"Do you still want to go to the traditional literature competition in the afternoon?" Walking on the road, Jiang Xuedai asked.

Liu Bi raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Whatever, if you go, I will accompany you." ”

Jiang Xuedai nodded, and said with some concern: "It's just that your posture in the morning is too high-profile, I'm afraid of offending many people from Dong'an No. 1 Middle School." If you go in the afternoon, they will definitely target you. ”

Liu Bi smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a bunch of mediocre talents." ”

Wenqu Sacred Heart Pill is so magical, Liu Bi's IQ has already exploded, and the mathematical, physical and chemical question competition in the morning has proved this.

As for traditional culture and literature, Liu Bi was very interested in the culture left by his ancestors when he was in school, and read a lot of extracurricular books, whether it was poetry and songs, or ghosts and strange stories, and the background was no worse than that of some so-called experts.

Although I have forgotten a lot of things I watched over the years, but now with the help of the Wenqu Sacred Heart Pill, looking back on it is as simple as watching a movie.

Seeing Liu Bi's self-only appearance in the world, Jiang Xuedai said with disgust.

"Boom!"

But that Yingying smile betrayed her heart, for capable and talented boys, where can there be girls who don't fall in love? Especially this guy is still a super handsome guy!

Liu Bi took Jiang Xuedai's hand, pulled her aside, and said with a wink.

"In the morning, your boyfriend and I were so majestic, saved the critical situation, gave Lingnan No. 1 Middle School a good victory, and also gave you a good breath, should you reward it?"

Jiang Xuedai's face flushed, turned her face to the side and said, "Cut, you're not my boyfriend!" Besides, I didn't let you make a move, you were willing to do it. ”

Liu Bi hugged Jiang Xuedai's slender waist and said with a smile: "Am I not doing it for you?" This is not a boyfriend, so you have to roll the sheets? ”

"Phew! Little rascal, let me go! ”

"I won't let it go unless you kiss me. Over here. Liu Bi stretched out the left side of his face.

Jiang Xuedai looked at him like a scoundrel, and she had no choice but to kiss Liu Bi on the left side of her cheek with a red face.

Liu Bi hurriedly stretched out his right cheek again: "There is also here." ”

"You! It's a school, so it's enough! ”

"Don't, if you don't kiss, I won't let go."

Jiang Xuedai gritted her silver teeth, and had no choice but to kiss Liu Bi on the right cheek again.

"And here." Liu Bi was not finished, and pointed to his mouth again.

"You're not done yet, are you?" Jiang Xuedai said angrily.

Liu Bi laughed, lowered his head and took a bite on Jiang Xuedai's ruddy cherry mouth.

"That's it, hehe."

"Little rascals! Take advantage of me, shoot you to death, kill you! Jiang Xuedai blushed with shame, and waved her pink fist at Liu Bi's chest.

The students next to him were dumbfounded.

My mother, this shy little girl, this coquettish little pink fist, is this still the Jiang University school flower who is as cold as ice and no one is allowed to enter?

The eyes of the boys who looked at Liu Bi were full of jealousy and admiration.

"Liu Bi is awesome! The goddess who couldn't find a breakthrough was just done by her, but it's a pity that a delicate flower was arched by this guy. ”

After the morning incident, the teachers and students of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School were naturally in a very good mood, but the students and teachers of Dong'an No. 1 Middle School couldn't eat.

"Smack!" The math teacher who gave Lu Weifeng the answer slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"It's infuriating! I can't swallow this breath! ”

Saying that, he hated iron and couldn't make steel, and looked at Lu Weifeng, who was sitting opposite with his head bowed deeply, and sighed.

"Insufficient success, more than failure!"

"Forget it, Lao Zheng, don't lose your temper at Wei Feng, that question is really too difficult. Shall we get this field back in the afternoon? Our traditional culture has a genius like Zhou Shuaishuai, and I am afraid that he will not be able to win against Lingnan No. 1 Middle School? ”

Another teacher also advised, "That's it! In terms of traditional cultural attainments, our Dong'an No. 1 Middle School threw off the eighteen streets of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School, and we can win with our eyes closed! Lao Zheng, you are really uncomfortable, let's discuss with Lingnan in the afternoon, and add some more color! Get back all the face you lost, and then win him Lingnan a hit! ”

"Oh? What else can be added? ”

"Lao Zheng, have you forgotten? Our school has four guaranteed places in Huaqing every year, so let's take out two of them and discuss with the old man of Chen Qiao that it is not a big deal to be the color head. ”

Lao Zheng frowned and said: "These two places are also very important to my Dong'an No. 1 Middle School, so take them out as a lottery head, is it appropriate?" And the total number of places in Lingnan No. 1 Middle School is only two, can Chen Qiao agree? ”

"Eh, what's out of place? Anyway, we are in a winning situation! With Lao Jia here, what are you afraid of? As for Chen Qiao, his confidence in the morning game has soared, and he will definitely agree in the afternoon! Hey. ”

He smiled, Lao Zheng glanced at Lao Jia, thinking of Lao Jia's attainments in traditional culture and his proud protégé, and also understood the "oh", it turned out that they had already said about the color head.

