Ye Xuan got up early the next day and exercised in his room.
"Ding! Exercise, physical fitness +1..."
"Ding! Exercise, physical fitness +1..."
The system prompts kept ringing in his ears, and Ye Xuan felt very excited when he heard them.
Half an hour later, Ye Xuan stopped. He opened his clothes and saw an abdominal muscle taking shape.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan touched his abdominal muscles and laughed.
"When my eight-pack abs are all formed, wow, my figure is really perfect. If the girls in the class find out, they will probably have nosebleeds from excitement."
As a man, when I think about being popular with girls, the pleasure brought by sexual intercourse is really unstoppable.
Then Ye Xuan took a bath. Now simply washing his face and taking a bath can no longer improve Ye Xuan's appearance attribute points, so Ye Xuan doesn't waste time here.
After eating breakfast, Ye Xuan went to school.
At this time, in the first grade class of Suzulan Middle School, many male students had obvious dark circles under their eyes and looked tired, lying on the table without wanting to move.
"What's wrong with you? Your dark circles are so serious. Didn't you sleep last night?"
"Forget it, I went to bed last night and got ready to sleep. Who knew that I accidentally saw a novel on Qidu Novel Network. I saw that the score was pretty good, so I clicked in and read it."
"My dear, I can't stop reading this. This is the most enjoyable novel I have read so far, especially the line about thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to west of Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty!"
"Damn it, it turns out you're also watching Battle Through the Sky."
"Isn't it? This fight against the sky is so beautiful, it makes my blood boil."
"Wow, wow, isn't it? I wanted to read it again, but then I was so excited that I couldn't sleep."
Many male classmates who were extremely sleepy suddenly found a soulmate when they heard that there were many people like them.
"The Fight Against the Sphere is so good. My mind is filled with this novel now."
"Isn't it? I really hope the author will update it soon."
Ye Xuan walked into the classroom at this time. When he learned that many classmates were deeply attracted by Dou Po Cang Qiong, a faint smile appeared on his face, and a sense of superiority and pride arose spontaneously.
"If you knew that this Battle of the Sky was written by me, you would probably be shocked." Ye Xuan thought to himself.
"Ring, ring, ring..." At this time, the school bell rang.
This class was a Chinese class. I saw Chen Hong walking in, looking at many classmates, and then said: "We will not give lectures in this class today. Let's write an essay."
Chen Hong took out a glass of water and put it on the podium, and then said: "Use this glass of water as the theme, use your imagination, and write an excellent essay."
"If the essay you write is excellent, it will be published on the school bulletin board. Not only that, you will also have the opportunity to win a place in this year's essay competition."
As soon as Chen Hong's words came out, many students started talking about it. This essay competition is as famous as the mathematics competition. Every year, many students rack their brains in order to participate in the essay competition.
Chen Hong's eyes finally fell on Ye Xuan, a man who could compose such an excellent poem in seven steps on the spot. She also wanted to see if Ye Xuan could perform another amazing performance.
"By the way, I want to announce something, that is, the "Poetry in Seven Steps" written by Ye Xuan has been selected by the school's literary magazine, so this "Poetry in Seven Steps" will appear in this issue of the literary magazine."
"Not only that, I have recommended "Seven-step Poetry" to the Poetry and Song Association. Once accepted, this poem will be promoted by counties, cities, provinces and even the country, and may even appear in future textbooks.
"
"Wow——"
The whole place was in an uproar.
The students present were all shocked. The "Seven-Step Poetry" written by Ye Xuan will appear in textbooks in the future. What kind of concept is this? It is simply amazing!
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Many students were shocked and yelled.
"I'll go! This, this Ye Xuan is too awesome."
"Yeah, it's really unbelievable. It may appear in future Chinese textbooks. This is so damn powerful."
"The same people, the same nine-year compulsory education, how can this Ye Xuan be so outstanding!"
"Hey, Ye Xuan is so awesome. He is truly an omnipotent male god."
"As expected of my favorite male idol, he is so outstanding."
"Wow, wow, I'm so envious of the monitor. It would be great if Ye Xuan were my boyfriend."
The girls in the class once again became Ye Xuan's little fans, and all of them became nymphomaniacs. They kept looking at Ye Xuan, wishing they could hold Ye Xuan in their arms.
Liu Yiyi looked very excited. She was proud of Ye Xuan and Ye Xuan.
"Ah Xuan is really great. Even if Ah Xuan's poems are not selected successfully, it is already very powerful to be able to do this."
Zhao Long and others looked unhappy. The more powerful Ye Xuan was, the more everyone's attention was focused on Ye Xuan.
"Damn it, what's going on with Ye Xuan? Why do I feel like he's cheating?" Zhao Long cursed very unhappily.
The more outstanding Ye Xuan is, the more other girls in the class will turn to Ye Xuan, especially Liu Yiyi. This really makes Zhao Long feel more uncomfortable the more he thinks about it.
"Everyone, be quiet. Let's start writing now." Chen Hong's words made everyone wake up.
Chen Hong sat on a chair, then picked up a book and read it slowly.
"Ding! The host thinks, strategizes +1..."
"Ding! The host will review the questions and your language skills will be +1..."
"Ding! Trigger primary strategist."
"Ding! Intermediate Chinese language skills have been triggered and we are looking for corresponding topics..."
"Ding! Search completed, transmitting..."
The next second, a composition appeared in Ye Xuan's mind, which fit the theme of a glass of water.
Ye Xuan adjusted it, then started writing.
Although Chen Hong was reading the book, she still paid attention to Ye Xuan from time to time, and other students also began to write compositions.
Twenty minutes passed quickly. Chen Hong put down the book in her hand and walked towards Ye Xuan's position.
Coming behind Ye Xuan, Chen Hong saw that Ye Xuan was almost finished, and there was elegance between the lines. Ye Xuan's handwriting was very good.
The calligraphy and painting, with silver hooks, are sophisticated rather than elegant, and look full of the charm of Chinese characters.
When Chen Hong saw this word, a flash of appreciation flashed in her eyes. The wording is good, which can increase a lot of impression points.
"I wonder how his composition will turn out and whether it will be more eye-catching." Chen Hong thought to herself, inadvertently filled with a trace of expectation. (To be continued)