The brothers went to a nearby restaurant to eat, and then found a sauna and prepared to steam him and a sufficient.

I was going to go to the hot springs, but the hot springs on this side of Jiangcheng are basically artificial, and they are not as comfortable as natural hot springs, so I went to the sauna next to the restaurant.

"I can't see it, Zimo is still an abs man." Lin Rui looked at Song Zimo, who was wearing six-pack abdominal muscles on his bare body, and said jokingly.

Song Zimo seems to be quiet, but he didn't expect to be a fitness master.

Song Zimo was not modest, and responded with a slight meaning: "A few tigers will be beaten down for you."

"Not to mention, the fat man's family has a tiger, looking for me to fight alone, Zimo, you know how to do it, right?" Wu Hua suddenly remembered what the fat man said about the fitness coach, although it was the fat man who shouted for the two of them to compete, but if the main man refused, how could the fat man be the master, it is estimated that the coach also had this idea.

The strong, basically, can't see others stronger than themselves, it's best to be able to lie down, and sit on the throne of the strong forever.

"So dragged?" Song Zimo didn't doubt that he had him, "Then it will really happen another day." “

"Okay, I'll leave it to you over to the fat man." Worried that Song Zimo would regret it, Wu Hua hurriedly finalized, "Everyone heard it, Zimo is responsible." “

"I went, why did you go?" Song Zimo felt that he had been cheated again.

"I'm watching, I can't deal with boxers." Wu Hua said innocently.

"Boxer, you're cheating me again?" Song Zimo almost went berserk, how could he deal with the boxer, "I haven't practiced boxing before!" “

"Calm, won't you go to school, it's not easy to fight?" Wu Hua said lightweight?

"You can do it, you can do it." Song Zimo couldn't calm down, "I'm so handsome, I suffered a lot from being beaten and disfigured." “

"It's okay, Liang Yishan is not such a superficial person." Wu Hua said leisurely.

Boxing, Wu Hua is not good at either, although he has Liuhe Xingyi Boxing, but he doesn't want to be exposed so early.

"What do you mean?" Song Zi asked incomprehensibly.

"Zimo, why were you sluggish as soon as you met Liang Yishan?" Wu Hua said.

"Zimo is not dull, he is a love IQ, and it cannot be directly proportional to the IQ of learning." Lin Rui answered jokingly.

"Children in love, sad." The iron pillar looks like he is old and sunk.

"Don't say that grapes are sour if you can't eat them, you can envy and hate, I have a girlfriend, I'm happy." Song Zimo was extremely angry.

"I also have a girlfriend, why am I not as stupid as you?" Wu Hua is more serious, speaking of which, he still has two girlfriends, who said that he doesn't have a girlfriend and who is in a hurry.

"Why am I stupid, I just don't show that smart, and I'm always calculated by you." Song Zimo didn't admit that he was stupid, but Wu Hua's cunning was true.

"Haha, I'm exercising you." After Wu Hua finished speaking, he laughed out loud.

"Exercise a hammer, pit cleaner." Song Zimo Aiai said resentfully: "It's almost time to catch up with the wrongdoer."

"You can be content, Lin Rui can't get a pit if he wants to." Tiezhu took Lin Rui to open the brush.

"Yes, that's special treatment." Lin Rui said very cooperatively.

"Hey, I won't talk to you, I'll try it in the hot area." Song Zimo walked towards a sauna on the right.

"Beware of being a roast pig." Iron Pillar shouted jokingly from behind.

The group walked into the sauna with a smile.

On the sixteenth day of the first month, the beginning of the new year, the major clubs are also urgently preparing for the Spring Festival meeting, and the Literature Club is no exception.

Except for a few members who wear many positions, the sixteen members of the literary club are basically here, but Liang Yishan is late.

As soon as Liang Yishan entered the door, Wu Hua quipped: "Yo, the American girl is back."

Everyone looked at the door.

"What an American girl, I'm an authentic Chinese." Liang Yishan threw her schoolbag aside and replied handsomely.

Although the family lived in the United States, her father insisted that she learn Chinese culture and taught her not to forget that she was Chinese wherever she went.

Seeing Wu Hua joking, several more active members also coaxed.

"Sister Shan, have you brought back any American specialties?" Lin Wen asked with a smile.

"What is an American specialty?" Yang Feng gossiped and asked, he really didn't know what specialties the United States had.

"Rich and handsome!" Lin Wen looked at Yang Feng and said half-jokingly: "I don't know this, how can we be a little reporter of the Literary Society?"

The United States is rich in rich and handsome?

"I see." Yang Feng smiled and said, "It seems that I am lonely and unheard."

"Sister Shan, where is Gao Fu Shuai?" Lin Wen was not serious, and asked Liang Yishan directly.

"Rich and handsome." Liang Yishan looked at Lin Wen with wide eyes, it was the first time she had heard that the United States was rich and handsome, it was really fresh.

"Ahem." Song Zimo coughed twice at the right time.

Tie Zhu suddenly felt interesting, and hurriedly agreed: "Honestly, how many do you bring back?"

Burst!

How many do you bring?

Liang Yishan almost laughed, should Tie Zhu be more funny?

