"A live poetry writing competition?"

"Who wins, who will be the class leader?"

Everyone was shocked by Liang Zixu's suggestion, especially when he said that it was not possible to make this matter a good story in the literary world, which made them even more excited.

There is a good story in the literary world, this thing is unavoidable, and it is necessary to have the right people at the right time to accomplish this feat.

So, will today be this special day?

Maybe...... Everyone looked at Su Wen, many people have heard that Su Dacai is the most anxious, and he is also very good at poetry, he has written classic poems on the spot, and his experience has become something that everyone talks about.

If they're lucky enough to be a part of it, that's wonderful.

After all, the whole class is full of talents in liberal arts, and when they enter Huaxia Academy of Literature, they all want to go further on the road of literature. The so-called literary scholar is something that everyone needs to agree with, and he needs to keep accumulating fame.

If you want to be famous, you must have good works. They may not be able to write, but it's nice to be a part of the process and witness the birth of a classic.

Not to mention the student commotion, even Liang Ling, a well-informed writer, couldn't help but be moved.

She is a novelist, and in her opinion, novels are something to ponder, and she never thought that she could write excellent novels on the spot. But poetry is different, many people can write poems immediately as long as they are inspired, and because it is a temporary play, it is often the author's heart, which is touching and heartfelt, and many classics are also born in this way.

She can't write poetry, and if the students in her class can turn this class into a poetry salon and create classic poems, it will indeed be a good story in the literary world, both for her and for the students.

Therefore, she could not think of a reason to refuse.

Look at Su Wen. Liang Ling couldn't help but ask, "Classmate Su Wen, what do you think of Classmate Liang's suggestion?" ”

Su Wen smiled bitterly, what else could he say, couldn't he say it?

Then others will say that he is afraid of Liang Zixu, but they will sit on Liang Zixu and say that his theory is not worthy of the name, which is a big blow to his reputation Su Wen.

Like Liu Hua said just now. If others provoke him, if he doesn't fight back, he won't have to mess around in the future.

Say yes?

Su Wen's head is bigger, and he has been questioned a lot along the way, there is a boat in front of him, there is a mark river in the back, and even a big man like Xie Kun has spoken out and can't get along with him. Fortunately, he Su Wen was full of confidence and coped with them one by one. It has been recognized by everyone.

I thought that he would go out of Guangdong, come to Kyoto, and be his beautiful man quietly in the Huaxia Academy of Letters - oh, wrong, it is to be a quiet and individual talent, so that he can immerse himself in the atmosphere of the university, create with peace of mind, and make greater achievements.

I didn't think about it. As soon as school started, trouble came to his door - he really didn't want to fight with a young and vigorous person like Liang Zixu. He actually wants to say that whoever wants to do the position of squad leader can do it, it's about him!

However, Liang Zixu drew the line and forced him to Liangshan, making it impossible for him to step down!

"Su Wen, what are you afraid of him doing!" Liu Hua patted Su Wen on the shoulder and shouted loudly. "Talented people are never afraid of being questioned by others! Liang Zixu is just a little weak, you don't like him, right? ”

Ma Junwu smiled: "Boss Su, Liang Zixu wants to compose poetry with you on the spot." I think he's looking for abuse! Since he can't find it comfortable, you can fulfill him! ”

No matter what Li Ge said, he also supports his roommates in the same dormitory.

Sweeping the students who were talking about it, Su Wen sighed and said loudly: "Teacher Liang, it seems that our class is special enough, and the selection of a class leader must be decided by literary creation!" Actually, I really don't want to be this class leader, I can't do it, and I don't have enough time to do it. However, when it comes to competitions, I can't back down, lest anyone think that I, the first place in the middle school students' literature competition, is a wasted name! ”

Liang Ling smiled: "It seems that it is really necessary to decide the candidate for this squad leader with literary talent!" It's a lot of fun, and I'd love to see what you guys are doing! Hehe, our class 1 is really special enough! ”

The students below laughed when they heard this, and they became lively, thinking that this thing was really interesting and meaningful.

Speaking of which, I have to say that Liang Zi is eloquent, obviously he was not convinced by Su Wen's limelight, and went against the head teacher, and finally came up with such an idea of a competition, and reversed the nature of the matter - to decide the class leader with poetry creation, after the matter is completed, everyone will only praise the 1st class for doing a good job, saying that this is an innovative move.

