Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen were staring at each other, Rao was in the heart that they had experienced countless winds and waves, and they were all shocked at this moment.

Qu Mingfeng's voice trembled: "How many songs?"

Wan Xiwen's lips trembled: "Ten ...... Thirteen, eight poems, five words. All of them are classic and good poems, and there are many catchy famous sentences. There are even a few articles that are no less than the "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" written by him on the Lantern Festival. It's nothing short of a miracle, an unimaginable miracle. ”

Qu Mingfeng gritted his teeth: "I already knew, I already knew...... This guy still has stock, but no matter how hard we try to get out of him, we've only gotten a few poems out of him. If it weren't for this accident this time, God knows when he would release these poems, and I'm afraid he would never have said that it was possible. ”

Wan Xiwen nodded in approval.

Neither of them believed that so many poems were created by Wang Huan temporarily, and it must have been his usual accumulation. Because I think of ordinary literati, there are a lot of works that practice writing. For example, Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen, the two of them have also written countless poems on weekdays, but they have not been announced.

......

Pomodoro Table.

The keynote speaker, Cheng Bing, explained Wang Huan's poems in extremely exaggerated words:

"Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water...... The words are beautiful, the sentences are classic, and they can be described as breathtaking. This poem not only makes readers feel desolate and tragic, but also creates a calm and quiet atmosphere, and reflects a lofty artistic conception and profound philosophy of life. The author tries to ......"

Before Cheng Bing could finish explaining, the director's voice came from the headset: "Old Cheng, Wang Huan has published poems again, look at the teleprompter." ”

Cheng Bing was shocked, so he had to hurriedly end the answer to this poem, look at the next poem again, and then racked his brains to analyze it in tension: "The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flows eastward to this point...... These two poems are written by the poet overlooking the confrontation between Tianmen Mountain and the river, and the river passes through Tianmen Mountain, and the water is turbulent, turbulent and swirling......"

"Lao Cheng, Wang Huan has published a new poem again. ”

The director's voice rang out again.

"I'll wipe it, can you take a breath!"

Cheng Bing almost scolded, he has been a lecturer in the literary world for so many years, and he has never been so busy. But while Cheng Bing secretly scolded, his heart was itchy, because he had never explained so many classic poems at one time.

It's just that every time he hasn't explained it yet, he is interrupted by the director.

This feeling of grievance, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

......

It's a pity that Cheng Bing didn't know that he just felt aggrieved. And now on the entire Internet, there are countless people with red eyes, clamoring everywhere to share the sky with Wang Huan.

"Wang Huan, I said it a long time ago, I advise you to be kind. ”

"Ahhh

"I was fed a mouthful of dog food by Wang Huan just now, and now I am being poured a belly of poison by him?"

"I said a long time ago that I would form a team to go to the Pudong Riverside, but no one responded, and now my intestines are all repentant, right?"

"I, Zhao Quan, swear here that I am inseparable from you Wang Huan!"

"A dozen poems...... But it seems that Brother Huan himself doesn't know? So who am I going to vent the anger in my heart? I'm very depressed, very depressed, you know?"

"Thank you Wang Huan, I am worried that there is no poetry appreciation material, and now there are so many at once, thank you so much - thanks from the Huanggang test question team. ”

"Upstairs, get out!"

At this moment, Qiqi and Wang Huan have completely raised their interest. One is happy to come out of the question, and the other is happy to answer the question.

Netizens have become numb.

Finally......

Qiqi asked another question: "Senior, I don't know if you have heard that there is a Yueyang Tower in the Yangtze River basin of your Hunan Province, which has a long history. ”

Wang Huan nodded: "Of course I know, I went there to play when I was a child." ”

Qiqi grinned: "I have seen photos of Yueyang Tower taken by someone on the Internet, and there are many inscriptions of literati and rioters on them. Since you are from Hunan Province, can you also write a poem to commemorate it?"

Wang Huan said: "In the past, I heard Dongting water, and now I go to Yueyang Tower...... But I've already written a lot of poems just now, and it's a bit boring to write it again, so why don't you change the routine?"

Thousands of students who were eavesdropping in the black-screen live broadcast room almost burst into tears when they heard Wang Huan's words.

You've finally stopped writing poetry!

Finally stopped writing!

They even have the urge to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

And then.

The next moment.

These netizens heard a word.

Wang Huan smiled: "Why don't I write a prose for Yueyanglou, hmm...... It's called "The Story of Yueyang Tower". ”

Prose?

What do you mean?

Don't!

You didn't write poetry, but changed it to prose?

A strong sense of foreboding rose in everyone's hearts.

So then, countless students ushered in their history of torment that was even darker than listening to poetry just now.

Sprinkle hundreds of words of prose!

Listening to every high school dog, I almost fainted.

Because the history of the parallel world is different, when Wang Huan recited this prose, he made a slight modification according to the history of his own world, which made people sound no sense of disobedience.

If Wang Huan's prose was written in general, these students would not have anything to worry about, but in the live broadcast room, with Wang Huan's recitation, many gods who are proficient in ancient literature began to brush the barrage.

"Connecting the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast soup soup, the endless horizon...... Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Another classic!"

"Oh my God, the prose is written to this height, absolutely. ”

"The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. A famous sentence through the ages!

The heart of the senior dog was shattered by these barrages.

Another classic?

And there are also famous sentences for the ages?

Isn't there a chance that they won't be able to escape this essay in the future?

I can't live this Valentine's Day!

Didn't they say that eavesdropping was exciting? What's the matter with them almost getting depressed after eavesdropping?

Everyone's ears heard Qiqi's voice again.

Everyone's heart trembled.

Qiqi's sweet voice originally sounded like a talisman in their ears at the moment.

Qiqi smiled sweetly: "Senior, the two of us went to Gan Province during the Qixi Festival last year. I remember that there is also a historical building in Gan Province, called Tengwang Pavilion. ”

Wang Huan snapped his fingers: "Simple! I'll give you another ......."

The voice fell.

Syllable!

"Masked prawns" exited the live broadcast room.

"Phantom Night" exited the live broadcast room.

"兮沫ぺ" exited the live broadcast room.

"厭世為王ブ" withdrew from the live broadcast room.

On February 14, 2020, it was later called the darkest Valentine's Day in history by netizens.

That night, throughout China, countless people were not crushed by the loneliness of a single dog, and they were not supported to death by other people's dog food, but because of their curious voyeurism, they were kicked into the bottomless abyss by Wang Huan......

There was a wail on the Internet.

(End of chapter)