Liu Xi looked at the "hidden weapon" in his hand, which turned out to be a piece of chalk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could get up, his ears moved slightly, and he grabbed another piece of chalk.

When she looked up, all her classmates stared at her with wide eyes, their eyes were both admiration and surprise, but more sympathy.

Wu Qiren has been teaching for more than 30 years, and he has inadvertently practiced a mastery of hidden weapons with a hundred shots, which is said to be comparable to Li Xunhuan's flying knife skills.

There are poems: Xiao Li flying knife, there is no false hair. Old Wu chalk, wings can't escape.

Especially in the past ten years, Wu Qiren's chalk-throwing has reached a perfect level, and no student has ever been able to escape his casual bullets.

It's a pity that this record was broken today, and it was broken twice in a row, how can this not be amazing.

Even Li Mingzhe, who was sulking with his head down, couldn't help but turn his head, looking at the two pieces of chalk between Liu Xi's three fingers, and the suspicion in his eyes became more and more intense.

He knew very well that Liu Xi had not raised his head and had not seen Wu Qiren's movements at all. Therefore, Liu Xi was able to catch the chalk, relying entirely on listening to the voice.

If the first time was a coincidence, what about the second time?

Wu Qiren had a black face, and his chalk-holding hand trembled, but he didn't send a third bullet. looked at Liu Xi and said again: "Stand up." ”

Liu Xi got up and threw the chalk on Lee Mingzhe's desk.

Lee Ming-che's temples were bruised, and he pretended not to see it.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Qiren's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to be angry, but the classroom was quiet and the needle drop could be heard.

The students of Class 15 knew that the calmer Wu Qiren was, the more angry he became, and no one wanted to provoke the old turtle at this time.

Liu Xi swept around, except for Xie Roujia's eyes that looked at her with some worry, the other classmates all showed gloating eyes, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, the popularity of this body is really bad enough.

"Read a book. Liu Xi replied.

"Reading?" Wu Qiren stepped off the podium, came to Liu Xi's side, picked up the novel in her hand and glanced at it, and read:

"The Inevitable Happiness of Rebirth?"

"Hahaha......" The classroom suddenly became a sea of joy, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Wu Qiren didn't smile, but there was a storm in his eyes.

"Since you have time to read novels, you must have read all your textbooks, and you don't need to study anymore, right?" Wu Qiren's voice became calmer and calmer, and even his tone did not fluctuate.

Liu Xi didn't seem to feel that Wu Qiren was already on the verge of breaking out, and nodded seriously: "I've finished reading it all, only this one is left." ”

Wu Qiren took a deep breath again, he felt that his power was about to move, and he couldn't suppress it.

"Farewell to Cambridge again. ”

"Gently I go, as softly I come, softly beckoning, as a cloud of the western heavens. ”

"The golden willow on the riverside is the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. ”

“……”

“……”

"Quietly I go, just as I came quietly, and I wave my sleeves without taking away a cloud. ”

Liu Xi did it in one go, word for word.

It is rare that the voice is light and agile, the tone is subdued and frustrated, just listening to her voice, a beautiful picture scroll is reflected in everyone's mind, which makes people involuntarily immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Lingering, difficult to extricate yourself.

Wu Qiren's irritable mood was slowly soothed by Liu Xi's soft voice, and his soul seemed to fly through time and space to Kangqiao when Xu Zhimo wrote this poem. In the soft waves of the Kang River, I sat in a small boat and listened to the whispers of the stars in the sky.

Liu Xi finished reciting the whole poem, and Wu Qiren came back to his senses after a while.

He glanced at Liu Xi seriously, this student he had never cared about, it turned out that there was a deep and soft voice. If it is a poetry recitation competition, Liu Xi is definitely a well-deserved first place with her performance just now.

Wu Qiren decided to suppress his anger a little more and see.

Although he felt that the anger in his heart had disappeared, it was not difficult to gather it again.

"Recite "Rain Alley" again. ”

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone, wandering in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet, a lilac-like, sad girl. ”

"She has, the color of lilacs, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating. ”

“……”

"I wish to float by, a lilac-like, grumpy girl. ”

Liu Xi still memorized it word for word, and the rhythm and intonation were flawless, which vividly expressed the poet's state of mind at that time, and could not find the slightest far-fetched.

Not only did Wu Qiren fall into a reverie when he heard it, but the other students also looked gentle, their eyes were full of longing, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

They are all teenagers and girls in the rainy season, it is the age full of hearts, such gentle verses, such soft artistic conception, who is not pregnant with spring, whose teenager is chasing the romance?

Wu Qiren sighed leisurely, a trace of moist crystal flashed in his eyes, he remembered his first love, and remembered the frivolity of his youth.

"Do you like poetry?"

Wu Qiren saw that Liu Xi could recite two poems word for word, and completely grasped the essence of the poems, thinking that Liu Xi liked poetry very much, so he put a lot of effort into figuring it out after class.

"No, I just read it and remember it. ”

"......" Wu Qiren, who had already calmed down, once again felt the power of the flood ready to move.

"Read it once and remember it?"

"Hmm. Liu Xi replied very surely, does such a simple thing need to be watched a second time?

Wu Qiren's previous gentle state of mind was completely ruined by Liu Xi's attitude, he liked the gifted students very much, but the arrogant and humble students he had to correct.

"Recite "In Memory of Liu He Zhenjun". ”

This is not poetry, it is Lu Xun's prose, the words are hundreds of times that of poetry, and it is basically impossible to memorize them word for word.

"A real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood ......"

The opening sentence made Wu Qiren's eyes light up.

Liu Xi's sonorous and powerful voice resounded in everyone's ears like a golden cracked stone, deafening!

The classmates in the class who had fallen into the feelings of girls and boys and had not yet woken up had directly entered the spiritual world of martyrs from Gentle Township in an instant, without even a trace of transition.

The eyes that were as gentle as water just now, with Liu Xi's voice, were instantly filled with various emotions such as confusion, sadness, anger, sadness, hatred, etc.

"Silence, silence, if you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence!"

As Liu Xi's tone became higher and higher, everyone's emotions became higher and higher, and their breathing became more and more rapid.

"Wake up the people, no more silence!"