Love Variety: The literary identity was exposed, Bai Lu was numb

Peking University!

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhongding took the poem he had just written and chose to run away!

If he doesn't leave now, when will he wait!

Han Guang?

What kind of person is he!

"I'm leaving first! Let the propaganda department sort this out first, let the leaders above take a look, and then integrate it!"

Seeing this, Han Guang immediately roared: "You dog thing!"

"Run away so soon?"

The only response to him was the air, and Jiang Zhongding had already run away.

…

Huaxia Cultural Group Academy.

As soon as Jiang Zhongding entered, everyone looked at him immediately.

Hmm?

When did Mr. Jiang go out?

Uh (¯―¯٥)!

Why does it feel different from the previous state!

The little assistant was full of questions.

When she saw Jiang Zhongding before, he still looked decadent.

But now he looked calm, and there was a hint of excitement? !

Is it solved?

The others looked at Jiang Lao and immediately lowered their heads.

No one dared to meet his gaze, as this was an emergency.

There were still four hours left before the time was given!

It was obvious that he must be very anxious at this moment.

If he touched the bad luck at this time, it would be like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth.

He was asking for trouble.

Jiang Zhongding smiled at this strange scene.

Jiang Zhongding coughed lightly and continued, "Xiao Li! Come and pass this poem in my hand around for everyone to read!"

After hearing this, the assistant immediately ran to Jiang Lao and took the poem in his hand.

Just after taking it in his hand, he took a closer look.

The whole person was stunned.

"This... this!"

She was so excited that she couldn't speak!

Was this written by Jiang Lao? It's too good!

Everyone saw the changes on the assistant's face and was very curious.

Did he find a suitable poem?

It shouldn't be like this. Mr. Han, Mr. Li, and a bunch of literary masters couldn't write it.

It's finished now?

Could it be that Mr. Jiang wrote it!

While everyone was still thinking about it, the assistant had already started to circulate the poem.

Everyone who received it had their eyes wide open.

They were all stunned.

"What the hell? What the hell?!"

"Oh my god! It's written in classical Chinese? So good!"

"What the hell! That dog is pushing me! Stop pushing! Get out of the way."

"What are you pushing for! Let me read it first!"

"Awesome! Really awesome! As expected of Mr. Jiang, it's amazing! This literary atmosphere is overwhelming, and there is this artistic conception."

"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festivals.

I know my brothers are climbing high, and there is one less person wearing dogwood branches." I don't know who read it directly.

Those who didn't read it at the back fell into silence.

Then waves of voices began to erupt!

"Fuck! This... is amazing!"

"I'm so shocked! Was it written by Mr. Jiang? It's amazing!"

"Fuck, is this the difference between me and Mr. Jiang?"

"Awesome! It's really amazing!"

Jiang Zhongding scratched his head awkwardly, coughed lightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, listen to me first!"

"This... was not written by me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience fell into contemplation and embarrassment again.

It's over, this time I hit the horse's leg!

Waiting online, very anxious.

What if I flatter the wrong person? !

Very anxious!

The little assistant was also embarrassed, and at the same time she was more curious.

This... was not written by Mr. Jiang.

Which big guy wrote it?

Mr. Han? Or Mr. Li? Or Mr. Chen?

After thinking a lot, she was not sure.

Jiang Zhongding continued, "Everyone should copy this poem first, and then send it to the propaganda department. If nothing goes wrong, this poem will be presented to the people of the whole country!"

Everyone nodded immediately.

One of them asked in confusion, "Mr. Jiang, who wrote this?"

"Written by a... monster!" Jiang Zhongding thought that Lu Yan solved this problem in less than half a minute, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

This doesn't need other words to explain it.

It's a complete monster!

Half a minute, to be precise, less than half a minute!

It's really a monster.

Compared with him, it's not even as good as a finger.

Everyone says that there is the first in martial arts, but no first in literature!

Because everyone is not convinced, after all, who would think that they write better than others.

But if there is a gap, then this first will be recognized!

It is obvious that the poem written by Lu Yan is absolutely a gap!

"Monster?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Which literary giant wrote this poem? It must have taken a long time!”

“How many days at least? This artistic conception, this description, and this clear theme! It’s really amazing!”

When they were still amazed at how much time it took, Jiang Zhongding shook his head helplessly.

Otherwise, it would be a monster.

How many days?!

Jiang Zhongding calmed down and continued: "You all guessed wrong... half a minute! It was written!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole room was silent and fell into a dead silence!

How much...more?!

Half a minute?!

This is much less than what they expected!

This is no longer a matter of time!

Who can write a poem in half a minute?

This is a joke!

Now think about it, no wonder Jiang Lao said a monster.

This is not a monster!

To write this level of ancient poetry in half a minute, it is definitely an amazing existence!

“Half... half a minute? I didn’t have any ideas in my mind, and he did it directly?”

“This... is really a monster! Which big guy wrote it! ”

“Amazing, amazing!”

“I’m really impressed! I’m in awe.”

“It takes me half an hour to write a poem, but he only takes half a minute?!”

“Mr. Han? Mr. Li? Or Mr. Chen? Which literary giant wrote it?”

Jiang Zhongding shook his head helplessly. He knew these people well.

How could they write ancient poems of this level?

They can’t write them in their lifetime!

Jiang Zhongding continued, “It was written by a man who was only in his early twenties.”

Some of them stopped talking for a moment, and felt their legs softened instantly.

In his twenties?

Wrote a poem of this level.

Or half a minute?

“Hmm (.-`ω´-)?”

“I’m in my twenties, and I seem to be still preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination!”

“The gap between people is really too big, right?”

“Alas! In my twenties, I dare not even dream of thinking about it.” "

Jiang Zhongding scratched his ears, and the group of people were startled.

What a look!

He forgot the time when he was surprised.

Jiang Zhongding waved his hand and said: "Remember to write Lu Yan in the publicity department, this is written by him!"

After that, Jiang Zhongding didn't care about the surprise of these people and immediately went back to the office to rest.

I didn't have a good rest after receiving the news today, and now it's all solved.

Go and be lazy!