Chapter Seventy-Seven: Autumn? Poetry?

Because of the upcoming mock exam, the learning atmosphere in the class this week was extremely tense, even Han Shenliang, who had always been very aggressive, was also immersed in the review, Gu Yang asked him to go out to blow the wind, and shouted "Brother should study hard, don't disturb my brother's review career", and then continued to meditate on a few math problems.

Only Xu Yuexun will not care about those few test papers and will always be by his side.

At the end of class, the two of them leaned on the railing, in front of the classroom corridor were a few lush evergreen bamboos, as well as a piece of fresh and elegant small flowers, the skeleton of the flower is not large, only the size of a thumb, four or five petals, but it is a faint fragrance.

Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, Gu Yang faced Xu Yuexun, found a fallen bamboo leaf on her head, and said, "Yuexun, don't move." ”

The girl listened to the sound and stood quietly, like a statue full of beauty.

Gu Yang stretched out his hand, took off the bamboo leaves, put them into the grass full of small flowers, looked at Xu Yuexun for a few seconds, and then smiled and separated.

Just as he was about to say something, a male voice suddenly came from the side, interfering between the two.

"Well, can you ask Fang's name?"

He turned his head and saw that it was Tang Liang who he had met last time.

The president of the school's literature club tidied up the collar of the shirt on his chest with his hands, maintained his own state, and tried to show his gentlemanly demeanor, and said: "I was sorry last time, I was rude, but this time I specially said I'm sorry, and in addition, I want to ask the name of this classmate, if I can, I think we can have a beautiful encounter before." ”

The last embarrassing separation made him feel annoyed in his heart, but he was reluctant to forget Xu Yuexun, and after using the relationship to find it, he finally came to the door again today.

This man is very interesting.

After analyzing the other party's words a little, Gu Yang had to admit that the title of the president of the school's literature club is indeed quite bluffing, he speaks closely, and it is not easy to make people disgusted, which is indeed quite powerful.

On the other hand, Xu Yuexun's reaction was very simple.

"Let's go back to the classroom."

Saying a word to Gu Yang, ignoring Tang Liang, who was smiling and masculine with male charm, the girl turned around, walked back to the classroom after six or seven steps, and disappeared in the pupils of the president of the school's literary and art club.

"This little Lori is very strong."

Gu Yang smiled the same bright smile at Tang Liang, who had a stiff smile, and walked back to the classroom, secretly adding a sentence in his heart.

"I like it, though."

Friday, 3:30 p.m., exam time.

This is a language test.

In high school, English is reduced to a minor subject, and in the second year of high school, even after passing the second level, you can no longer study it, unless you choose courses in college.

Lin Yihua, who was stepping on high heels, took a stack of thick test papers, walked to the podium of the class, swept around the class with a serious face, and said, "Pack up your things and prepare for the exam." ”

There was a loud bang in the classroom, and the stationery and books were packed into the drawers at a great speed.

"Hey, Lao Gu, I always forgot to ask you, that day at the bar, I left first, what happened between you and Teacher Lin? Why don't you write your Chinese homework now? ”

While packing up the textbooks, Han Shenliang lowered his voice and asked.

Gu Yang rolled his eyes and replied, "Please remember your gender, gossip is not something men should do." ”

"Hey, I'm not a man yet, I'm a boy, you know?"

Hearing this, he just wanted to laugh twice, but Lin Yihua on the podium suddenly raised his voice and shouted his name.

"Gu Yang."

The tone of the two words was so long that he had to close his mouth and turn his gaze to the female teacher.

"Please come up to the podium to take the test."

Gu Yang pursed the corners of his lips, didn't say anything, shrugged helplessly, picked up the pen and tape on the podium, and sat down.

Lin Yihua condescendedly and handed him a test paper, which was the first of the entire paper, with an unpredictable smile on his face: "Take the test well." ”

This smile made him feel a little infiltrating, closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality, forgot about this scene, and flipped through the test paper to prepare to answer the questions.

After a few minutes, all the Chinese papers were distributed, and the whole classroom was filled with a rustling sound, which was the sound of the pen on the test paper.

