowned: "High is high! But it is too simple, no deep thought connotation! You look at Lao Zhao's 'window with Xiling Qianqiu Xue', you look at Lao Lu's 'Lonely Clouds Niubi! How come to me, this is 'Hey, it’s noon'. What if the Office of Education says that I am a poem? This is not to deal with me! Change one, boss, give me another one, for you No trouble."

Zhang Yuyi saw the famous poems of the ancient times and was returned. It was a speechless voice. "You don't mean to conceive the meaning! Then I will give you a few words to finish!" Turned and wrote in the back, a spring seed Su, the harvest of 10,000 in the autumn, no seas in the four seas, the farmer is still starving.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned and said: "Fat! This is down! Corresponding to the last sentence, the ideological connotation has also been, and it has begun to satirize realism. This is no problem!"

The people in the class started to read Zhang Yu and wrote the first few sentences. They also whispered for a while... Look, this poem Zhang Yu also wrote it out, it seems that this guy is not so non-human. As a result, the second paragraph appeared. The people in the class saw a fang. The second paragraph has already raised the realm of this poem, and it has a strong sense of awkwardness. Now the people in the class have to Zhang Yu is admired.

Wu Fatzi looked at the last few sentences and loved and hated. Take a look at it as a whole! The writing is great. But the problem is that he is not a fool. In this last sentence, the farmer is still starving to death. If it is sent out, it will be enough.

Wu Jie said: "The boss is too exaggerated! This dare to send it? If you let the ancient director of the Academic Affairs Office know it. Don't drag me to the school gate and kill him!"

Hahahahaha! The whole class is full of laughter.

Of course, the people in the class expressed their understanding of Wu Jie’s statement. This socialist new China, write this sentence, this is not a flashlight in the pit, looking for death!

Zhang Yu himself is also laughing enough, said: "I said fat! I think you will count the first paragraph. The four sentences in front are obviously inspirational. Although simple, but it has been passed down through the ages! Anyway, I have already given you I have written two paragraphs, I have to think and have ideas, I want to be inspirational and inspirational. No more!"

Wu Jie sighed and said: "Forget it! Then I will be the first paragraph!"

Xu Yiming, this is the time, suddenly said: "The boss also wrote me a slap!"

Zhang Yu hasn't spoken yet... Wu Jie said: "Yong, don't be too troublesome. The second paragraph of the tenant will be left to you."

"I am crazy! I don't dare to send, I don't want to die!" Xu Yiming said.

Hahahahaha! The whole class is laughing enough.

Zhang Yu smiled: "Nothing! I will write a paragraph again, I think about it... there!"

The whole class heard a slap in the face, how come soon! Are you fucking. Is the human brain long? Chicken laying eggs are not as fast as you are!

Zhang Yu wrote that "Jinliu" is a tall tree with jasper makeup. The vines hang down green silk. I don't know who the fine leaves are cut out. The spring breeze is like scissors.

Zhang Yu wrote these few sentences, hehe! The whole class has raised its hands. Now they are not convinced. This is great too! Too bad! There is no more verse than this.

Hahahaha! Xu Yiming laughed happily and said, "I am so good! I am going to do this."

Zhang Yudao: "Okay! Then our class is almost ~www.wuxiaspot.com~哎 Zhang Yu you also write one for me!" A voice said.

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Zhang Yu looked up and saw Tan Xiaonan, frowning: "You haven't written it yourself!"

Tan Xiaonan said: "When you wrote it, you can write another one! Can a person not make three songs? I can't write the first one, I have to write a good one."

Zhang Yuwen said, nodded: "Okay! You wait... have it!"

The people in the class are numb, one after another, one after another, you are still not human.

Zhang Yu wrote that "Peach Blossom" was in this door last year. The face of the peach blossoms is red, and the human face does not know where to go. The peach blossoms still smile.

The room is now a quiet... (to be continued.)