Mr. Wang, the peat -

In Mr. Zhou's heart, Mr. Wang's ancestors have been greeting back and forth for 19 generations...

"Where, my Sun Zheng child, although he was not admitted to university, he has a good nature and noble character..."

However, Mr. Zhou was still racking his brains when he was thinking about the few shining points on Sun Zheng's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Teacher Wang interrupted him directly.

"I heard that Sun Zheng, this kid is a well-known otaku!"

"Oh! in our Saturn, otaku = nothing + nothing + nothing again..."

"Hahaha..."This Teacher Wang's laughter is very arrogant, especially his big mouth, two rows of big yellow teeth that have been nurtured by mosquito incense all the year round, which is exposed and brushes their sense of existence!

"Actually, compared to Sun Zheng, who is already illiterate, what really makes him so sad is... His elementary school teacher, because he is a teacher who is not capable of teaching his students well!"

"If at that time, some professional and ethical teachers could have more talents and methods, now, Sun Zheng would not even fail to get into a university..."

Before that, Mr. Wang stretched out his fingers very coquettishly and helped him with the special pen: golden eyes, and then sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you said that what I said is right-?"

Teacher Zhou gritted his teeth angrily, clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled, just now when Wang Dahai was about to pull Sun Zheng over. He chose to throw away because he was afraid that there would be a scene like this...

However, in the end, he was still worried that Sun Zheng, the child, would not be able to stand the blow and turn back...

However, this time I came back, and I met Mr. Wang, a professional scumbag who was full of feces.

Mr. Zhou's stomach hurt angrily, but he couldn't find the slightest refutation of the sarcastic words that the other party said...

Obviously, the opponent is a villain, he showed his bayonet and stabbed Mr. Zhou hard, but he didn't have any way to dodge...

Because, although he always pulled Sun Zheng and Wang Dahai and other children who did not study well to tutor after school, in the end, the cruel result was that these stupid students were not admitted to a university...

It's not that Sun Zheng and they are stupid, it's really Teacher Zhou's incompetence!!

'Haha...' Mr. Wang's cobra-like poisonous eyes did not let go of any bit of decadence on Mr. Zhou's body.

"Just like you, you dare to fight with me, and dare to fight with me for the position of headmaster!!"

'Haha, it's funny... If every student in the class could go to university, then the universities in the whole country would not be crowded.

"This society is destined to be a competitive society of the jungle, and when it is impossible to accommodate all the students to go to university, the university's selective admission system will naturally improve accordingly..."

'I'm saying that the Sun Zheng in this is born a stupid person, which is a congenital deficiency... It's not something that you can change by trying hard to teach as a little initiation teacher...'

However!

Just when Mr. Wang was thinking like this!

In the still noisy library, Sun Zheng, who was not surprised at all by what people thought and said, almost shouted out the first sentence of the "Qingming" poem in his mind at the highest volume.

"Qing, Ming, Time, Festival, Rain, Rain!"

A word was like a thunderclap, and each word reverberated through the library louder than the other!

The sound fell, and the charm of the ancient poem "Qingming" still lingered for a long time.

There was silence all around!

Quiescence!!

Dead!!!

All the listeners had bewildered expressions.

"It's raining during the Qingming season—"

Catchy and drizzling, a picture scroll that only exists on the Qingming Festival is rendered almost all at once......

"This!this!How is this possible-!!" The first one who was shocked couldn't help but stand up directly, but it was Su Yuansu, Sun Zheng's high school classmate who was ready to watch the joke at the beginning.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open!

Unbelievable! Impossible! How could this be? And so on, almost all of the emotions were densely covered on Su Yuansu's face!

"How could this poem come from the mouth of this Sun Zheng?"

Those literati of the older generation of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the People's Association, who were originally a little drowsy, immediately raised their heads excitedly as if they had been injected with a tube of unsterilized chicken blood.

Look for the source of the sound—

I don't know if it's because they're old and dizzy, or if it's because of some supernatural reason, they actually have hallucinations...

The whole library disappeared, a Qingming Festival drizzle, barren mountains stretched, in a rain pavilion, the red-sleeved beauty held a brush, elegant temperament, a beautiful picture of ancient meaning, pouring people's hearts...

On the side of the beautiful woman, the man standing with his back hand, his long hair is flying, his white sleeves are fluttering, looking at the Qingming drizzle, he opened his mouth lightly, and a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages is floating in the whole sky...

"It's raining during the Qingming season—"

"What kind of poem is this? I get goosebumps when I listen to it..."The onlookers were shocked.

"Although I went to the grave not long ago, I can still feel the sadness when I bow down to the grave to worship those deceased relatives..."

"Why should I shed tears... This poem is truly divine!"

Wang Dahai turned back to the pig's head in shock, if his whole face was imprinted, it would be an extremely sensual mask.

"Sun Zheng, this guy, he really knows how to compose poetry??"

"This guy still wrote such ancient poems...?!"

The cousin couldn't help but look sideways, and a pair of disgusted eyes were instantly replaced by a touch of disbelief.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot... It's catchy and ancient, and it's close to the meaning of the poem's title "Qingming"..."

"Sun Zheng, this kid, it was rumored two days ago that he was writing an online novel, although I didn't ask what the hell he wrote...?

"Today, listening to the first line of this poem, I feel my soul tremble, isn't it... This kid really has half a cup of ink in his stomach??"

My sister Sun Xiaoxiang was also shocked to open her beautiful straight bubbling eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her soft little mouth opened lightly, what she wanted to say, but she was afraid that it would destroy her brother's thoughts of composing poetry...

As a result, her whole body burst out, and Qianqianyu directly used her twelve points of skill in her hands, vowing to write the poems dictated by her brother into a unique rhyme in this world.

On the side, Zhao Wu, Peng Lu, and Qian Xiaobin were all close, and saw the 7 words of 'rain during the Qingming Festival', one by one by Sun Xiaoxiang with a brush to render on the white rice paper, for a while, it seemed that a stream of suffocating Qingming ancient meaning came directly through the paper, so that the three of them subconsciously took half a step back!

This poem, this word, is too powerful!!

Make it almost impossible for these mortals to get close to !!

"This word, it feels alive... And this poem is already divine-" Qian Xiaobin's whole body blood boiled in shock and surprise, he never thought that the dead fat man Wang Dahai would be able to find a pair of such geniuses when he went out on a trip.

'Sun Zheng's poems are wonderful... Sun Xiaoxiang's words, like her, almost become immortals!!'

"This breath - God! A piece of rice paper, a poem, and a stroke of ink can force us to retreat..."Zhao Wu and Peng Lu glanced at each other, and they both saw the extremely shocked emotions rolling in each other's eyes.

"These brothers and sisters, is this going against the sky?"