Could it be that this poem was really written by this stinky man?

This...how is this possible?

How could such a good poem be written by this stinky man on the other side?

Does he have this ability?

"Hey, are you really sure and sure that this poem was really written by you?"

Lin Meixin still didn't believe it at this time. She didn't believe that such a good poem was written by this stinky man on the other side.

Even someone as smart as her can't write such a good poem, let alone the stinky man opposite her.

"Isn't this nonsense you said? I didn't write this poem, did you write it?"

"I am as talented and beautiful as me, elegant as a handsome man, gentle and elegant, fresh and handsome as well as extraordinary, talented and elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, handsome, sunny and elegant, heroic, diligent and hardworking, unlimited prospects, outstanding appearance, wise and low-key, talented, knowledgeable, polite, talented, talented, talented, talented, and handsome, resourceful, extraordinary, and majestic, all men who write such poems?"

Lin Meixin really didn't expect that this man was so shameless and could say such shameless words.

But to be honest, if this poem was really written by the stinky man on the opposite side, then the stinky man on the opposite side is really talented.

God is really too unfair, why do you have to give such a good talent to such a stinky man?

What else is this stinky man's mouth is a little more shameless than others.

It's a pity that God actually gave such a good talent to such a virgin.

"I have returned to Shuomo and have been fighting for several generations; if I were to judge fame and fame, I would be together with Wei Huo. It is amazing, this is simply amazing, my brother, and Brother Fan is simply a poem!"

"Brother Fan, you are really awesome. You can write such a good poem. To be honest, my admiration for you is simply endless, just like the Yellow River flooding, and it's out of control!"

“66666666666!”

"If there were brother Fan in ancient times, there would be more than 300 poems in Tang Dynasty. If Li Bai had not died early, the name of the immortal poet might not be guaranteed. The jokes were met everywhere, and the lewd poems and lyrics were written casually.

If I hadn't been born in this era, I would have dreamed of fighting Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty."

"Good! Although this comment has only one word, it is enough to express my deep indignation and deep emotions. It can be said that it is concise and concise. Every word is rich, every word is heart-wrenching and tear-jerking. It can be seen that I have a solid writing skills and my writing skills with ease. Then I end with an exclamation mark, the finishing touch, the wonderful brushwork is full of flowers, and the artistic conception is profound. It corresponds to the previous text, sublimated the theme, and expresses my emotions to the fullest, giving people infinite touch and melancholy!"

"Since ancient times, talents have been produced on the Internet, and quatrains of the ages can be readily used. If I had not been born in the new era, how could Li Taibai of the Tang Dynasty come from? If there were netizens in the Tang Dynasty, there would be more than 300 Tang poems. It's a blessing that Li Bai died early, otherwise the reputation of the poems would be difficult to protect. I'm just because I have no culture and can only praise them from the top to the bottom..."

"Awesome, awesome, it's really awesome. This is simply awesome and awesome to open the door for awesome--it's so awesome!"

...

Beijing

A classroom

Wang Gang is a sophomore at Peking University. Tonight he is attending a Chinese studies course by a relatively well-known professor in the School of Literature.

However, Chinese studies like this are usually slut classes. Everyone is either playing with their mobile phones or staring blankly. Few people are listening to the class carefully.

After all, in everyone's subconscious, this kind of class is used to relax. Whoever is idle will listen carefully here if you have nothing to do.

Wang Gang is a game enthusiast. He likes to play games the most when he is fine.

At this time, he was watching the live broadcast of the Langya platform on his mobile phone.

At this time, the number of online users in Lin Meixin's live broadcast room had exceeded 4 million, which can be said to have broken the record of the highest number of online users when the adult anchors on the Langya Live broadcast platform live.

"The mountains and valleys go to Jingmen, and there is still a village in Mingfei. Once you go to Zitai and Shuomo, you can leave your home alone towards dusk. You can draw pictures to see the spring breeze, and you can return to the moonlit night soul.