And they are all still young, no matter what it is written, or whether Liang Zixu has any selfish intentions, it doesn't matter in the end, anyway, even if young people do something wrong, God will forgive them.

Liang Zixu looked at the excitement of the classmates around him, his eyes flickered, and when it came to this, he had no room to retreat.

"Teacher Liang, since everyone has no opinions, it's better to start!" Liang Zixu seemed to be very confident, and shouted loudly.

Liang Ling waved her hand and said: "Don't worry, although it is said that it is to create poetry on the spot, but there must be some rules, at least, the theme of creation must be determined, otherwise it would be unfair for everyone to take out the poems they wrote before, right?" In addition, the criteria for judging must also be set, otherwise you say that you are good, I say that I am good, how to determine the winner or loser? ”

Liang Zixu was overjoyed when he heard this, and finally felt that he was taken care of, thinking that Teacher Liang still relied on him.

In other words, Su Wen has published a collection of poems, and everyone thinks that many poems are classic enough, if he takes out one of them, won't he crush everyone?

Not to mention anything else, as long as Su Wen threw out the two poems "Magnolia Flower Order" and "Farewell to Half the Bridge" that made the Venerable Master Donglian praise, not to mention that Liang Zixu couldn't compare, even if those great poets came, they could only bow down.

Therefore, Liang Ling said that it is necessary to limit the subject matter, and not to compare with previous poems, which is very beneficial to Liang Zixu.

"Yes, yes, standards!"

"Teacher Liang, you just set a standard!"

"Teacher Liang, we all listen to your ......"

The students below saw that there was a bustle to see, and they also coaxed.

At the back of the classroom, Liu Hua was not very satisfied and muttered: "Teacher Liang is biased in favor of Liang Zixu, right, and he wants to restrict our Su Wen's poems?" They are all surnamed Liang, so they can't be relatives, right? That's not fair! ”

"It's nothing if it's unfair!" Ma Junwu sneered disdainfully, "In front of Boss Su Wen's absolute strength." It's all pale jokes together! With Boss Su's talent, even if he restricts the subject matter and writes a poem again, he can kill Liang Zixuan in seconds. Right, Boss Su? ”

Su Wen vomited blood when he heard this, and thought to himself, Old Ma, you are too exalted to me. You're too confident in me, aren't you?

In fact, Su Wen was most afraid of this kind of propositional creation that limited the subject matter, because he was afraid that he would not be able to find such a suitable work in his memory.

All great and classic works are seldom born from propositional compositions.

However, as Liang Ling said, if Su Wen uses his previous works to participate in the competition, it will be a bit of a bully to children, even if he wants to be beaten, it can't be too much.

Thinking of this, he could only smile slightly and not talk.

Liang Ling pressed her hand and quieted everyone down. "We don't have to set complicated standards and themes, so let's ...... As for the theme, it's very simple, you have just gone from middle school to university, and along the way, the people you have met and the things you have heard must have different feelings. You can create based on what you see and hear. Don't have to be fixed to something. As long as it can be related to your feelings along the way! ”

As soon as the theme came out, Liang Zi's face changed.

Don't look at Liang Ling's restrictions. But what you hear, what you see, as long as you can get involved, this is a little too lenient. To put it bluntly, you can write anything, as long as you can justify yourself.

In this way, the restrictions on Suvin can be ignored.

"Sure enough!" Liang Zixu was sad and indignant, "In Mr. Liang's heart." Su Wen is her godson, except for him, no one else can enter her eyes! I ......"

The other students were also stunned, this theme is equal to nothing. Originally, they planned to actively participate, but when they heard that, there were not many restrictions. Confidence was suddenly insufficient—with the existence of such a great god as Su Wen, they simply didn't have the courage to challenge!

Thinking of this, many people looked at Liang Zixu with sympathy. In other words, they can pretend that the ostrich does not participate, and just watch from the wall. But as the initiator of this competition, Liang Zixu can't escape, and he must actively participate in it no matter what.

Liang Ling ignored everyone's reactions and continued: "As for the judging criteria, I don't think it's difficult. First of all, you can't enter the contest with poems that have been published before. As for the verdict of victory and defeat...... Everyone is a top student in the liberal arts, and their ability to appreciate literary works is not bad, so I will leave the right of judgment to you. If you say that someone's work is good, that is whose work is good. Success? ”

"Good!"

"Teacher Liang is wise!"

"Great, Mr. Liang is so wise!"

