[Quick Transmigration] BOSS didn't tell you

This room is Su Mu’s crazy brain hole, and in that room, Mr. Shui Jing looked around, cleared his throat, and said: "To invite everyone to gather here today is really to listen to your grand ambitions. There is chaos today, and the heroes will not be here." Since then, the purpose of working in the fields is to one day be lucky enough to meet Mingjun, devote all of what I have learned all my life, and achieve a unified hegemony. The old man is old and can no longer bear the pain of running around, but everyone here is in the prime of life, The ancients said that self-cultivation, family governance, and the world are peaceful. We gather today, and I hope that everyone here can speak freely."

Mr. Shui Jing's words, like a faint spark, quietly ignited the passion of every angry youth (fog).Even Su Puppet Gao Leng Really Stupid Meng Mu felt excited about fried chicken, like eating spinach from Popeye, his whole body was instantly full of blood and strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, the book boys placed a small wooden table in front of everyone present.A complete set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones is placed on the delicately carved wooden table - all of which are standard Wen Qing equipment.

This small wooden table looks like red sandalwood, very expensive, how much does it cost so many. ——This was Su Mu's first reaction.

Wow, these people turned out to be hidden rich and handsome, let's be friends. ——This was Su Mu's second reaction.

And Su Mu's first answer...

Q: Is there anything more disastrous than a person who can't write poetry at all but miraculously appears at a poetry meeting?

Answer: Yes, that is, I can't write brush characters.

#The days when I was illiterate in ancient times#

#Those years, the calligraphy class we escaped together#

#Step by Step Surprised Love#

The corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched quickly, staring at the white paper seemed to burn two holes in the white paper.

It may be that Su Mu's expression was too ferocious, and the rippling eyes of several dear friends flickered over, and the slightly frightened eyes finally brought Su Mu back to his senses.

Therefore, Su Mu adjusted his facial expressions at a speed that even Oscar winners could hardly match:

The eyes should be proud, as if a high god looks down on all living beings like ants;

There should be a faint smile on the corner of the lips, so that all mortals with fish lips can't see through their hearts;

The chin should be raised slightly, so that it would seem sacrilegious to look at you.

"This incense is burned out, so please present your poems." Mr. Shui Jing put a small stick of incense into a delicate incense burner in the center of the flat ground.

The sun is warm and the wind is blowing.

The green smoke that curled up gave off a sense of Zen.

————————— Long time no see Mr. Dividing Line —————————

"The incense is burnt out, the time is up, please stop writing." An hour later, Mr. Shui Jing's voice sounded again.

Everyone put down their pens and put their poems on Mr. Shui Jing's desk.

Our protagonist Su Mu also stood up neatly, folded the paper on his desk, and handed it in with a noble and glamorous expression.

"All the juniors have the talents to know the world, and have unpredictable strategies. Don't worry about the results of today's poetry meeting. It's just for entertainment." Mr. Shui Jing said while stroking his beard.

After all, Mr. Shui Jing took out a piece of paper from a pile of papers, and chanted:

"precipice"

The moon is broken, the sky is full of frost, and the fishing fires on the riverside are four or five lines.

The lone star fell a few times, and the ape cried wrongly, where did it go?

If the sky wants me to go alone, the world will be full of absurdity.

In the end, one day the secret will be there, and the water will cover the world with a wave. (Written by myself, everyone forgive me)

"What a poem, what a wave that covers the water and waves all over the world! Have the guts! May I ask whose hand is this made by?" Mr. Shui Jing laughed heartily, and his sharp eyes seemed to soften a little.

"Xiaosheng is not talented, it is Xiaosheng's doing, thanks to Mr. Shui Jing's praise." A young man with an ordinary appearance stood up.

"It turned out that it was Zhouping who made it. I am very pleased. Zhouping has lofty aspirations, and I admire him."

Cui Zhouping said with a hearty smile: "The Han Dynasty is about to fall, and the yellow scarf is in power. People who eat Han's salary but don't know what to pay back, all people with lofty ideals in the world hate them to the bone. Good birds choose trees to rest. Although Cui Zhouping is a villager in the mountains, he still I have the ambition to serve the country, but I still appreciate the kindness of the Lord. Just wait for the breeze to blow and send me to the blue sky."

Mr. Shui Jing smiled in satisfaction, and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, his eyes became weird.Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what happened, but saw that Mr. Shui Jing suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from it.

It was a blank piece of paper, clean and without any ink marks.

Mr. Shui Jing was a little sullen, and his voice couldn't stop rising: "Whose is this?"

"Mine." The voice seemed to be colliding with jade, a voice between a boy and a man, with a hint of hoarseness in the clarity, turning into a charming charm that seduces people's hearts.

I saw a boy in white standing up slowly.

The most dazzling is his eyes, as if born from the fire - pure, bright, radiant, and then turned into crystals in the water, clear, reserved, condensed with a charm that time cannot destroy.

The sun is like wine that has been brewing for a hundred years.

The fragrance of green bamboo flows in the air.

Su Mu repeated again: "This is mine."

Of course, this is all the effect of Su Mu as the protagonist with the blessing of the protagonist's golden finger and heartthrob halo.

There is an idiom called gold and jade on the outside, but on the inside.

There is an old saying that one knows the face but does not know the heart.

There is a second-hand man named Su Mu who pretends to be cold.

Mr. Shui Jing's sharp eyes immediately glanced at Su Mu, and his voice was as cold as ice shards could fall: "Although this poetry meeting is not a formal occasion, you don't take it as a joke. What is your intention! Do you want to tell us how much you disdain this poem!"

There was deathly silence.Everyone on the field seemed to be a little afraid, and their expressions changed.

Zhuge Liang, who was next to Su Mu, still closed his eyes slightly, his feather fan shook slightly, his sharp-edged face was full of indifference, and his whole person showed a kind of even cruel indifference.

But no one saw, the slender fingers gripped the white shirt with no wrinkles so tightly that even the blue veins on the hands stood out so clearly.

At this time, Su Mu's feeling was——

Fuck, Mr. Shui Jing is even more angry, this is absolutely unscientific, you took the wrong script, hey!

Why am I acting so affectionately here?Could it be that "I am so strong even in the most difficult times" unbeatable Xiaoqiang pig's feet are not your appetite?

Mr. Shui Jing, do you want your eyes to be so scary, it will scare the little friends, okay?

This must be a struggle!Let me know which pig's knuckle you like, whether it's "I don't ask for anything in return, everything is just for you", the white lotus style of the Virgin Mary, or the sickly ghost animal style of "If you don't love me, go to death", I can do it Act, please slow down my acting skills!

Give me one more chance, okay?I will make a good transformation and start a new life (fog)!

begging to rewind qaq

Although he was complaining sadly and happily in his heart, the reality that was always stronger than the fantasy was smiling ghostly at Su Mu. Su Mu had to bite the bullet and walked to the center of the flat ground to accept the baptism of various eyes.