The pipa is used as Hu language for thousands of years, and it is clear that the resentment is discussed in the song."

"Hiss, a very good poem. How did this man write it? It's so talented, it's simply awesome. This man is sure that this man is just an anchor? When did the anchor be so talented!"

Wang Gang was also watching the live broadcast at this time and couldn't help but be surprised.

Peking University is one of the best universities in the country. As a student of Peking University, although he is not a major in literature, he still has the ability to appreciate poetry at the minimum.

No matter what, he still scored very high in the college entrance examination Chinese, otherwise he would not have come to the school of Peking University.

At this time, he could see this poem at a glance. It was really great and amazing.

Even at this time, Wang Gang had an illusion that this poem was no less than some poems written by Li Taibai.

When did game anchors become so awesome these days?

"Wang Gang, stand up for me, what are you doing? Are you playing with your phone again? You dare to play with your phone in my class. Do you want to fail the exam?"

"Did you recite the song Yulouchun that I asked you to recite last time? Hurry up and recite it for me. If you can't recite it, you have to be careful during the final exam!"

As a professor at the School of Literature of Peking University and vice president of the China Poetry Association, Li Wenhua has a deep study of poetry.

You should know that in normal times, I don’t know how many people want to listen to him and fail to teach. As a result, these students have such a good opportunity to come to him to give a lecture, and they are still playing with their mobile phones absent-mindedly. It’s really hateful!

This is simply because one is in a blessing without knowing the blessing.

The young students today are really becoming less and less arrogant.

Mobile phones, mobile phones, all day long, and you can’t live without your phone, as if you will die if you leave your phone.

It is because of this damn mobile phone that few young people nowadays have calmed down to learn.

Wang Gang hadn't reacted at the beginning, but he was pushed by the classmate next to him and found out that he had been named by the teacher at this time.

It's over, it's over, it's really over now.

This is what Wang Gangshishi thought in his heart at this moment.

Wang Gang didn't expect that he was so unlucky this time, and he was so coincidental named by this teacher.

It's over. If I can't answer this question, I might have to fail the final exam.

Oh, no     no, he definitely doesn’t fail the exam.

"I……"

He didn't recite the Yulouchun mentioned by this teacher at all. How could he be able to answer?

It's over, it's really over now!

what to do?

what to do?

What should I do?

"What are you? As a big man, don't hesitate when speaking. Just memorize Yulouchun, which I taught in the last class. Don't tell you that such a simple poem is not prepared yet. Isn't this just a mouthful? You are students from Peking University, but you are all the best students in the country. You can't even recite a poem, right?"

"Or you all think that my Chinese studies course is not important, so you just want to learn it, and if you don't want to learn it, I just want to know if you are too careless when you learn your professional courses? Or are you just bullying me alone? I tell you that I will just recite this poem today. If you can't recite it..."

Li Wenhua's words immediately made the students in the classroom wake up.

This time they found out that Li Wenhua was really angry.

These students who were not named were very lucky. Fortunately, they were not named, otherwise they would have been finished.

Seeing Wang Gang standing up and his face turned red and unable to answer the question, although they were very sympathetic, but I will die for a fellow Taoist.

Although Wang Gang sacrificed himself, he finally saved the whole class.

As the saying goes, if you don’t go to hell, who will go to hell? Now that the king has just entered hell for them, they don’t have to go to hell again.

"I……"

"The mountains and valleys go to Jingmen, and there is still a village in Mingfei. Once you go to Zitai and Shuomo, you can leave your home alone towards dusk. You can draw pictures to see the spring breeze, and you can return to the moonlit night soul.

The pipa is used as Hu language for thousands of years, and it is clear that the resentment is discussed in the song."

At this time, Wang Gang was extremely anxious and frightened, and he couldn't help but recite the poem he had heard while watching the live broadcast.

When Li Wenhua heard this poem at this time, he was shocked.

When he just heard the first line of this poem, he thought that Wang Gang was talking nonsense, and what he memorized was not what he talked about in the last class.

