Yan Gou failed miserably

"Rain" order

After a simple lunch, it was time for He Ci to take a nap. He naturally took the school uniform from the same table, and he lay his pillow on it, listening to the sound of rain, and fell asleep——

In the afternoon, the first class was supposed to be biology, but the old class came in leisurely with an umbrella in his hand. Recently, the class teacher's attendance rate is very high.

Hanging the umbrella behind the door, the old class explained the situation to everyone: "Well, your biology teacher can't make it through, and Chinese is taught in these two classes."

The heavy rain outside showed no sign of stopping, like a big thick rain curtain, covering the whole world.

He Weidong looked at the torrential rain outside, a light bulb above his head suddenly lit up, and said to the quiet classmates below: "All of us, use today's "rain" as a qualifier, let's play a flying flower order? "

Originally, today, the students were a little bit unable to concentrate and study hard. Hearing the old class say that there are games to play, this is refreshing. The first one to speak is the monitor.

"Fly!" Yang Yalong expressed his opinion concisely.

All of a sudden, the students said that the flying is over——

Seeing that no one had any objections, He Weidong smiled and told everyone the rules: "Anyone who wants to participate raises their hand."

After a while, more than a dozen hands were raised. These were all people who were confident in their reserves of ancient poetry. What was more surprising was that Li Xiangge, a transfer student who usually had almost no sense of presence, also raised his hands.

Li Xiangge entered the fourth class because he was No. 20 in the school in the midterm exam, but there was almost no movement at ordinary times.

Of course, He Ci definitely participated, and he even pulled Si Xian who had no desire to participate at all.

This number of people is just right, and the old class started first: "Lying in the night to listen to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river are dreaming."

Then proceed from front to back, and when it's He Ci's turn, those who are familiar enough to open their mouths have almost finished speaking.

However, relying on his powerful reserves, he quickly searched out a sentence from his mind: "The wind is like pulling up mountains, and the rain is like falling like rivers."

Si Xian said without hesitation: "The wind and rain are like darkness, and the roosters are crowing."

Dabu kept applauding softly behind him, like someone who can only say 666 next to the master.

After that, there were two more rounds, and this time it went straight down for a little while, and now only He Ci, Si Xian, Li Xiangge, Ren Yining, and Sang Hanxiao were left standing in the classroom.

The results are all those who are at the top of the pyramid.

By the time of the fourth round, nearly forty poems had been uttered. Now the scene was a little anxious. When it was Sang Hanxiao's turn, she obviously struggled. She thought for nearly ten seconds before saying it, and she was almost eliminated .

He Ci is now full of vigor and confidence, because he has already stored a lot of inventory in his mind.

Then it got stuck.

After five long seconds of silence, Si Xian moved his lips lightly, "Looking at flowers the day before yesterday——"

He Ci immediately accepted the message, his brain started working again, and he said hastily: "The day before yesterday I saw that my heart was not enough, and the storm suddenly had no evidence."

Dabu applauded frantically at the back, and then the people around him looked at him like a fool, and Dabu silently withdrew his palm.Now, it seems that it is not the time to get excited——

After another two rounds, Sang Hanxiao and Ren Yining were also eliminated. Now, the scene has completely entered a fever pitch.

What was unexpected was Li Xiangge, this gentle and quiet girl shocked everyone in the fourth class with her incomparably profound poetic background, even He Weidong couldn't stop nodding.

The three of them started fighting back and forth, and He Ci was like God's help, the rain in his mind kept falling, and Si Xian on the side was also able to do a job with ease, without seeming to be struggling at all.

The only sound left in the classroom is the voice of verses, and the rest of the students unconsciously closed their whispering mouths, looking at the three inhumans in shock, no one thought that this war would be so long.

The sky seemed to hear the verse of the sound of rain, and cheered for a thunderclap, and the heavy rain became more and more arrogant, crackling and slapping the ground.

The sound of thunder happened to be Li Xiangge's turn. Her thoughts were instantly shattered by the loud noise, and the poems in her mind disappeared without a trace.

During the ten seconds of her silence, some people even held their breath for fear of interrupting her train of thought, but unfortunately, after ten seconds passed, there was still no sound.

Li Xiangge bit her lip, and she frowned, who was almost expressionless at ordinary times, and she was unwilling to be reconciled to the naked eye, but finally sat down and handed over the battlefield to the two monsters.

Returning to He Ci's side, his eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit, and his whole body burst into high-spirited fighting spirit. Is there anything more interesting than defeating Si Xian?

Si Xian raised his eyebrows, and a few words came out of his mouth: "Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain."

A group of melon-eating crowd looked stunned. They had never heard of this before. He Weidong explained friendlyly: "Xin Qiji's Xijiangyue."

He Ci is not to be outdone: "Floating sky water sends infinite trees, and rain clouds bury half of the mountain."

"Three parts are spring, two parts are sorrow, and one part is wind and rain." Si Xian finally began to think.

"Xiaofeng does not let go of a thousand sorrows, and Su Yu adds a trace of tears."

……

The classroom has completely become the home field of two people, you come and go, you are talking, and the people around me go from shock to indifference, from indifference to sluggish_.

Finally, Si Xian was silent for nearly ten seconds.At this moment, both classmates and teachers breathed lightly, waiting for the winner to appear.

After ten seconds passed, Si Xian's mind running at high speed finally found an unspoken poem, but it was over.He looked at the dazed He Ci, showed a gentle smile, and sat down.

In an instant, there was thunderous applause, so loud that it covered the thunder outside.

The applause lasted for nearly 20 seconds, which was the greatest recognition of the winner, and many boys behind were still booing.

"Small words are awesome!"

"66666666, what the hell am I blowing up Xiaoci!"

"I would like to call you the Rain God!"

The girls couldn't say such shameful words, so they could only express their praise and shock with applause. Li Xiangge was completely reconciled. She stared blankly at He Ci who was standing there, her eyes shining brightly.

Seeing that the atmosphere had almost calmed down, He Weidong said: "Even I can't do it! You will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the mountains and small things at a glance. Why not, your future is limitless!"

He Ci, who was in the spotlight, still couldn't believe that he had won against Si Xian.

He blinked, looked at the classmates around him, and said cowardly: "No, no invincible, how lonely—"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room roared with laughter, and the corners of Si Xian's mouth curled up crazily, really wanting to take such a cute little speech home and only show it to himself.

Then He Ci said again: "Hey, just kidding, I just like to recite poems since I was a child, especially the poems about "rain". Long ago—”