"Lao Zhang really deserves to be a great writer, and the poem he wrote is really wonderful!"

Ma Shi slapped this sycophant, and everyone paid attention to the poems written by Zhang Keda.

For a while, a sigh of admiration sounded.

"The water ripples in the Huaxi wetland, a few turns of the bridge suddenly appear, leaning on the red plum accompaniment, smiling and smiling and thinning the branches. Tut-tut, the writing is really good, vivid and vivid, just four sentences, it makes people feel like they are there! Ma Shi thought about it and did not forget to praise.

The crowd did not forget to nod their heads and praise.

"Where, where, it's just written by hand." Zhang Keda pretended to be modest and said.

"Eh, Lao Zhang, don't be modest, you can't write well, so who else here can compare with you?"

Ma Shi said, and continued to read: "The snow beats the pear blossoms and flutters the shoulders, the proud frost and bamboo shadow like the spring cold, the eternal name is far away, and I am shy." Well, that's a great write-up! ”

Ma Shi finished reading and took the lead in applauding.

Everyone present also nodded and applauded.

Although Zhang Keda pretended to be modest on his lips, it was difficult to hide his smugness on his face.

In the thunderous applause and continuous praise, Zhang Keda turned his gaze to Chen Hao, and the corner of his eye was raised.

But to his surprise, Chen Hao's face was calm and did not have a trace of waves.

"Humph!"

Zhang Keda hummed a puff of gas from his nostrils disdainfully, and said in his heart that you kid continue to pretend, it will be your turn in a while, see how to pretend!

"Lao Zhang is indeed amazing, and he has written such a superb work in such a short period of time, which is worth learning from all of us." Guo Nan said in agreement.

Next, everyone appreciated several works posted in the WeChat group, and the authors of the works were all proud.

Although literary works are not distinguished from high and low, everyone still secretly competes in private.

But these works are not as good as Zhang Keda's works, and many people present are willing to admit defeat.

After reading a few works, Guo Nan saw that Jin Zerui was always smiling and did not make his own remarks, so he asked curiously: "Jin Lao, you see that everyone's creative enthusiasm is very high, at this time, why don't you also come with a few sentences?" ”

Jin Zerui waved his hand again and again, shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm old, and my brain can't turn fast, so I can't compare to you young people." ”

"How so? Jin Lao, your sword is not old, the export is a chapter, and a few words casually are better than what we racked our brains to come up with. "Someone patted the sycophants.

Hearing this, Jin Zerui immediately burst out laughing.

With a smile on his face, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll have two sentences, but it's really only two sentences, just listen to them." ”

As he spoke, Jin Ruize's eyes glanced at the beautiful scenery around him, half-narrowed his eyes, and slowly said, "Bai Lu has a ...... with a leaf."

As soon as Jin Zerui opened his mouth to say a word, someone present immediately applauded and shouted: "Okay! That's a great way to say! Master level! ”

Guo Nan saw that it was a younger writer who was patting him, glanced at him, and reminded him with some displeasure: "Eh, Jin Lao is creating, don't interrupt him." ”

Jin Zerui coughed, pondered for a moment, and continued: "The moonlight turns over in the water. ”

After saying the two sentences, everyone talked softly.

The words are full of praise.

"It's like the wind in the sky, singing the clouds."

The two sentences came out in unison, which directly attracted everyone's applause.

"Okay, that's it, I'll just say a few words." Jin Zerui said with a smile.

Guo Nan took the lead in applauding: "Jin Lao is really not old, these two poems are really wonderful, I will transcribe and post them when I go back." ”

"It's not good, it's not good, it's not as good as you young people." Jin Zerui waved his hand and said modestly.

"Where, Jin Lao is too modest, if you don't write well, then what we just posted in the WeChat group is not a pile of broken copper and iron?" Zhang Keda said flatteringly.

"No, no, no, you don't have to deliberately compliment me, you should put more praise on your own creations, you are all excellent." Jin Zerui said with a laugh.

It can be seen that although he refuses too much praise, everyone present praises him, and he is still in a good mood.

After a round of works were shared, everyone's faces were happy.

Zhang Keda's heart always held his breath.

He set his eyes on Chen Hao's body.

"Eh, everyone's works were shared in the WeChat group just now, but I look at it, it seems that there is one less person."

When he spoke, his eyes kept staring at Chen Hao, so everyone present knew that there were few people, and naturally he was referring to Chen Hao.

"That's right, classmate Chen Hao, just now when you exchanged literary works, everyone was impressed, and even Jin Lao was full of praise for you, presumably you are also outstanding in your poetry creation this time, right?"

Guo Nan looked at Chen Hao and said with a smile: "You share your works, don't hide them if you have good works, let everyone see them." ”

Zhang Keda followed closely, looked at Chen Hao and said: "That's it, just now you said that you can create it in three minutes, and now everyone has sent it, if you don't send it, do you look down on us, or do you admit it and don't dare?" ”

As soon as Zhang Keda said this, everyone present suddenly burst into laughter.

Even Jin Zerui looked at Chen Hao curiously.

Guo Jingfei pretended to be kind and stood up to relieve Chen Hao and said: "That, I don't think it's necessary, Chen Hao has been playing games just now, and he has no time to think about it, so he can't hand over the work at this time." ”

When talking about the three words "playing games", Guo Jingfei deliberately accentuated the tone.

"Always playing games?"

Zhang Keda snorted a puff of gas from his nostrils, and squinted at Chen Hao: "Everyone present has higher literary attainments than you, but they still take the poetry creation activity just now seriously, but what about you, you are actually proud of Chairman Guo, proud of Jin Lao, proud of the people present, don't take this event seriously, when can't you play games, you choose to play at this time, what do you mean?" ”

Zhang Keda's words stirred up the fire of everyone present.

Guo Jingfei ostensibly stood up and wanted to relieve Chen Hao.

But in fact, seeing Zhang Keda taunting Chen Hao, he almost died of laughter in his heart.

"I believe Chen Hao, he didn't mean it."

"Humph! I think he meant it! Zhang Keda reprimanded angrily.

Guo Nan's gaze looked straight at Chen Hao: "Classmate Chen Hao, didn't you just say that you can create it in three minutes?" You didn't finish it within the allotted time, and everyone doesn't blame you, so let's give you another three minutes and you create one on the spot, which shouldn't be any difficulty for you, right? ”

As soon as Guo Nan's words fell, everyone present looked at Chen Hao with a good look.

It can be created in three minutes, which is obviously a bit difficult, except for Jin Lao, who has the ability to improvise, the others, even Zhang Keda dare not pat his chest to guarantee that he can quickly create it on the spot.

(End of chapter)