"What, Cui Qian, are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, you will also compare with me! Do you dare?" Wang Hai's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he glanced at Chen Lili.

Chen Lili understood and said sharply: "Cui Qian, since you think Xiaohai's poems are not good, then let everyone be convinced, and I will be the referee to see who does it well." ”

"Hey, it's over, this old lady is determined to let Cui Qian embarrass in public. ”

"You tell me who is not good to provoke this Cui Qian, you have to provoke Wang Hai, now it's okay, it's all over offending people. ”

"Cui Qian's Chinese composition has never passed, Wang Hai and the Chinese teacher are one leg again, this singing and harmonizing is really ...... Hey, is it necessary to target a student like that?"

Cui Qian sighed helplessly, his body bent slightly, and slowly stood up under the watchful eye of everyone.

Different from the past, today's Cui Qian's movements reveal incomparable confidence and an inexplicable temperament.

"Do you really want to compare?" Cui Qian asked without humility or arrogance.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't waste everyone's time if you can't do it!" Wang Hai said impatiently.

Can this scumbag student be able to write modern poetry?

If he could compose poetry, Lao Tzu would be a poet!

Cui Qian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll admit it, I just laughed and I really thought the poem you made stinks, like a lump of ~shit~ stinks worse than shit." ”

Gu Chengxue also laughed when she heard this.

"You!" Wang Hai's face turned red, his fists were already clenched, and he almost couldn't help but hammer this dog to death: "Okay, then I'll listen to it, what kind of masterpiece can you make!"

When you're done, I want you to kneel in front of the class and apologize!

Everyone's eyes are focused on this lazy-eyed teenager at the moment.

After looking around for a week, Cui Qian spoke: In the realm of fantasy, there is a wise wind that slips away from his hand.

The poetry is like ink on paper, slowly rendering.

Compared with Wang Hai's poem, Cui Qian's sentence, whether it is artistic conception or rhyme, is not known how many levels higher.

The students below were stunned for a while, and after savoring this poem, they couldn't help but let out a burst of admiration.

Gu Chengxue looked at him in shock, "Sure enough, it's the grandfather and grandson, they are all so perverted" slowly looked at Cui Qian's eyes changed.

Dark clouds were obscuring the eyes of the pleas, and only he could see them

The whispering of my heart at night, I know him and talk deeply with him

The gift of a smile returns behind him, tonight

Wait by the sleeping spring, bathing in youth

Then, language embraces the darkness and the green disappears

"People can't be good-looking, I didn't expect Cui Qian to have this ability. ”

"Don't say it, compared with Cui Qian's poem, Wang Hai's sentence is indeed like a piece of shit~ shit. ”

Listening to the comments of his classmates, Li Tian's face turned red and white.

Ignoring the whispering classmates, Cui Qian continued:

Previously, he had stolen the fire that was buried in his sorrows

And set it on fire, he played the parting piccolo

Arms crossed, took a sip of the legend, and said, just like that, get drunk

He doesn't wake up, he waits to write stories, and dreams

Waiting for happiness to carve the mark, waiting to create, and to appreciate

I can only wait for him to wake up, like a flower, waiting to bloom beautifully

Wang Hai was already desperate, this was not a grade at all, even he felt that the poem he wrote was a piece of shit.

Chen Lili came back from the shock, and when she saw that the situation was not good, she immediately said: "Well, this one by Cui Qian is not bad, and it is on par with Wang Hai's." However, Cui Qian thought about it for a longer time below, so the two of them were tied. ”

For this head teacher, Cui Qian was speechless to the extreme.

Equal?

Regardless of your uncle!

is a deaf man who looks at everyone's expressions, and knows that it is Lao Tzu's poems that throw him a few streets.