my fiancée is a streamer

"Boss, don't you write?" Yang Xueyao looked at Ye Xuan curiously.

"I am not in a hurry."

Ye Xuan lay down on the table and said calmly.

To be honest, this topic is really simple!

and many more!

Ye Xuan suddenly raised his head and squinted his eyes.

It seems that the champion rewards 10 yuan?

Pooh!

Am I the kind of person who loves money?

"Xueyao, do you know Bai Juyi?" Ye Xuan wanted to prove something.

"Bai Juyi, who is he? A singer or an actor, I don't know him."

Yang Xueyao raised her head when she heard Ye Xuan's words and shook her head after thinking for a few seconds.

"Then you know Li Bai?"

"You must know him. Li Bai was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. He was known as the Immortal of Poetry. Many of his poems are in textbooks."

"I don't worry if you don't know Bai Juyi."

Ye Xuan played with the brush in his hand, he knew Li Bai but did not know Bai Juyi, it seems that there are still many things in this world that need to be discovered by himself!

what is he doing

He is sleeping!

Xu Zhiqiang shook his head and laughed while staring at Ye Xuan who was sleeping soundly on the table.

Although he didn't know how Ye Xuan was invited to this poetry meeting, seeing how he was doing so far was really disappointing. Xu Zhiqiang couldn't help but feel angry when he thought of the flirtatious eyes between his crush, the goddess Liu Jiaojiao, who was flirting with Ye Xuan.

He is the president of the Classical School of Yenching University. Although the teacher's topic for this poetry meeting is a bit esoteric, Xu Zhiqiang is still confident that he will be appreciated by the teacher.

Especially the goddess Liu Jiaojiao he has a crush on is also the granddaughter of one of the teachers. If that teacher approves, Xu Zhiqiang will show the smirk of a landlord's son.

As for Ye Xuan, at first Xu Zhiqiang thought that this person might have two talents. After all, although writing songs and writing poems are two different concepts, the beautiful lyrics and poems have the same effect. Looking at it now.

This person need not take it to heart.

On the stage, three teachers with glasses communicated with each other.

"Old Cheng, are you sure that kid really wrote this poem? Why can't I believe it!"

Sitting next to Cheng Hongming, an old man with a stubble-faced face said in disbelief.

This "Bamboo and Stone" is completely at the level of a master. Even though Tong Lixin is a teacher of the modern school, after seeing these four lines of poems

Also amazed.In his opinion, this poem was probably written by an ancient poet, Ye Xuan just saw it by chance and wrote it down.

It's not impossible!

"Hehe, old boy, you're overthinking! This poem was indeed written by Ye Xuan! Don't believe me? You'll find out after seeing Ye Xuan's performance later." Cheng Hongming said slowly, lowering his head and carefully Taste the "Bamboo and Stone" written by myself.

"Are you sure?" Tong Lixin glanced at Ye Xuan, who was sleeping soundly in the middle, as if this young man had slept from eight o'clock to eight fifteen, and there were still 15 minutes left.

"I'm sure... what is Xiaoye doing?"

Only then did Cheng Hongming see Ye Xuan sleeping soundly, his pupils shrinking.

I bragged about you so much in front of my old friends, and you're sleeping on me?

"What's the rush, I'll see what he writes later! We three old fellows are not blind, good writing is good, bad writing is bad. If the writing is good, it means that this song "Bamboo Stone" is indeed this song. If the young man's writing is not good, I'm afraid he is deceiving Old Cheng!"

The old Mediterranean man on the right said carelessly.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Yang Xueyao felt that Ye Xuan must have given up, she came to the poetry meeting just to join in the fun and write a few poems, but Ye Xuan was different, he was personally invited by Professor Cheng Hongming, Don't make a joke out of it.

"Boss, it's almost over."

"Oh!"

Ye Xuan raised his head in a daze, glanced at the brush in his hand and blushed.

I don't know how to use a brush!

Forget it, reading poetry is not reading words.

Picking up the brush, Ye Xuan started to write.

Yang Xueyao stared at Ye Xuan's calligraphy in a daze for several minutes.

It's not that Ye Xuan's calligraphy is too good.

What the fuck is this writing about?

Is it wild weed?

Not like ah!

Or maybe Ye Xuan created a new school of brushes?

Blind writing?

Yang Xueyao shook her head, she couldn't understand what Ye Xuan wrote anyway!

Chapter 268 Invisible Pretend

Winding!

Hey, it's not an exam, Ye Xuan smiled politely at the girl who collected the papers, the girl blushed to the base of her ears when she glanced at the white paper in Ye Xuan's hand.

???

Is this written in Chinese characters?

Why can't I understand it!

Forget it, let's leave things like poetry to the three teachers!

Xu Zhiqiang was full of confidence. When he saw the shy face of the goddess he had a crush on standing next to Ye Xuan, jealousy and burning flames inexplicably appeared in his heart.