Eight brand-new desks were put together, with a snow-white piece of rice paper spread out on top and a quaint pen and ink inkstone next to it.

And Qian Hao was standing in front of him, facing the desk and facing the teaching building in the distance. He was silent, and his face was calm.

Chu Yao, Sima Sheng, An Xiaoluo, Wang Jing and others intentionally or unintentionally formed a circle to separate others to facilitate Qian Hao's writing.

However, how could Ma Youcai let Qian Hao feel at ease to write?

The measures that everyone almost ignored, Qian Hao's indifferent appearance, made him angry, his face trembled, and he quickly turned red. In view of this, he rushed up angrily, wanting to tear off the rice paper, knock the pen and ink inkstone to the ground, and prevent Qian Hao from writing poems.

Of course, this is also because of Qian Hao's poems, which made him subconsciously vigilant. After all, Qian Hao's previous poems almost let things out of control.

It's a pity that before the rice paper touched, he had already been pushed by Sima Sheng, and he took four or five steps back. If it weren't for the students, I am afraid that they would have fallen to the ground.

At this moment, he was even more angry, shook off the student, walked up to Sima Sheng, and roared: "Sima Sheng, do you also want to be expelled, and you dare to push the teacher."

"Hahaha, Sima has a teacher, but it's not you, you don't deserve to be my teacher. As for such a school, even if you don't go to it, Sima can't leave. Sima Sheng's face was indifferent, and when he heard Ma Youcai's words, he laughed without scruples.

Ma Youcai's chest rose and fell violently, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath. After a long while, he patted his chest and smiled angrily: "Okay, good, you are a student......"

"You really can't teach a student like him, otherwise I wouldn't have accepted him as a disciple." Before Ma Youcai finished speaking, Wang Xi suddenly interjected. Sima Sheng was his disciple, so he naturally wouldn't turn a blind eye, and it was true.

However, Ma Youcai thought that Wang Xi deliberately humiliated him, so he was even more angry, and his forehead was beating. But he couldn't vent at Wang Xi, so he yelled at the student union, "What are you still standing for, move the table back."

Immediately after, he looked at the onlookers and shouted, "And you, don't you have to go to class?" Scattered, scattered for me. ”

Hearing Ma Youcai's words, Zhang Zisong and Zhao Ying glanced at each other, and then glanced at the principal again, and then beckoned everyone to do it.

However, they had only taken two steps forward, and before they could break through the encirclement of Sima Sheng and others, Wang Xi suddenly said: "Don't move, let him write."

Zhang Zisong, Zhao Ying and others suddenly ran out of ideas, stopped, looked at Wang Xihe and the principal, and then looked at Ma Youcai, not knowing what to do.

Ma Youcai naturally refused, Wang Xi humiliated him with what he said just now, how could he make the students stop? Therefore, he immediately put on a righteous posture and was about to refute Wang Xi out loud.

But at this time, the principal suddenly said, "Director Ma, let this classmate write." After all, I have also lived in Yan University, and it is normal to write poems and nostalgia. ”

The principal's voice was warm and majestic, as if he really defended Qian Hao, but in fact it was not. He is not generous, but he looks down on Qian Hao at all, and looks down on Qian Hao's so-called poetry. In his opinion, what can a poem do, can it still make him step down?

It is precisely because of this that he sold Wang Xi a face, asked Ma Youcai to stop, and asked Qian Hao to finish writing a poem. Otherwise, his methods will definitely be more ruthless than Ma Youcai.

It's a pity that he doesn't know poetry, and he doesn't know what kind of wonderful poem Qian Hao is going to write. Of course, he couldn't guess what kind of impact the poem would have. Otherwise, he would never let Qian Hao write it.

The principal's words said that Ma Youcai was extremely aggrieved, and his fat face became like a pig's liver, but he couldn't vent to Qian Hao and the others. So, he had no choice but to vent to the onlookers and yelled: "What are you still doing around, it's all gone, you don't have to go to class?"

"Director Ma, today is Saturday, so I really don't need to go to class."

Maybe it was because of how bold the people were, or because they felt that Ma Youcai couldn't find themselves, someone in the crowd actually replied loudly.

And this sentence directly made Ma Youcai's face even more ugly. He stomped his feet angrily and shouted angrily, "Who said it just now, stand up for me." Also, what's wrong with Saturday, I don't study on Saturday? Scattered, scattered for me! ”

At this moment, Ma Youcai is absolutely angry and loses his mind, otherwise it would be impossible to lose his mind so much.

However, no matter how angry he was, the students just didn't cooperate today. They ignored him, looked at Qian Hao, and still whispered, their voices buzzing like flies. And this, let Ma Youcai go away directly, and he was going to drive people forward, and it seemed that he was going to beat people like that.

"Okay, Director Ma, do you still look like a teacher?" At this time, the principal said in a deep voice.

The principal's words were like a basin of cold water, which made Ma Youcai calm down instantly. Although he was still angry, he no longer drove the students away, but obediently stood by the principal's side.

When the students saw this, they burst out laughing, and their voices were as loud as thunder. But soon, the laughter slowly faded until it died out completely.

It turned out that when they saw Qian Hao open his eyes and reach out to pick up a brush, they didn't smile or speak.

Qian Hao closed his eyes and rested just now, seemingly recuperating, but in fact, he was thinking about which poem to choose. The choice is too ordinary to cause a sensation, and if you don't choose a good poem at this time, he will be humiliated.

Good poems are naturally easy to choose, after all, there are more memories to go, but poems that are both good and appropriate to the occasion are not easy to choose.

No, although he picked up the brush, he didn't actually think of which poem to use. At this time, he realized Shiduo's pain, as if there was a table of dishes in front of him and he didn't know which one to eat.

Zhao Ying saw that Qian Hao was holding the pen and didn't move, and smiled deliberately: "Qian Hao, if you can't do it, forget it, it's not a way for everyone to wait here."

"Yes, Qian Hao, if you can't do it, forget it."

"Don't worry, they're all classmates, and we won't blame you."

The others followed suit, and soon, the onlookers also whispered. When Ma Youcai saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh sinisterly, and secretly said that it was best to write.

When Chu Yao, Li Ke and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but be a little worried, but they could only be secretly anxious, after all, they were already ready to fly. Only Sima Sheng was not worried, because he believed in Qian Hao, so he looked at Qian Hao expectantly at this time.

Qian Hao didn't disappoint Sima Sheng, as soon as Zhao Ying's voice fell, he laughed and said, "Haha, I can't make a poem?" Zhao Ying, you are optimistic. ”

After saying a word, he waved his hand, the brush was dipped in ink, and the pen began to write.