Hu Jiao was speechless, the applause of the people at the scene said everything, Feng Han's performance won everyone's recognition, even if Hu Jiao wanted to mess around at this time, what poems were written in general, and there was no literary nature, no one would respond to her.

At this time, all Hu Jiao could do was to point at Zeng Lexin and say, "You are his teacher, you can't have discussed it a long time ago!"

"Shut up!" said the fat-headed and big-eared Vice Principal Gao in a fierce voice, "You are still a media worker, don't you even know this person, this is our Wucheng Zeng Lexin City Lord!

"Ah, city lord?!" Not only Hu Jiao was dumbfounded, but many nerds who only knew how to study were also dumbfounded, a person who was engaged in politics could be so beautiful!?

Hmph, you want to trick me into studying liberal arts again!

Zeng Lexin glanced at Hu Jiao's work card and said indifferently, "Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly, I've heard of this magazine before, it seems that our agency is also subscribing to it, right?"

"Yes. Yu Tong replied, in addition to some official newspapers and periodicals, organs at all levels will also subscribe to some leisure reading materials to enrich the amateur cultural life of the staff of the organs.

Zeng Lexin wrote lightly, "Then don't order it from now on." ”

"Good. Yu Tong wrote it down.

Hu Jiao was struck by lightning, although this is not a big order, but this is the honor of Dongyang literature and art, it is a talisman, without this, the voice of Dongyang literature and art will be much weaker in the future!

If you let Editor-in-Chief Shi know after you go back, then you don't want to mess around!

"City Lord, I'm sorry, I don't know, I really don't know, it's all because I don't usually watch the news broadcast properly, I know it's wrong!" Hu Jiao squeezed her eyes vigorously, trying to squeeze out a tear or two to increase her remorse.

However, the acting skills are not up to par!

Zeng Lexin pointed at Feng Han, "What you should say I'm sorry for is him, relying on his identity as a media person, deliberately trying to slander a teenage child, do you still have a little conscience as a media person." ”

"Yes, yes, yes~" Hu Jiao only lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

"I highly recommend you change jobs. ”

"Yes, yes...... Huh?"

"Alright, you go down, I want to say a few words. Zeng Lexin didn't want to talk nonsense with a small person, she looked at Feng Han and was very thoughtful.

"Hello everyone, I am Zeng Lexin, Dongyang No. 1 Middle School is also the place where I used to study and live, your Dugu principal is still my Dugu teacher, and I am also your big sister. ”

Zeng Lexin smiled and fell in love with the city, and the beauty made people feel no pressure, it was very comfortable to watch, hearing her words, everyone laughed, what a lovely city lord, from now on the road to fans!

"I'm not stammering, I'm just saying I'm not young, just now...... Feng Han's classmates, he wrote "Compassion for Nong" The students present because they were young and had not done much farm work in the fields, so they didn't have much feeling, I was born in history, and I knew the hardships of ancient farmers, and I also went to the ground when I was a child, planted rice, and on the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass under the soil is a portrayal of my embarrassed appearance at that time, I felt fun at first, and then I was all sad. ”

"Even now, the life of farmers is not so easy and comfortable, students can attend classes in clean and tidy classrooms, white-collar workers work in high-end and luxurious office buildings, but farmers do the hardest and most tiring work, take the lowest income, and pay all our food, should we respect the fruits of their labor?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"A must!"

The city lord's sister has a hard time, and the person who wins the heart will soften.

Feng Han couldn't get up, and applauded with his classmates.

Zeng Lexin said, "I prefer the last two sentences, who knows that Chinese food is hard work, if you can put these two lines of poetry deep in your heart, every time you think about it when you eat, I think everyone will definitely eat every grain of rice in their rice bowl, right?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"All right!"

A group of little fans have been circled by the city lord's sister, and their fanaticism is comparable to that of fans.

Zeng Lexin looked at Principal Dugu, "Teacher Lonely, can you make this poem into a sign and hang it in the cafeteria." ”

"Do you want to do that?" Dugule pointed to the famous quotes on the wall of the cafeteria, including Wang Bo's "Confidant in the Sea and the End of the World", Zhuge Liang's "Bow to the end of the world and die", and the former patriotic poet Sima Xiao's "......"

They are all famous figures in history, and everyone has portraits, and they have birth and death years, Zeng Lexin feels that it is not appropriate.

"It's better to treat it differently, but don't make it an ordinary cheap warning slogan, although the poet is very young, we still have to treat poetry with respect. ”

Lao Dugu nodded, thinking about whether to take a photo of Feng Han, make it black and white, solemn, write Min Nong below, and enlarge it in the center of the canteen.

"In addition to Dongyang No. 1 Middle School, I would suggest that all schools and government canteens in the city hang this poem in a prominent position to warn everyone at the moment to cherish food and respect labor!"

In the last sentence, Zeng Lexin said sonorously and powerfully, and the applause on the scene was even more enthusiastic, more for Zeng Lexin, and some people applauded Feng Han, this is a supreme glory, and if he is a Wucheng official in the future, he will know his name for Feng Han!

Zeng Lexin pressed, "Okay, my meal has been eaten, and the school cafeteria is still just as delicious, eh, why do you have this expression, it's really good, you eat slowly, and then study hard, I wish you all can be admitted to the ideal university!"

The students applauded and the reporters took pictures, and Zeng Lexin's visit today was a success.

Lao Dugu beckoned to Feng Han, so Feng Han also went out, Zeng Lexin had something to say to Feng Han, "What I just said, put your poems in all the canteens, what do you think?"

"Take it, take it, take it. ”

"Then thank you, this year's municipal three good students, there will be a place for you. Zeng Lexin said that this is also an exchange.

"Thank you, City Lord. Feng Han didn't refuse.

Seeing that Feng Han was neither humble nor arrogant when he spoke, although it was a good thing, he was worried that such a genius was too arrogant, and the sword was too strong, and sometimes it was easy to cut himself.

So Zeng Lexin deliberately attacked, "You are indeed very talented, and you can make such a far-reaching poem in a short period of time, but you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, don't be complacent." ”

You know, you have a very slippery calligraphy in the city lord's calligraphy.

Seeing that Feng Han still didn't look like he was being taught with an open mind, Zeng Lexin said again, "I know that a peer of yours is not below you in talent." ”

"Oh?" Feng Han was a little interested, "What does he call him?"

"Han Han!"

Feng Han almost didn't fall off the steps, could it be that this one also passed through like himself, "Haven't you asked that classmate Han what his masterpiece is?"

It's not going to be a triple gate, is it?

Zeng Lexin: "Burrow!"

Feng Han didn't fall, but Principal Dugu stumbled.

"It's him!"