At two o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Qian walked into the large classroom for the exam, he pasted his number six on his chest, and then found a random place to sit down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After sitting down, Tang Qian began to look around, only to see that there were more than twenty people sitting in this large classroom, and some people were walking into the classroom one after another, and it seemed that the final number of people was likely to exceed thirty.

"Thirty people, only one person is recruited in the end, this competition is really fierce."

Looking at so many people, Tang Qian thought in his heart.

Soon, three excellent teachers walked in from the gate of the classroom, they held a few test papers in their hands, walked to the podium, and then looked up at everyone, and said: "Thirty-two people, I didn't expect that there would be thirty-two people competing for the position of a Chinese teacher." Unfortunately, only 10 people were able to take our official exams. ”，

Hearing the words of this excellent learning teacher, everyone's hearts immediately tightened, ten people? There are only ten people who can take the official exam, so wouldn't it be that more than half of them will be eliminated in the first place.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the whole scene became tense.

"Okay, since we are recruiting Chinese teachers, then this poetry and song is our key direction. In the first round of the exam, we will test everyone's poetry ability, and we will give a theme, and those who can write poems in the top 10 and are above the level will pass. One of the teachers at Youxue spoke.

Hearing that it was actually a test, the scene immediately became a commotion, and writing poems on the spot, the difficulty was not ordinary.

"I actually took the test to write poetry, I'm done, I don't know how to do this."

"It's too difficult, isn't it, is the Chinese teacher so demanding?"

"I can't write poems on the spot."

Some people immediately complained, they all knew their own level, and there was no way to write poems on the spot, and they had no talent in this area at all.

Tang Qian was also in his heart, although he was not afraid of this topic, he didn't expect that the test would be so difficult. After all, although the literary atmosphere in this world is much stronger than in previous lives, it is impossible to be able to write poems on the spot like those geniuses in ancient times.

There are not many people who can do this in this world, and they all belong to the level of excellent talents. Therefore, Tang Qian didn't expect that this excellent study exam would be so difficult.

"It really deserves to be the No. 1 educational institution in China, and the requirements for recruiting teachers are too strict." Tang Qian thought in his heart.

In fact, Tang Qian didn't know that although Youxue is the No. 1 educational institution in China, it is not so difficult to recruit at ordinary times. It's just that this time it's the teachers who recruit the summer school, and the summer school has always been the focus of their creation, their signboard, so the requirements for teachers are much stricter than usual.

Usually, as long as you can lecture, but now, in addition to being able to lecture, you must also have good literacy in all aspects.

He looked up at the others on the scene, and saw that some people were nervous and anxious, obviously unprepared and unsure of this question. However, there are still a few people whose faces are quite calm, and it seems that these people are more sure of this question.

"Quiet, no noise." At this moment, a teacher on the podium spoke again.

As he spoke, the classroom fell silent again.

"Okay, now I'm going to announce this first question. The theme of the first question is the moon, please write an ancient poem or word around the moon, the top ten people who write well pass this level, and the others are eliminated. ”

The moon, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many literati and writers have written words about it, so whether it is in the past life or in this world, there have been too many classics about the moon.

So Tang Qian didn't expect that there would be poems related to the moon here. However, Tang Qian was not in a hurry, after all, in his previous life, he didn't know how many poems had anything to do with the moon.

But many other people are different, after hearing this poem, their faces show a sad color, the predecessors have written too many things, which means that it is more difficult to write brilliant things.

I didn't know how to write poetry in the first place, but now I still have to write about the moon, where can I write?

All of a sudden, many people could only sit still.

Tang Qian noticed these people, smiled on his face, and prepared to start writing poems. Suddenly, a voice came: "I'm done." ”

"Someone actually wrote it? Impossible. Tang Qian hurriedly raised his head, only to see a man in his twenties raise his hand and speak. The number on his body is labeled with the number one.

"It was written so quickly, who is this person?"

"It's just, it's too fast, it's too fast."

"Who is this man?"

The rest of the people also talked about it, and they all had shocked expressions on their faces, looking at this number one, and they couldn't believe their eyes. It's already amazing to be able to write it, and it's too much of an exaggeration to write it so quickly, who is this person?

"Got a master? Still is? ”

Tang Qian looked at this number one and thought in his heart. He thought that he would be the fastest to write this link, but he didn't expect this number one to be faster than him. Although the poems written will certainly not be better than their own, but this link is not compared to the quality of the poems, but the speed, how did this person do this?

All of a sudden, the eyes of everyone on the scene were on this No. 1. No. 1 also had a smug look on his face, and the three teachers who were waiting for the best study accepted his poems, and then announced that he was the first to pass.

"No, it's going to have to be fast."

Tang Qian thought in his heart, his head turned rapidly, thinking that there were those poems about the moon. Suddenly, he thought of one. Immediately picked up the pen and wrote on the manuscript paper.

"The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown! ”

After writing, Tang Qian checked it again and found that there were no typos, and then raised his hand: "I have written." ”

His voice once again caused everyone in the audience to exclaim, and everyone didn't expect that someone would write it so quickly. But after the first person so quickly, they were not so shocked, just for a moment, and then they looked down and thought about their own verses.

Only the No. 1 squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Qian: "Who is this guy?" ”

He knew that the reason why he was so fast was because his uncle had given him a thorough question, otherwise he would never have been able to write it so quickly. But now that someone is writing so fast, he really can't believe it, thinking that this person also knows the topic in advance? Still is?

No. 1 didn't know what Tang Qian was all about, but a sense of vigilance rose in his heart, and he could feel that Tang Qian would probably be his biggest competitor for winning the first place today.

"Who do you care? Anyway, I won't lose today. Finally, this number one thought to himself.

And the teacher of excellent learning walked in front of Tang Qian, picked up Tang Qian's poems, and began to check them.

Like this kind of sketch poems, the quality of ordinary poems is not very good, after all, the people who can write quickly and well only exist in the ancient books.

Even if it was the No. 1 just now, the poems written could only be said to be barely readable, because the teacher who checked it felt that Tang Qian's poems were probably like that, but it was fine, this was very normal, as long as it was smooth, it could pass the test.

But after getting Tang Qian's poems, he was really stunned: "The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown! Good poetry, good poetry. Who is this six, who is this six? It is possible to write such a poem in such a short time. This, this, this can't be. ”

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