This kind of high school test questions, in all fairness, are much more difficult than the middle school exam papers, even Gu Yang can't guarantee 100% accuracy, not to mention that during the usual exams, the teacher corrects the papers very strictly, and can deduct two points, absolutely not one or five points, so it is still necessary to write well.

However, even so, he still chopped melons and vegetables all the way, completed all kinds of topics, and wrote them in the composition part.

As soon as he looked at the essay topic, the young man's facial expression couldn't help but become weird, he looked up at Lin Yihua, who was patrolling his classmates in the classroom, and scanned the essay topic suspiciously.

This topic is a bit non-mainstream, huh?

It's not like an essay question in a normal high school Chinese exam.

After thinking quietly for more than ten seconds with a pen, Gu Yang raised his head again, looked at Lin Yihua's back, and shook his head silently.

He is really not very familiar with this aspect of the style. If you insist on writing, you probably won't be able to write anything.

"There's no way, I can only turn on the cheat mode."

After pondering for a while, he closed his eyes and searched for a poem suitable for the following scenario.

If you have to write it yourself, I don't know how many points I can get for this essay, in this case, I really don't have the courage to say strongly in front of Lin Yihua that I don't write language homework, so let's be honest and borrow the masterpieces of my predecessors.

Speaking of which, how can I live a low-key high school now more and more high-key?

It feels like life is like a grinding wheel, and there are times when I don't want to move, but I can't help but swing forward.

Forget it, your name is always going to be spread, it's impossible to pretend to be low-key, or just go with the flow, don't shrink too much.

Walking among the students' seats, Lin Yihua's mood was brisk, and the unique rhythm was beating.

Just when she started the exam, she put a cover for Gu Yang, and she deliberately called the other party to the podium.

His test paper is different from other people's test papers.

Naturally, the previous topics are the same, but there is a slight difference in the requirements for the title of the essay.

The normal essay question for the exam paper is like this.

Take autumn as the theme, write an 800-word essay, the topic is self-proposed, the theme is self-chosen, and the poem requires more than ten lines.

And Gu Yang's Chinese test paper is extremely concise, with only a few lines, with autumn as the theme, write a modern poem, more than ten lines.

These two essay questions don't seem to be much different, but the degree of freedom in the essay is simply not the same level, and the difficulty naturally increases a lot.

"Don't want to do your language homework? Well, I didn't have it that easy. ”

Turning a corner, the corners of the female teacher's mouth couldn't help but purse up, hooking into a snickering angle.

It took about ten minutes for the poem to be written.

Looking at the dozen lines of poems left in the composition grid, Gu Yang frowned, feeling that this poem was a little ambiguous, not suitable for him at this age, but since it had been written, then forget it.

In this era, love is not strictly guarded, and this is just a poem, and the shijie concept of advocating culture will not cause any prejudice to the teacher.

Casually pressed the finished paper under his hand, raised his hips and looked at the students in the class who were still struggling to code, Gu Yang finished sweeping around and sat down again.

"Wait for the exam to end.,By the way, clean up your thoughts about the plot of the recent novel.,By the way.,Zhou Xing over there is almost already arranged.,Give a call and ask.,It's better to listen."

He really doesn't know much about arrangement, it's better to leave it to professionals, according to Zhou Xing's own musical quality, plus this is the other party's strong music item, so he is quite confident.

Closed his eyes and thought about the problem, I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden sound of footsteps around him, he opened his eyes and looked, it turned out to be Lin Yihua.

"Done?"

The female teacher asked.

Gu Yang nodded and did not speak.

Lin Yihua stretched out his right hand, picked up the test paper, skipped the previous questions, and went straight to the one of the essays.

At first, he lowered his gaze lightly, and after a few seconds, his gaze was straight.

For a minute, a full minute, she stood there, the test paper in her hand, lost in her soul, and her mind drifted somewhere.

finally woke up from the artistic conception of the poem, squirming her lips, wanting to say something, just when it was time for the end of class, and the dinging bell blocked all her words.

Gu Yang smiled at her indifferently, walked back to his seat, and beckoned Xu Yuexun and Han Shenliang to leave.

"It's another beautiful Friday."