There was no food at hand, so Yu Tong's idle mouth had to speak.

It turned out that the genius and his father were from the literary circle, and then a reporter suspected that he was ghostwritten by his parents. Yu Tong looked at the boss who was gnawing on the chicken nuggets and said.

"Then that day, he said that he had read a lot of books, so it was easy to write essays and poems, and he also said that he could memorize all Tang poems and all Xuanci, and he had those things in his head, and he naturally exported them, wow, this breath~"

Boss Zeng has vomited several chicken bones, and it tastes good.

"Then the group of reporters asked him questions, wow, no matter what poems he asked, he could answer them, the last sentence is nothing, the next sentence is nothing, the next sentence is nothing, many of them are poems that he has never heard of, and he can also tell the life of the poet, as if he has a computer in his head!"

Looking at the boss's oily lips, Yu Tong's vegetarian dish finally came.

Zeng Lexin elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Yu Tong, "Talk while eating~"

Running out of appetite, Yu Tong pushed her plate, "I'd better finish first." ”

"That female reporter is really not a good person, the little genius showed such a hand, everyone was convinced, several girls almost fainted, she said that this can only show that he has a good memory, and a good memory does not mean that he can write good poetry works. When she said this, Yu Tong had obvious emotional colors, she was quite cold!

Zeng Lexin asked, "Xiaoyu, have you seen any media of that reporter?"

"See it clearly, Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly. Yu Tong said.

"That makes sense," Duguqin snorted, "This Feng Han's stepfather Han Shiqun used to be the editor-in-chief of Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly, and now he is on his own, and the relationship between the two sides is very unpleasant. ”

"Then does this classmate's stepfather really have the talent of ghostwriting?" Zeng Lexin asked Principal Dugu.

"Uh," Lao Dugu and Han Shiqun are friends, so they can't tell lies, "Although I haven't seen him study poetry in particular, he is indeed very accomplished in writing." ”

Zeng Lexin wiped his hands, "That does exist this possibility, and the other party can be regarded as targeted, but he is deliberately suffocating." ”

Yu Tong was anxious, "City Lord, people are just children, composing poems on the spot in front of so many people, how easy is it, can't you do it, can you say that people are ghostwriters, there is no reason for this!"

Dugu is also on his friend's side, "That's right!"

Zeng Lexin, "Maybe it's not enough for him to be a genius, I know a person who seems to be Dongyang, and he is also sixteen or seventeen, and he once made a very good prose on the spot, and I can still recite it." ”

Yu Tong knew that she was talking about "The Burrow" written by Han Han, listening to Jiao Qifeng, it was also an on-site composition, although he didn't see it, presumably his genius would definitely not let him be this today.

Duguqin became interested, "Oh, yes, is it from our school?"

"Then it's not clear, anyway, I live in Dongyang, my name is Han Han, does Teacher Dugu have an impression?"

"If it's a literary genius, I should definitely know, but I really don't know about Han Han you said. Duguqin shook his head.

"That may have been a school in Wucheng, but my father admired him a lot. Zeng Lexin smiled.

"Oh oh, that's definitely not ordinary!" Dugu Qin, as Zeng Lexin's head teacher, knew her relationship with Zeng Guangxian, otherwise there would not have been the transaction that made him proud to this day.

Zeng Lexin smiled, "Let's go, let's go over and take a look, if someone wants to make trouble, just blast it out, is it a sacred place like a school, is it for them to cheat me." ”

To put it mildly, but it is loud, Dugule actually saw the spirit of a tyrant from his former student, he has never been, oops, he is really not suitable to be an official~

When Zeng Lexin and a group of people came over, the people on the periphery all turned into quails, Ho, Principal Dugu, Principal Gao, Director Li, what day is today, the bigwigs have collectively dispatched!

Also, who is that beautiful big sister of their starry arch moon, how can she be so good-looking! I really want to turn into a floor tile under her high heels!

At this time, the classic pretending to slap the face plot has progressed to a white-hot stage.

Feng Han is not a person who likes to follow routines, so when the other party proposed to test his ability to do poetry on the spot, Feng Han directly went back.

"You are old, why should I write poems for you, although my poems are the same as those picked up for nothing, I will come when I open my mouth, but you are not worthy of someone like you!"

Reporters from other media hurriedly wrote that Feng Han's personality was a little unruly and perverse, and he embarrassed the reporters on the spot! And he admitted that he was a good export! The temperament he showed now was much better than that of the good boy just now, so that there was an explosion!

The female reporter's face blushed for a while, although she was acting obediently, but this kid spoke so badly, she was now fighting for herself!

"It's so nice, isn't it that you don't have the ability to compose poems on the spot, I have inquired, it seems that the poems you wrote when you took the exam in school are very ordinary and low-level, I will read you a poem, which was written when he took the regular exam, and it is very different from those written at home. ”

As she spoke, she took out a small note, laughed first and then read, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, for the sake of the next generation, you must fall in love!"

As soon as she finished reading it, the audience burst into laughter, this poem is so funny, it was only spread in a small area before, but now it is read aloud in public, and it is immediately remembered by the students present, especially the boys, and it will definitely be used when flirting with little girls in the future!

Feng Han smiled, "It's just my game, believe it or not, I still start with the first sentence, I can write a brand new poem." ”

Immediately, the big bear deer who completely trusted Feng Han shouted, "Write one!" "Let her dog eyes see! No, it's the dog's ears to listen!"

"Okay, you write!" the female reporter thought to herself, if you don't write well, I will kill you, if you write well, I can not admit it!

"Moonlight ...... in front of the bed"

Immediately, more than one person shouted, "Two pairs of shoes on the ground!"

Feng Han ignored them and continued, "It is suspected that it is frost on the ground." ”

Zeng Lexin on the periphery nodded, a little interesting.

"Look up at the bright moon and think of your hometown. Feng Han finished reading slowly, and the students present slowly figured out the five flavors, although the rhetoric is very ordinary, every word is known, every word is understood, but these combinations together have far-reaching meanings, strong chemical reactions, and homesickness is overflowing.

Good poetry, good poetry!

Several school leaders praised each other, but Zeng Lexin shook his head, this was obviously not done on the spot.

Sure enough, the female reporter also grasped this point, "There is no moon now, and you haven't left your hometown, I'm afraid it was written a long time ago." ”

"That's right~" Someone responded immediately.

Feng Han still couldn't get rid of suspicion, and when he saw that the female reporter was about to fan the wind again, he spoke first, "Put away your set, even if I'm blind, I can't write poems to you, so let's find the most beautiful girl in the cafeteria, and after getting my approval, let her come up with a topic, I'll write a poem for her, good poems match beautiful women, and you, no, match!"

Hearing this, Lu Youxi was nervous, what topic should he think of to stump him, and it seemed that he didn't mean to embarrass him~