After talking about the key points for a while, Chen Lili wrote a topic "Lover" on the blackboard.

As we all know, love on campus in Huaxia has always been strictly cracked down, and Chen Lili dared to write this topic, which really shocked the spirits of many students.

Chen Lili saw that everyone was smiling: "I know that you are not children anymore, and you are about to graduate, so I am too lazy to care about you, so I will use Ye Lao's lover as the theme today and try to write a few modern poems." Come on, who's going to try? ”

As soon as these words came out, the originally chaotic classroom immediately fell silent.

Writing modern poetry?

Who would?

Who has that ability!

It's still Ye Lao's lover!

As if she had anticipated this scene, Chen Lili first reprimanded everyone for not studying hard as usual, and then asked Wang Hai with a smile: "Wang Hai, can you write a modern poem based on this poem?" Come, set an example for everyone. ”

Wang Hai smiled proudly, nodded and said, "I'll try, but it will take some time." ”

Cui Qian held his cheeks and thought speechlessly: "Do you still need time to consider this kind of topic?" ”

Of course, he doesn't want to think about the fact that not all people have a world of cultural memory.

After pondering for about five minutes, Wang Hai spoke confidently: "Lover, my love, although we will eventually grow old, the sunset we have walked through will never grow old." ”

"Love, my love, although you are not here, but the twilight of the sunset, remembering the beautiful you"

(I made it up myself, don't blame it if it's not good)

"Good! He is worthy of being a famous talent in our school! Well done! Chen Lili couldn't help but applaud.

(I don't know if it's good or not.)

The students below also applauded, and all kinds of praise were endless, and Cui Qian felt ridiculous when he heard it, but he really didn't hold back, and let out a not very big laugh.

But it's not bad, this laughter and smiling face were discovered by Wang Hai.

"Cui Qian, what are you laughing at?" Wang Hai's words fell, and all the eyes of the class were focused on Cui Qian.

"Do you think you can make better poetry than I do? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you don't seem to have failed your essay, right? It's really hard for you to compose poetry. ”

Wang Hai has always been the second in the class, and he has a full sense of superiority over a poor student like Cui Qian.

Chen Lili glared at Cui Qian angrily and reprimanded: "Cui Qian, what's the matter with you? If you don't study by yourself, it's just that you still make trouble in class. People like you are typical-stirring sticks, and you don't let others have a good time if you don't have a good time. ”

Zhao Fang, who was not far from him, said in a weird way in order to please Wang Hai: "The talent of composing poetry is not something that everyone has, I hope that some people will not humiliate themselves, and do this kind of thing that only clowns can do." ”

Cui Qian was almost not entertained by Zhao Fang's little deflated three.

Lao Tzu has a world cultural memory, and he is familiar with ancient and modern poetry, just a modern poem, even Ye Lao has to worship Lao Tzu as a teacher?

The classmates below also began to whisper.

Gu Chengxue did look at him curiously, after all, he had a master-level grandfather, presumably he wouldn't be too bad.

Everyone felt that Cui Qian must have done it on purpose.

Although Wang Hairen is not good, his talent is recognized by everyone.

And although Cui Qian is not the bottom student, he is definitely a student at the bottom of the class.

In this environment, everyone felt that Cui Qian was a little excessive.

And Cui Qian flew Zhao Fang lightly, and then ignored it, as if it was a waste of eyes to look at it more.

Zhao Fang, who was angry, was not beautiful, and her face was distorted.