At this time, Lin Yiqiu's heart was trembling.

Every time I reminisced about the four lines of poetry that Chen Mo recited, my heart trembled violently, and even my heartbeat was not very smooth.

He didn't expect, and he couldn't have imagined that this freshman student's talent would reach such a level!

It can really become a poem in three steps!

And the poems made reveal a heroic and majestic charm between the lines!

This talent is simply outrageous!

It's just a fierce madness!

Although the word "heartbroken" is not appropriate, it can truly depict the feelings in Lin Yiqiu's heart.

This level of quatrain, Lin Yiqiu asked himself, he would never be able to write it!

This can already be used as a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages, and it can be put in textbooks and poetry books for everyone to enjoy!

What's even more terrifying is that Chen Mo only took three steps to make this poem.

The talent made him, the president of the Jiangbei Ancient Poetry Research Association, feel ashamed.

I think she has studied ancient poetry for decades, and she is usually complacent, thinking that she is talented, but now she knows that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and she was completely impressed by a nineteen-year-old boy!

Autumn, in nature, always plays a sad role, and its "thinness" has long become a unique image, so that generations of people keep chewing and aftertaste.

So, in autumn, in the pages of dry paper, in the square Chinese characters, the wisps of grievances, sorrows, thoughts, and worries were blurred.

But Chen Mo's poem is in a different way, unusual, it eulogizes the beauty of autumn with its greatest enthusiasm!

Just like he said.

He has transcended the ancients' understanding of autumn and found his own "autumn"!

"Teacher Lin, this poem I wrote, is it okay?" Chen Mo asked with a chuckle.

This is a poem by Liu Yuxi!

Just kidding, is "Shihao" called for nothing?

can be compared with his old man, and the poet immortal Li Bai and the poet saint Du Fu.

"This ...... Not bad...... It's ok......"

Lin Yiqiu said with a red face.

I really want to slap myself!

Is this poem called okay?

This is already transcendent and holy!

It's been a long time coming!

But for the sake of his own face, Lin Yiqiu really couldn't directly admit that Chen Mo had won.

Otherwise, this face is too loud, and she will not be able to raise her head in school in the future.

He took the initiative to pretend to be forced to slap Chen Mo in the face, but he was slapped in the face.

How ugly is it to get out?

"That'...... Do you think your poem is higher or lower than mine? Chen Mo said lightly.

"Uh...... This one......

The two poems have different charms......

A sad song, a heroic song......

I think...... It should be a draw, right? Lin Yiqiu's face turned red after speaking.

She is a professor-level person, and she actually plays tricks with students!

The students in the audience also became disdainful.

"Mr. Lin, this is a bit unauthentic."

"It's obviously Chen Mo's one that's better!"

"That's right, and people are poems in three steps!"

"Is this a trick?"

"If you really want to calculate it, in fact, Mr. Lin's poem is not much worse than Chen Mo's.

It's just that the knowledge, experience and age gap between the two sides is too big.

Thinking about this, Chen Mo has already left Teacher Lin's scum in seconds! ”

"I actually think that a draw is a good result, after all, Chen Mo is a student, so he can't be too faceless to the teacher!"

"That's right, Chen Mo should approve of this ending, right?"

"If you want me, I'll admit it, so how can Mr. Lin see that the other party has taken the steps down, and he will definitely take care of it in the future."

Just when everyone thought that Chen Mo would admit it.

Chen Mo nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, a draw is a draw!"

Teacher Nalin, let's have another game! ”

"Huh? Still...... Come back......"

Lin Yiqiu saw that Chen Mo was so arrogant and domineering, and couldn't help but be a little timid and retreat.

This is a typical artist who is bold and woody!

This thing is too perverted!

Mathematics killed Wang Xianjie in seconds, and now I don't have any scum left in poetry!

Why are you still coming to college?

Can't you just apply to be a professor?

Perverted, wicked!!

Lin Yiqiu's eyes rolled and he coughed dryly, hiding his embarrassment.

"Well, how about another modern poem?

Or is it autumn as the theme, how? ”

Chen Mo said domineeringly.

Provoking the professor?

Or a professor who is at the top level in his profession?

Don't say it's Jiangbei University, looking at the whole country and the world, how many people can have such a domineering performance?

Long Ao's face flushed, and he couldn't help but burst out and said foully: "Grass! Awesome! ”

Ye Fan also said: "The boss is the boss!"

It doesn't matter if you're a teacher or a professor.

Whatever you are awesome, Lao Tzu will slap you in the face.

You can't lift your head until you hit it! ”

"It's so cool!

I really want to talk to the professor arrogantly like this with the boss!

It's a pity that I can't write a poem in any of my 800-word essays.

I can't be arrogant if I want to!

We don't have the ability! Shi Lei sighed.

Lin Yiqiu felt that he couldn't hold his face.

was forced to get off the stage by a student.

She nodded and immediately agreed, "Okay!" ”

You are awesome in ancient poetry, can it be a modern poem?

In this world, there is absolutely no one who is perfect and good at anything!

Even if there is, it is definitely not you Chen Mo!

The poetry battle begins again!

Because this time it was a modern poem, Lin Yiqiu thought about it for a full twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yiqiu recited confidently.

"As soon as the leaves fall, autumn is almost gone, and the fallen leaves are winter stickers.

As soon as the leaves fall, the sunlight fades, and the fallen leaves are the sun-soaked tea leaves.

As soon as the leaves fall, the snowflakes are coming, and the fallen leaves are the cousins of the snowflakes.

The one who should go, the one who should be separated, the quiet one who should be quiet, the one who should write, the future that should come,

The greeting that should be welcomed. ”

After chanting, Lin Yiqiu raised his head and said proudly:

"This poem is called "Falling Leaves", which I thought about from the recent college entrance examination, and it can be regarded as a feeling.

How is it?

Chen Mo, do you want to admit defeat? ”

Chen Mo looked like an old god.

With a lofty attitude, he commented:

"Well, it's very rare to be able to make such a poem in twenty minutes.

It's beyond your level, Mr. Lin, right?

Not bad, not bad. ”

Pretend!

It's too pretending!

Not bad your sister!

Don't judge me with the gesture that you are the teacher, okay?

Lin Yiqiu held back the anger in his heart and said, "It's your turn next."

If you can't make better poems than I do.

I ask you to get out of this class, out of this school!

After learning to be a man and learning to respect, find a way to get back the test! ”

(PS: The college entrance examination is over, right?) Have fun tonight! Don't think about the future, tonight, I don't care about humans, I only care about you. ）