“……”

The applause showed that everyone agreed with Liang Ling's idea, especially those students who did not plan to participate in the competition, they were more active, anyway, they were onlookers playing soy sauce, and the head teacher was able to put the power of judgment in their hands, which was definitely an unexpected joy, of course, there was no intention to push it off.

Liang Zixu's face was not good-looking.

Now he can be sure that Su Wen is not only Liang Ling's godson, but even an illegitimate child!

Who doesn't know that among this class of freshmen, Su Wen is so famous!

Winning the first place in the Huaxia Middle School Student Literature Contest and choosing the Huaxia Academy of Literature can make him the idol of many students, and many people worship him, not to mention those who have read his works, and they are his die-hard fans.

Not to mention anything else, there are many Su Wen's book fans in this classroom, and they leave the decision to them, and they have preconceived ideas, don't they vote for Su Wen?

He was unhappy with such a decision, but he didn't dare to oppose it, otherwise he would be against the whole class, which was very different from his dissatisfaction with Su Wen.

Liang Zixu regretted it a little now, thinking that it was really a good thing to compete with Su Wen?

Fortunately, Liang Zixu is also a person with a firm mind, and he quickly put his mentality right: "No matter what, the work is the key to determining the outcome of the victory." If what he writes doesn't make sense, no matter how thick-skinned people are, they won't vote for him! ”

Seeing that the students did not object, Liang Ling said with a smile: "Since everyone has no opinion, then it is decided." Okay, let's give you ten minutes to prepare. After 10 minutes, anyone who wants to participate in this competition can come on stage and recite your poems for no more than three minutes! ”

After speaking, Liang Ling stepped down from the podium and handed over the next stage to the students.

A group of students exchanged heads and discussed whether or not to participate.

Some of them thought about the work with a sad face, and some looked left and right, intending to carry out the soy sauce beating to the end.

Liang Ling sat in the front row of the classroom, watching with interest what the students were doing.

In other words, in this class, she is only optimistic about Su Wen, let him be the class leader, and has the intention of exercising him. When her decision was opposed by Liang Zixu, she was greatly annoyed.

However, Liang Zixu said something and threw out a suggestion for the competition, she felt that this thing was good and could enliven the class atmosphere, so she agreed to it.

Deep down, she is also looking forward to it: "It is said that Su Wen is the first genius of the young generation in the literary world, and it is said that "If Life Deceives You" and "The Death of a Little Civil Servant" were still created in live TV shows. So, what will he write today? ”

Liang Ling was a little excited in her heart, and she couldn't wait for Su Wen to immediately come to the stage to recite his poems.

Speaking of Su Wen, Liu Hua and Li Ge around him were the most calm, because they didn't have the intention of participating in this competition in the first place.

They are just lovers of fiction and have no passion for poetry.

As for Ma Junwu, who has published a book, he thinks more simply-with Boss Su Wen here, wouldn't it be a shame that he still went up to write poems!

"I don't want to be a joke, let Liang Zixu and them be the background of Boss Su's crushing of sentient beings!"

It is said that since the more contact with Su Wen, Ma Junwu's worship of him has become more and more deep, especially after reading "Thunderstorm" a few times, Ma Junwu almost can't wait to bow his head and worship Su Wen as a god-like existence.

Su Wen's face was calm, his fingers tapped on the table, and he thought, "Am I going to pretend to plagiarize again?" Alas, the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop, I don't want to find trouble, trouble wants to find me? What is this, the treatment of the protagonist? ”

"Boss Su!" Ma Junwu poked Su Wen with a curious expression, "Seeing that you are confident, you must already have a manuscript, right?" Why don't you read it to me now, so that I can enjoy the charm of your beautiful words before others? ”

"Uh......" Su Wen could only say, "I'm still thinking." ”

Liu Hua patted Ma Junwu and said, "Old Ma, don't disturb Su Wen's masterpiece!" ”

Ma Junwu suddenly stopped talking.

Su Wen is not lying, but he really can't think of which poem to use, and he doesn't plan to be the first to go up, he wants to wait for Liang Zixu to go up and recite the poem, and then make a decision to see which one to use.

The fact is that the massive works in his brain, compared with Liang Zixu, are really a bit of a knife to kill chickens!

Minutes and seconds passed.

Syllable!

Liang Ling slapped the table, stood up and said, "When the time comes, whoever wants to participate in this competition, come on stage." ”

She announced the official start of the competition! (To be continued......)