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I'm so angry!

Wait for this guy named Ye Xuan, and see who is No.1 in the selection later!

Some students sighed, and some students were full of confidence.

The three judges on the stage whispered back and forth to watch the students' works. When they saw Ye Xuan, Cheng Hongming was full of expectations. He was able to write such talented poems as "Bamboo and Stone". I believe that this time Ye Xuan would also bring Surprise yourself.

But there is only surprise, no joy!

What the fuck is this writing about?

Cheng Hongming thought that he was quite accomplished in calligraphy, and frowned when he saw Ye Xuan's crooked characters, not wild cursive.

The Chinese-faced Tong Lixin next to him also observed repeatedly and finally shook his head.

Can't understand can't understand.

"We read them one by one, and everyone is very good. Especially Xu Zhiqiang and Liu Jiaojiao, one is the president of the classical school, and the other is the president of the modern school. Xu Zhiqiang's poems make me feel that everything is revived, and Liu Jiaojiao Jiao’s modern poem starts with a detailed description of a newly sprouted grass. They are all very good!”

Cheng Hongming said with a straight face, hearing Cheng Hongming's praise, Xu Zhiqiang glanced at Ye Xuan proudly.

Sure enough, an actor is an actor, and in terms of ability to write poetry, he still comes out on top. Now that he has a crush on the goddess Liu Jiaojiao, he should admire him very much, after all, he has been praised by three teachers in succession.

"The teacher praised me absurdly. Compared with the teacher, I am still far behind. The student is stupid. I hope the teacher can give me more advice in the future." Xu Zhiqiang said modestly shaking his head.

Ye Xuan: "..."

This person is afraid that he lived in ancient times, even his speech is so...b-like!

"Boss, you weren't selected." Yang Xueyao said regretfully, but thinking about it, this time, all the elites from the Department of Literature of Yenching University participated in the poetry meeting, so it was only natural that the boss was not selected.

"It doesn't matter, I was also forced to be pulled here."

Ye Xuan said very freely.

It's fine to hang around, whoever let himself drink too much yesterday promised Cheng Hongming to participate in the poetry meeting.

"Ahem, that Ye Xuan, you... come here!"

Cheng Hongming raised his eyebrows and said suddenly.

Hearing Cheng Hongming's words, everyone's eyes focused on Ye Xuan.

"Could it be that the poor writing was called out and criticized? Hehe, I don't know whether Ye Xuan wrote ancient poems or modern poems. No matter which one, Teacher Cheng Hongming is known for being strict, and Teacher Tong Lixin is even more so. They don't care about you Whether you are a big star, you will be scolded if you should." Xu Zhiqiang thought gloatingly.

He had already started to imagine the bloody scene where Ye Xuan was scolded by the three teachers!

Glancing at the goddess of crush Liu Jiaojiao, Xu Zhiqiang sneered a few times in his heart.

"Call me?" Ye Xuan had an ominous premonition.

"That's right, come here, can you explain to me what you wrote?" Cheng Hong said tiredly.

He was severely ridiculed by two old friends just now!

It was because Ye Xuan's words were too exaggerated, so they couldn't understand what Ye Xuan wrote. Tong Lixin couldn't help laughing a few times, and he was even more sure of where Ye Xuan's "Bamboo Stone" should come from. Copy it over, but you can see it with this calligraphy.

Since I like poetry and I am better at poetry, why is my calligraphy so poor!

"It's my first time to write with a brush." ​​Ye Xuan scratched his head, because he couldn't understand what was written, and thought the writing was really bad.

"Say it, I'll write it for you!"

Cheng Hongming said with a beard and staring eyes that he was the only one who believed in Ye Xuan's talent. If Ye Xuan didn't write well, it would be like slapping him in the face.

"In the north of Gushan Temple and in the west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and someone's new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually becoming charming, and the Asakusa can have no horseshoes. My favorite lake is not enough to travel east, green Baisha embankment in Yangyinli."

Ye Xuan simply said what he had written aloud.

Kang dang

Cheng Hongming was still writing steadily at first, but he heard the writing brush in his hand fall to the ground.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"Spring trip to Qiantang Lake!"

bang

Cheng Hongming picked up the writing brush on the ground and quickly wrote the next two sentences on the paper.

The students below savored it carefully, while Tong Lixin on the stage and the old man from the Mediterranean looked at each other, confirming that he had never heard of this poem before, his eyes were full of shock!

"call"

"Then it's so sure? Although the handwriting is a bit poor, it doesn't hurt. What we look at in poetry is literary talent, not a calligraphy competition."

Cheng Hongming took a deep breath and decided to announce the ranking.

"Wait, I heard that Teacher Ye Xuan is not only good at ancient poems, but also wrote modern poems like "Haiyan". I wonder if Teacher Ye Xuan can write a poem for us right now? We all want to see it. Know it!"

When Xu Zhiqiang spoke, his eyes were full of jealousy.

Originally, if Ye Xuan didn't show up, then this poetry meeting would definitely be the champion. Even though Ye Xuan got the teacher's approval, Xu Zhiqiang couldn't help but want to disgust Ye Xuan.

Write a modern poem in spring?

Ye Xuan looked at Xu Zhiqiang who spoke.

The scene was a bit depressing and eerily quiet, Cheng Hongming glared at Xu Zhiqiang and wanted to continue announcing the result.

"Sorry, I can't, can you use spring to write a poem?" Ye Xuan shamelessly said to Xu Zhiqiang.

"I... I won't either."

Xu Zhiqiang's tone was choked up. He wanted to embarrass Ye Xuan, but he didn't expect Ye Xuan to say it so frankly, the degree of thick-skinned was beyond his imagination!

At home, Ye Xuan lazily lay on the bed and fell asleep.

"Mr. Cheng, Ye Xuan asked me to give this to you!" Yang Xueyao handed the paper written with a ballpoint pen to Cheng Hongming.

spring?

Cheng Hongming opened the paper and glanced at the students who hadn't left yet.

"Xu Zhiqiang, don't you want to listen to the modern poems written by Ye Xuan?"

"You read it to everyone!"