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Zhang Yu is a genius, and everyone in the class knows that he has made great achievements across the two worlds of literature and art. But what the people in the class didn't expect was that Zhang Yu was so talented that he was so exaggerated. The creation of poetry is not such a simple thing, and those who have done it know that it is difficult to sit still, racking their brains to rummage.

How can anyone in the world write if they want to, write it well, and one song is more exaggerated than the other. It's simply unimaginable. Everyone in the audience was shocked by Zhang Yu's genius to the point of speechlessness. Even Ge Wenhui himself felt a burst of powerlessness...... Compared with Zhang Yu, he is simply heaven and earth, not to mention a lifetime, even ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes, and he is difficult to match.

Zhang Yu saw that the room was quiet and a little strange...... He frowned and said, "What's wrong with you, why are you so quiet?" As he spoke, he looked at Tan Xiaonan again and said, "How about Tan Xiaonan!

Tan Xiaonan sighed and said, "Do I dare to say that I am not satisfied! Then I am too crazy." I'm satisfied! That's it. ”

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"Squad leader, write me one too!"

"I'm going to write me another one!"

"And me!

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The crowd in the class was surging for a while, and they all asked Zhang Yu to write a poem for himself. It can also be said that everyone has a feeling that after reading Zhang Yu's poems, the thing he wrote should not have been posted at all just now.

Zhang Yu did not refuse to come, and wrote more than 30 poems in one go, how to say that he is also a cow with 300 Tang poems as the backing, only a few dozen poems, drizzle! However, Zhang Yu's behavior of creating a dragon made the people in the class numb and unable to say anything. Almost everyone has the feeling that there are no geniuses in the world, but you haven't seen them. When a true genius stands in front of you, anyone who wants to challenge is full of powerlessness...... Because by the side of the sun, any starlight embellishment is meaningless.

Zhang Yu got everyone in need and uploaded all these poems. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay! That's it!"

Su Qianqian was speechless at this time, and said, "Can you do it, Zhang Yu! I think you have written too much and are numb." I haven't written it yet!"

The whole class burst into laughter.

Zhang Yu then remembered that he had been busy for a long time, and he hadn't done it yet. He said, "Oh, yes, how did I forget me, what should I write?" I'll write this. After speaking, he got up and wrote on the blackboard that the boy was worried that the boy didn't know what it was like to be sad and fell in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he said, "I'll just do this!"

The people in the class looked at the words on the blackboard and began to talk to each other again...... It seems quite controversial.

Fang Shuxing said: "Squad leader, although your writing is great. But it's not too snarky! If this is posted, it can't cause trouble!"

Zhao Zhijun said: "What's the trouble! Is there still a literary prison now? Don't let us speak!"

Li Jie said: "No, I think it's good. The word "boss" is very in-depth, and it can be seen by those old comrades who are always troublesome to us, don't spend a day doing these useless games, and think we are not tired enough!"

Wu Jie said: "What Li Jie said is so right! Boss, I support you, you just send this." ”

"Yes, so do I. ”

"It's so well written!"

"We've got your back!"

For a while, the class was constantly responding......

Su Qianqian said: "I don't think it's good! Although this poem is very well written, it is obviously contrary to the general policy of the competition, and it can be brushed down if it is done well." Why don't you write another one? ”

Tan Xiaonan also said: "I think what Qianqian said is right! Zhang Yu is like you, you can't learn fat people and a few of them to be so cynical every day! ”

Fat Wu rolled his eyes when he heard this, but he didn't say anything...... In fact, in his heart, he agrees now.

Lu Zhiquan said: "Boss, what the deputy squad and Commissioner Tan said are also right. If you are brushed down, will there be any place in the world to be reasonable? ”

The people in the class laughed. At the same time, I feel that if this Zhang Yu is brushed down, the style of this game will be too low.

When Zhang Yu heard this, he smiled and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I can be selected or not! I can't say that I can't write because I can't choose it." Say yes!"

The whole class laughed collectively.

"That's it! I'll leave it at that, not changing. Zhang Yuyou decided to write his poems on paper, then input them into the computer, send an email, and the submission was successful.

Zhang Yu sorted out the manuscripts on the table and stacked them neatly, which can be regarded as a complete completion of this political task.

In the afternoon, Han Shaoli was busy with her class before coming to class 12. After entering the house, he looked at Su Qianqian and said, "Su Qianqian, has the submission of your class been completed?"

Su Qianqian said, "It's done! That's what you put on the podium!"

Han Shaoli didn't expect that Class 12 was quite fast, and she thought that she might not be able to do it now. He nodded with satisfaction, came to the podium, and flipped through the manuscript on the table...... Soon, she was more and more surprised, and then she was almost dumbfounded.

It's really fake! This is written by Class 12? The level is so high! It's more than 100 streets away from your own class, no, you can't put them together at all! It's basically heaven and earth.

Han Shaoli looked at it in surprise for a long time before she looked up and said, "Su Qianqian! These are all contributions from your class?"

"That's right!" Su Qianqian said.

"How can your class write so well!" Han Shaoli heard this answer, and said in surprise while flipping through the manuscript: "I really didn't expect it! Your poetry level is so high." I can't believe it!"

Of course, the whole class knew what was going on. Instead, they laughed en masse! No one has debunked the mystery.

Wu Jie said in a loud voice: "Teacher Han! It can be seen that from this poetry contest, the cultural heritage of our class is seriously underestimated. In this competition, under the leadership of the squad leader, we took out all our strength, and it can also be said that we racked our brains and pondered hard to have these works now. In case we make it to the next round, is there any reward for the school?"