He was about to scold this guy hard, but when the guy recited the second line of poetry, he was shocked.

What kind of poem is this?

As an expert who has studied ancient Chinese poetry for so many years, why hasn't he heard of this poem?

If such a good poem really appeared, he would never have heard of it.

"This...what is the poem you just mentioned called? Who wrote it?"

Li Wenhua was very excited at this time and ran down from the podium, ran to Wang Gang, grabbed his arm, and asked with excitement on his face.

"I... the teacher, please don't let my subjects go. I promise that as long as it is your class in the future, I will definitely study hard and listen carefully. I will never play other things!"

At this time, Wang Gang saw Li Wenhua suddenly rushing down from the podium and grabbed his arm directly. He was so scared.

Wang Gang was not only very scared at this time, did he say that he had said something wrong just now?

No way?

No way?

Didn’t you really say something wrong just now?

He read out a poem he had just learned from this anchor, and he did nothing except doing this.

As for this professor being so excited, would he really have to fail his subject?

No, no, he won't be so miserable, right?

Do you say that I didn’t read the almanac when I went out today, so I was so infamous?

"Now I'm asking you whether you failed the subject or not. I'm asking where this poem comes from. Don't tell me that this poem was written by you. Don't know you students yet? If you have such skills, no, you will never have such skills!"

"Let me tell me where did you get this poem from? If you can't say it today, I will really fail you!"

Li Wen's words immediately scared Wang Gang: "I said I'm not good enough? Teacher, don't be wrong with my subject. This poem was learned from an anchor when I was watching the live broadcast. This poem seemed to be written by him, and it seemed to be a poem about Wang Zhaojun's story. I know so much, but I really don't know the others!"

"Well, there seems to be another poem, which has been restored to the desolation of the whole body, and has been fighting for several generations. If we are talking about fame and fame, we will almost be the same as Wei Huo. This poem seems to be what the anchor said just now. As for the rest, I really don't know anything else. Teacher, please give me a break because I am so honest and explain everything I should explain. You must not let me fail the exam!"

At this time, Wang Gang quickly chatted a lot, saying everything he could say when he saw it in the live broadcast.

As long as the professor does not fail a major subject today, anything he says is good.

"I have returned to the desert and have been fighting for several generations; if we are talking about fame and fortune, we are almost the same as Wei Huo. It is much worse than the poem just now, but it is also a slightly good poem!"

"Anchor? What? What did you say? This poem was actually written by an anchor?"

After hearing Wang Gang's words, Li Wenhua seemed to hear a ridiculous joke in this world.

When did anchors become so talented these days?

Are anchors so high these days?

Even such a good poem can be written.

Thinking of this, Li Wenhua was not only a little sad.

To be honest, even the professors of the School of Literature of Peking University and the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association cannot write such poems.

"Teacher, I really didn't lie to you about this poem. It was really what an anchor said during the live broadcast just now. It's all true. What I said is true. You must believe what I said. You must be proud of your efforts and never fail me!"

At this time, Wang Gang saw the professor's questioning look on his face, as if he didn't believe what he said just now, and hurriedly explained.

This is a matter of whether you fail the subject or not. You must explain this matter clearly.

Otherwise, the professor would not believe his words and would fail the exam. He would really want to cry at that time and would have no place to cry.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Look at whether an anchor can write such a good poem. As a student of our Peking University, you are still crying and worried about the failure of the subject. It's really embarrassing. Don't you feel a little ashamed?"

"Oh, even you students are really good. I, a vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, come to teach you every day, but you can't even write a decent poem. A host can casually say a few famous quotes from all ages. Look at this host and see yourself. Why is the gap between the same people so big?"

At this time, Li Wenhua looked at the students in the classroom and said a little disappointed.

Although he could not write such poems, it did not prevent him from teaching this group of students a lesson.

At this time, other students in the classroom suddenly felt like they were sitting at home and the pot came from the sky.
Chapter completed!