Let the east, west, north and south winds!

What a self-confidence, what a domineering!

Most of the students present were students from the tenth middle school, and a small number of outsiders had also gone to school, and basically no one could understand the poems at this level.

It was precisely because everyone understood that everyone was shocked.

At this moment, the staircase classroom is even quieter than just now, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a drop in a needle. Everyone held their breath and felt the shock brought by the bamboo and stone to the scene.

Not to mention the poem itself, just with Lu Pingfan's handwriting, he can already conquer the vast majority of people present.

Books are difficult fonts to master, not to mention using chalk to present on the blackboard, which undoubtedly adds a lot of difficulty.

The chic writing added a momentum to the poem itself, shaking the hearts of almost everyone present.

"Okay!" shouted a student from the 10th middle school.

Then, there was a cheer from the students of the 10th Middle School. They learn ancient poems every day, memorize ancient poems, and it is the first time that they have seen their classmates create on the spot.

This makes the students how not to be shocked and how not to be excited.

Everyone worships the strong, and now Lu Pingfan's posture is just like a strong man who reigns over the world, after inscribed the poem, just standing there, there is a feeling of looking down on the world.

Such domineering has never been seen by the candle on the other side.

Lu Pingfan went from a relaxed freehand at the beginning to a sudden change, and became such a proud posture now. The huge contrast between the front and back, how can you not feel amazed.

However, the people on the side of the Xicheng Writers Association didn't seem to buy Lu Pingfan's move.

Some of them said, "What are you doing? Candle Ce wrote such a big article, and you are fooling people with these four sentences, what do you think this is doing?

"What's the matter? If you can't write your own literary poems, you won't allow others to write them?"

The people on Zhu Ce's side still didn't give up: "The competition is an article, not a poem!"

The classmate immediately retorted: "Lu Pingfan asked at the beginning, and there is no restriction on style. It's not an exam, except for poetry and prose!"

Hearing the words 'not an exam', the person who shouted on Zhu Ce's side suddenly turned red, and he couldn't refute it anymore.

When the principal announced the time of the game before the start of the game, they refuted the principal with reasons that were not exams, and asked the principal to extend the game time.

Now the tenth middle school student refuted him with the same words, and the irony could not be more obvious. Everyone heard it, and the person who shouted naturally had no face to refute it.

But there was more than one person in the team of the Xicheng Writers Association who could shout, the first person turned off the fire, and immediately a second person stood up, pointed to the poem inscribed by Lu Pingfan on the blackboard and said: "The theme of this creation is ghostwriting, your poem has nothing to do with ghostwriting, you are off topic." ”

"Off topic?" Lu Pingfan smiled and asked rhetorically: "Is the theme ghostwriting, does it refer to the ghostwriting related to me, or all the ghostwriting behaviors?"

"With ghostwriting as the theme, this ghostwriting incident is of course part of the ghostwriting theme, but I don't see anything related to ghostwriting in your verses. The man replied in a resounding voice.

Lu Pingfan asked rhetorically: "Do you really think I'm off topic?"

The man said confidently, "At a glance." ”

Lu Pingfan's words changed, "Then let me ask you, who is the protagonist of this ghostwriting incident?"

"This .........," the man hesitated.

Lu Pingfan continued: "There is no doubt that it is me, right?"

"What about you?"

"Since I'm the main character of the whole thing, don't you understand the meaning of my poem?"

This time, Lu Pingfan's tone had a hint of questioning.

The man tried to open his mouth to refute, but was stopped by Candle Ce in time.

Then, Candle Ce walked to the blackboard and said slowly: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of hammers and chisels are still strong, and the wind is blowing.

You compare yourself to a tough bamboo, because you want to say that no matter how others slander you and attack you, you stand proudly.

Those gossips are just the wind blowing indiscriminately, and no matter how wreaking havoc they are, they can't shake you in the slightest.

Good poetry is indeed good poetry.

Good people, and indeed good people.

It's rare to have such courage and confidence at such a young age. It seems that I don't have to read my article anymore, I lost. ”

"What? Candle Ce lost?" someone exclaimed.

"How is this possible! We haven't even read Candle Ce's article, so why did he lose?"

"It was Candle Ce who admitted defeat by himself, is Lu Pingfan really that powerful?"

"What a fart, can't you see that Candle Ce deliberately admits defeat? He should have a heart of love for talent and wanted to draw Lu Pingfan into the Xicheng Writers' Association. ”

"Oh, I see, I just said it's impossible to lose without even reading the article. ”

"Candle Ce is a senior in the end, and winning Lu Pingfan will definitely discourage Lu Pingfan's enthusiasm, he is protecting Lu Pingfan. ”

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Hearing the whispers from the audience, Candle Ce evoked an imperceptible arc.

Then, he walked up to Lu Pingfan, patted Lu Pingfan's shoulder lightly as an elder, and said kindly: "Young man, yes, on the road of literature, you have a bright future. ”

According to the normal development, at this time, Lu Pingfan should accept the praise of Candle Ce, lower his posture and be polite to his seniors, and both parties will be happy.

It's a pity that Lu Pingfan is Lu Pingfan in the end.

He smiled at Candle Ce, and with a wave of his hand, he opened the hand that Candle Ce had on his shoulder.

Smack.

The air in the entire lecture hall seemed to freeze in an instant.

Candle Ce's smiling face froze in place, and the principal was even more frightened by Lu Pingfan's behavior.

You must know that Candle Ce is a senior among the seniors, no matter what, Lu Pingfan's behavior just now is too rude, and it is very easy to be criticized!

After that, even now, there are already people in the audience who secretly slander themselves in their hearts, feeling that Lu Pingfan is arrogant and arrogant, and there is no one in his eyes.

But Lu Pingfan didn't care about this, he only listened to him slowly ask: "Since the seniors admit defeat, has the suspicion of my ghostwriting been cleared?"

"This ............" Candle Ce frowned instantly, he always felt that Lu Pingfan was not happy to ask this question, but at this time, he couldn't destroy the image of his kind predecessor he had just created.

He could only bite the bullet and say: "That's right, your strength is obvious to all, and everyone's eyes are bright." I can guarantee that you are not ghostwriting, you are a real powerful person. ”

Lu Pingfan suddenly grinned and threw out another question: "Since the seniors admit that "Kong Yiji" was written by me, does it mean that I am really better than the predecessors?"

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