Book friends who were ignited by the poem that is now in the dust, at this time, they have started to publish this poem in their own space, on the circle of friends, and on Weibo.

Some people noticed these poems, although they had not read the novel, but now, when they pondered it slightly, they felt extremely tasteful, and immediately this poem was directly on Weibo, and it spread in an instant.

At this time, some people feel that this poem is indeed very good, and when it is read, it is extremely flavorful.

The next day, An Changqiu got up from the bed and was walking towards the bathroom in a daze, but the voice of the system came from his ears, "Host, there is good news, I don't know if you want to hear it?"

"What good news, say it. ”

An Changqiu was still a little confused, and when he heard this, he only subconsciously responded, and there was not much fluctuation in his own emotions.

"From last night to now, the host has gained one hundred and fifty star points, congratulations to the host, and one step closer to the completion of the goal. ”

"One hundred and fifty star points?" An Changqiu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he felt a little dazed, but he suddenly sobered up slightly, and after washing his face with cold water, his head was even more sober.

"System, I heard it right, I got one hundred and fifty star points last night?"

"Yes!"

The voice of the system still did not have any emotion, but at this time to An Changqiu's ears, it was extremely beautiful, one hundred and fifty star points! This was the first time he had harvested so many star points, as soon as he thought of this, his heart was extremely excited.

Then, after learning that the stars were all generated by the book he wrote, An Changqiu immediately finished washing, then turned on his computer, and then carefully watched the book review.

Then, there were those previous speculative book reviews, at this time, they were all seen by An Changqiu, and seeing this, An Changqiu suddenly understood how this star came about.

This book friend is really cute, if it weren't for you, it is estimated that I would not have been able to get so many star points, looking at the comment, An Changqiu's heart suddenly relaxed.

At least it shows that his trick can really work, as soon as he thought of this, An Changqiu's motivation was directly filled, and then he quickly wrote down the plot in his mind.

For two days in a row, An Changqiu spent time writing novels, staying at home quietly and not going anywhere, and the two days, in the blink of an eye, also flashed by directly.

On this day, An Changqiu carried a heavy schoolbag on his back, and went to school, and the strange eyes of the people around him, An Changqiu was already surprised, ignored these people, and then returned to the classroom.

It was about the coming of the college entrance examination, so at this time, the people in the classroom didn't pay much attention to An Changqiu, and they were all a little tired in their seats at the moment, writing the test papers that had not yet been written.

"Changqiu, you shouldn't have written your test papers, right? Should I borrow it from you first?"

Lou Tiancheng on the side looked at An Changqiu, because of that incident, An Changqiu had no intention of studying or anything recently, and he didn't write about the test papers or anything.

When An Changqiu heard this, he shook his head at Lou Tiancheng, signaling that there was no need to do this, and then sat down on the side, holding the book and starting to look.

Lou Tiancheng on the side was slightly stunned when he saw An Changqiu like this, and looked at An Changqiu a little strangely, this is not like An Changqiu he knows, generally speaking, shouldn't this An Changqiu sit on the side with great decadence, is this in line with his approach?

Why did you get to this point, you actually read the book? Lou Tiancheng had some doubts in his heart, but seeing that his friend was able to restrain his mind at this time, he was also happy for An Changqiu in his heart at the moment.

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet. ”

An Changqiu didn't pay attention to how long he had been reading a book, and with a light cough, An Changqiu raised his head and saw the head teacher standing on the podium table, so he closed the book.

Seeing that the eyes of all the students were over, Fang Yingliu continued to speak, "I think everyone knows that the college entrance examination is coming, and I won't say much about what this means." ”

Fang Yingliu patted the blackboard on her left, over there, there was a big countdown, fifty-one days, that is, in fifty-one days, the college entrance examination began.

"Yesterday, I saw a poem, I feel very tasteful, here, to share with you, I hope to inspire you, in the last time, to be able to move forward. ”

Fang Yingliu said as she held the chalk, and then began to write it down on the blackboard.

After finishing writing, he turned sideways and let everyone see a clear, everyone looked up, and when they saw the poem, everyone had different eyes, some people had seen the poem, and some people had not seen it.

"Today, the dust is gone, illuminating the mountains and rivers. ”

When the students looked at this, they immediately muttered to themselves, and their eyes lit up as they read it.

"This poem means that all of you are a pearl, but the light is covered by dust, but one day, this sand and dust will be all pearled, shining all over the mountains and rivers!"

Fang Yingliu said as she remembered that when she saw this poem before, she went to find the source, and when she knew that it was from a novel, the degree of shock at that time was no longer known to the extent that it was exaggerated.

Moreover, especially after she finished the novel, she saw that the poem was completely written for the artistic conception of the person in the book, and her heart was even more shocked.

Listening to the words of their homeroom teacher, all the students immediately nodded, how much epiphany they felt in their hearts, just by that sentence, now that the dust is gone, it can make them feel like their blood is boiling.

When Fang Yingliu said this, she looked at An Changqiu behind her, and the meaning in her eyes, as long as she was not a fool, she could see it, and immediately, the corners of An Changqiu's mouth twitched directly.

He wondered in his heart that the teacher had written this poem specifically for him, right? If you think about it, this thing is really possible!

I just don't know what kind of expression my teacher would have if he knew that this poem was actually written by himself.