"I see, it's a good idea, ahahahaha! That's it! I believe in the ability of Lao Jia and his students! ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Qiao came to the multimedia classroom stage and patted the microphone.

"Everyone, let's be quiet, let me first introduce you to the afternoon game. The afternoon competition is divided into three rounds, the first round is poetry solitaire, the second round is couplet, and the third round is about calligraphy! The winner of three rounds and two rounds is considered a winner. ”

"By the way, let me tell you one more thing, in the afternoon competition, the teachers of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School and Dong'an No. 1 Middle School can also participate, and the lottery of our competition has also increased!"

Chen Qiao looked around at the students below, and said excitedly: "If we win this competition, our Lingnan No. 1 Middle School will be able to obtain the two guaranteed places of Huaqing University provided by Dong'an No. 1 Middle School, and correspondingly, if we lose, the only two guaranteed places of Huaqing University in our school will also be transferred to Dong'an No. 1 Middle School." ”

"Wow!"

As soon as the words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and the crowd turned heads and ears, this time it was really a big game, this is a real fight!

"I hope everyone will participate in this competition and win glory for our school! It's game on! The color head was raised to this point, and Chen Qiao's voice unconsciously became much more cautious.

On the one hand, Dong'an No. 1 Squadron replaced Lu Weifeng, who was the leader in the morning, and the man on the field was a boy with a face full of pimples and very small eyes, named Zhou Shuaishuai.

Although this person is relatively ugly, his fame seems to be quite big, and many students from Lingnan No. 1 Middle School on the field recognized him.

"Wow, that's Zhou Shuaishuai! Isn't that the grand prize winner of the last national recitation competition? ”

"Yes, I have also watched that competition, it is said that although this Zhou Shuaishuai's academic performance is average, his attainments in traditional culture are very high, and he is a treasure of all kinds of Chinese studies."

Compared with Zhou Shuaishuai, the member of the Lingnan No. 1 Squadron who replaced Liu Lei seems to be a little unrenowned, his name is Feng Xiaocong, he hasn't spoken much since he entered the field, and his personality seems to be quite withdrawn.

In the first round of poetry solitaire, the teachers of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School and Dong'an No. 1 Middle School took turns to write the questions.

Seeing that the audience was quiet, the teacher of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School spoke.

"Take the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts": 'The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. As the title poem, several students must use the last word of the ancient poem as the poem of the next poem! You can rush to answer, whoever raises their hand first can answer the question first! ”

Before the words fell, a person from Dong'an No. 1 Middle School suddenly immediately stretched out his hand, and the teacher of Lingnan No. 1 Middle School was stunned and smiled bitterly.

"Dong'an No. 1 Squadron answers."

The student smiled and recited aloud: "New Year's Works": Liu Changqing's work, the hometown heart is cut in the New Year, and the world is alone. The old is under the people, and the spring returns to the guest first. The mountain ape is the same as the twilight, and the river and willow are in the wind and smoke. It has been like Changsha Fu, and it has been a few years since then. ”

After the recitation, he also made a scholarly salute to the teachers present in a rather ancient manner.

"Good! Well received! "Dong'an No. 1 Middle School applauded, the first battle was lost in the morning, and it must be the first battle to win in the afternoon, and Dong'an No. 1 Middle School was full of morale.

The student who answered the question looked at Lingnan No. 1 Middle School contemptuously at this time, and finally searched for Liu Bi's figure in the crowd, and snorted coldly.

"Liu Bi, weren't you very proud in the morning? Why don't you talk now? If you really have the ability, you can answer the questions! ”

Liu Bi was stunned, he was really shot while lying down, but he didn't expect this group of people to really target himself so much as Jiang Xuedai said, and they just found their heads at the beginning.

Seeing the worried eyes around him, Liu Bi knew it in his heart.

Probably they all think that I can do math problems, but my literary skills are very poor, so let you get to know me better.

Liu Bi got up without humility or arrogance, and asked with a smile: "Are you sure you want me to answer the question?" ”

The student from Dong'an No. 1 Middle School said loudly and firmly: "Sure and sure!" Hum! Look how shameful you are! ”

Liu Bi shook his head and smiled, without thinking, and said lightly: ""Wuyi Tea Song", Fan Zhongyan works, comes from the southeast every spring, and Jianxi first warms the ice and opens slightly. The strange tea by the stream crowns the world, and the Wuyi immortals have planted it since ancient times. Please, all the top students! ”

After speaking, he looked at the Dong'an No. 1 Squadron with great interest, and sat down leisurely, calm and terrifying.

As soon as they heard Liu Binian's poem, everyone in Dong'an No. 1 Squadron was dumbfounded, and even Lao Jia, the teacher with high literary attainments, was blushing.

Anyone with a little knowledge knows that this is a dead move!

I originally wanted to give the other party a little color to see, but I didn't expect to be given a general by someone else just at the beginning of the first round!