"Okay, the matter of the ancient poetry contest, I think it's decided. Zhou Luoxia, He Qihao, the two of you must prepare carefully for the competition in the past few days, and strive to find time to memorize more ancient poems, focusing on Tang poems and Song poems. ”

Long Piaopiao said, and was about to leave, when suddenly Kong Shucheng stood up with a "whoosh", and raised his hand and said, "Teacher!"

Everyone looked at him.

Long Piaopiao also turned around: "Kong Shucheng, do you have anything else?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing, I just want to ask, is anyone can sign up for the Mayor's Cup Ancient Poetry Contest?"

Long Piaopiao paused: "You also want to participate?"

"Well, yes. ”

"No, absolutely not!"

Kong Shucheng: "........."

In his mind, the little brother's "A Thousand Miles Away" immediately echoed.

Perhaps feeling that the refusal just now was a bit fierce, Long Piaopiao also coughed lightly, and changed a relatively kind expression: "Kong Shucheng, it's a good thing to want to participate in the competition, but this 'Mayor's Cup' ancient poetry contest is more serious." ”

"Teacher, I'm also serious. ”

“.........”

Long Piaopiao took a deep breath, trying to keep himself in a state of emotional control. After all, class is over, and there will be other teachers passing by outside, and she doesn't want to roar in public, which is easy to lose fans.

"Kong Shucheng, don't be funny anymore. Regarding the matter of the Ancient Poetry Competition, President Liu will personally inquire about it. Therefore, if your language score is less than 120 this time, I do not recommend you to participate. Oh yes, Kong Shucheng, how much did you score in the Chinese test?"

Knowingly asking and sprinkling salt on wounds is Long Piaopiao's usual trick.

"But, teacher, I feel that my attainments in ancient poetry are okay. ”

The class laughed.

There is no way, so far, Kong Shucheng can only bite the bullet.

Otherwise, the system has to consider changing hosts, which is a matter of human life. Compared to a small life, what is a small face?

Long Piaopiao frowned.

Liu Ming, who was next to him, didn't know whether he was dead or alive: "Ah Cheng, I have never seen such a brazen person." ”

+1 for class laughter

Kong Shucheng: "Teacher, I really want to go to the competition. ”

Long Piaopiao snorted, and also came to the fighting spirit, she looked at Kong Shucheng again, and then sneered: "Kong Shucheng, you said that your attainments in ancient poetry are okay. Very good, I'm going to test you now, and if you can answer it, I'll let you go to the school audition right away. ”

Kong Shucheng: "........."

I didn't expect that to participate in an on-campus audition, you have to roll a nail board.

The heartbeat raced in vain.

Long Piaopiao: "Kong Shucheng, listen well." 'The villain is shameless, and he values profit over death. If you don't punish others, you don't care about things. 'Excuse me, who is the author of this poem?'

Kong Shucheng: "........."

The class was quiet.

Kong Shucheng stood upright, not only his brain hurt, but his heart also collapsed. He knew that this was a cursed poem, and it was a few unpopular. As a graduate of the Chinese Department, Long Piaopiao just wants to use this verse to refer to Sang and scold Huai and humiliate him.

Long Piaopiao saw that he was silent, so he smiled proudly: "Kong Shucheng, if you can tell who the author of this poem is, I will report your name, otherwise, you don't have to talk about your ancient poetry attainments, I think you can play games." ”

Kong Shucheng was anxious.

Call system, call system!

However, at the critical moment, the system did not react at all, and hibernated.

Just when he was in despair, Zhou Luoxia, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, suddenly coughed lightly, and then gently moved a leather notebook to the corner of the table. Kong Shucheng looked at it fixedly, and saw a few words written on the unfolded notebook.

After a few breaths, Long Piaopiao said: "Kong Shucheng, since you can't answer, then I can't let you go." ”

She was a little proud, and she turned around and was about to leave, but Kong Shucheng said loudly: "Teacher, I know, the author of this poem is called ......... Shao Yong. ”

Long Piaopiao's body trembled slightly: "Hey, I didn't expect to be blinded by you." Okay, so tell me about it, what's the name of this poem?"

Damn, backtracking. As I said earlier, as long as you can name the author of the poem.

When Kong Shucheng was helpless, he saw three more words on the notebook diagonally opposite.

Kong Shucheng was relieved and replied loudly: "The Villain's Yin." ”

Long Piaopiao trembled again: "Which dynasty is he from?"

After Kong Shucheng glanced at it for the third time, he replied in seconds: "Song Dynasty." ”

“.........”

Long Piaopiao was finally speechless. Just now, in front of the whole class, she kept giving Kong Shucheng a set, and she was about to insult Sven. If she continues to make trouble like this, it is estimated that some people will say that she is untrustworthy.

After a pause, Long Piaopiao finally nodded and agreed to let Kong Shucheng participate in the audition of the ancient poetry competition.

However, she also made a special statement: "It's just an on-campus audition." ”

The class is quiet.

Three seconds later, there was a round of applause.

Liu Ming secretly gave Kong Shucheng a thumbs up: "Awesome, brother, are you hanging!?"

Kong Shucheng shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak, just smiled at Zhou Luoxia's back.

In the corner of the desk, the brown notebook was put away by her at some point.

..................

However, things are far from being as simple as Kong Shucheng thought.

He recommended himself to participate in the "Mayor's Cup" ancient poetry contest, and after a morning of fermentation, it immediately became the biggest joke on campus.

"Isn't it? Kong Shucheng is also going to participate in the competition? Is he relying on his height? Does he think the ancient poetry contest is a new Silk Road model contest? The guy who only scored 85 points in the Chinese language test dares to go, is he too much Pantene? Why is he so confident?"

"Yes, is he going to serve tea and water, or is he meditating and going to Zen?"

"Don't worry, he just went to participate in the audition, and he definitely won't be able to get out of school. If there is no green leaf, how can the red of safflower come from? In my opinion, he is there to accompany the exam. ”

"Yes. Think about it, as long as the ghost animals in the sophomore 0 class come out, how can we still do it in ordinary classes, and directly reduce the dimensionality. ”

"Well, as long as the people in class 0 of the second year of high school come out, not to mention Kong Shucheng, even Zhou Luoxia in their class is estimated to be wiped out together. Hey, both Shengyu and He Shengliang, I want to take a golden AK and surprise those guys in class 0 of high school. ”

"Damn, why are you so bad-hearted? If you want me to say, people in class 0 of the second year of high school can always appease people's hearts more than Kong Shucheng to win awards, right? If Kong Shucheng can win the award, then it is called an unspoken rule of red fruit. ”

"Speaking of unspoken rules, I do remember them. Kong Shucheng is a kid, although he is a bit skinny, but he still has a small face. Moreover, the teacher in charge of the audition this time is their homeroom teacher Long Piaopiao, so I have a bold idea........."

"Damn, isn't that a bit over-the-top of your mind? Hahahaha!"

"Well, I've decided. If Kong Shucheng can participate in the ancient poetry contest, I will also hug the dragon's fluttering thighs. ”

.........

On campus, there are endless discussions about the "Mayor's Cup" ancient poetry conference.

Kong Shucheng was suddenly pushed to the forefront and became the target of ridicule.

No one would believe that Kong Shucheng, who has mediocre qualifications, can be successfully promoted. Just like no one would believe that a skinny lost lamb could pass through the vast prairie of lions and wolves without incident.