"How many do you think you're bringing back with your children?" Liang Yishan glanced at the iron pillar.

You're talented!

Song Zimo glanced at the iron pillar, he suspected that he had really made a bunch of bad friends, he, the main master, was here, and he dared to teach his girlfriend to take Gao Fushuai back to China?

Tie Zhu looked like he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he pretended to be surprised and shouted, "How many children do you want to bring back?"

"Does Zimo know about this?" Tie Zhu ignored Song Zimo's eyes and continued.

Song Zimo slashed at the iron pillar fiercely, if it weren't for so many people present, it is estimated that Song Zimo would have rushed up and beat him violently.

"Ahem, let's get down to business, let's have a meeting." Wu Hua saw that the joke was a little too much, so he diverted the topic.

"Meeting, President, please." Tie Zhu also closed his mouth in amusement after speaking.

Song Zimo stood up, greeted everyone, and then talked about some specific work and development contents of the Literary Society this academic year.

Wu Hua sat next to Song Zimo, listening carefully to the content of Song Zimo's report, unlike usual, all the meeting reports this time were planned and written by Song Zimo alone.

Wu Hua is very pleased, after several months of study and hard work, Song Zimo has been constantly upgraded from a textbook master, constantly transforming, and is moving forward step by step, growing and progressing.

After the influence of the last award-winning essay competition, it not only improved the popularity of the literary club, but also greatly increased the sales of the school newspaper. And no matter whether students come for literature or award-winning essays, as long as the signboard of the literary club is played, it will attract the attention of other students, and the purpose of development is not to let everyone join the literary club, but to let everyone know that there is a literary club as a group, and what influential things have been done, which is the meaning of the group's development and existence.

This society is very realistic, if you like a kind of thing, you may first like other things that are related to this kind of thing, but if you don't touch it, don't touch it, how will you know if you like it or not?

Therefore, in the second phase of the essay competition, Song Zimo and Wu Hua agreed that there would still be a prize essay as usual.

"The work and goals of the Literature Club this semester are these, if you have any opinions that can be reflected in time, then we will discuss the content and theme of the second phase of the essay." Song Zimo closed the report and asked for everyone's opinions.

"We are already members of the Literature Club, so can we still participate in this issue of the essay competition?" Lin Wen asked.

"You can participate, but you can't win prizes." Wu Hua said.

When everyone heard this, they immediately fell silent.

"I can't win the prize, what about the prize?" Chen Feng asked with a frown.

Such an attractive prize, you can only look at it, and there is no point in participating.

Wu Hua understood everyone's thoughts, after all, the prizes were attractive, and everyone was not a saint, so it was normal not to treat the prizes as dung.

Looking at everyone's depressed appearance, Wu Hua's eyes suddenly lit up, but he was worried, and said: "I have an idea, but I don't know if it's okay."

"What thoughts?" Song Zimo asked.

"For our internal members, we can set up a three-line poem column, hold regular internal competitions, and the prizes will be distributed as usual, but only internal members can participate." Wu Hua said.

The three-line poem is beautiful and touches the heartstrings.

In just a few sentences, it can contain a lot of emotions that he wants to express, which is one of the reasons why Wu Hua preferred three-line poems in his last life.

Thinking of the popularity of online three-line poems in the 21st century, as long as the three-line poems are introduced to Jiangcheng University, there will definitely be a wave of three-line poems.

"What is a three-line poem?" Lin Rui was quite interested in this word, mainly because he had never heard of it.

"A three-line poem is a miniature poem and an independent poetic genre, usually defined as a poem within three lines and no more than 30 words." Wu Hua briefly introduced the three-line poem.

"Three lines?" Lin Wen was surprised: "Shorter than a quatrain?"

"Not necessarily in terms of word count, but the format of the poem is only three lines." Wu Hua saw that everyone was confused, so he explained: "Three-line poems have been written since ancient times, but they have not been widely circulated, and there are many poems of this genre in history, and the famous work "Divine Comedy" by the Chinese Renaissance poet Dante is a poem that uses a maximum of three lines of rhyme."

"It turns out that the "Divine Comedy" is a three-line rhythm, I understand this." Chen Feng said.

"That's okay, if you don't understand, let's get to know Chen Feng then." Wu Hua didn't say much, and cut straight to the point, "As for the internal rewards, I am going to divide them like this." “

When it comes to reward division, this is the focus of everyone's concern.

"We have an internal competition once a month, which is in the format of a three-line poem, and we are rewarded not with prizes, but with a unified prize system." Wu Hua paused, and saw that everyone was looking at him with bright eyes, just like a wild wolf seeing its prey, Wu Hua suddenly felt funny.

"I'll discuss with the president about the specific amount of bonus." Wu Hua gave Song Zimo enough face, and he was ready to pay for this money himself.

"Good, good." Lin Wenlian said that three are good, no matter how much money there is, he only feels that this kind of competition is fresh, and he is interested.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Wu Hua continued: "When the time comes, we will make another anthology of our internal works, put them in the library, or distribute them in schools, and at the same time publicize the literary club, good works can be praised again, which is equivalent to promoting ourselves."