On the stage, the corners of Cheng Hongming's eyes twitched slightly.

It's!

This is a poetry meeting, not your Ye Xuan's fan meeting, do you really think we can't see your little actions?

The most annoying thing is that those girls took the initiative to hand Ye Xuan a note, and Ye Xuan swore that he was passive!

"Boss, another girl handed you a note, and asked if you were free at night, and wanted to invite you to dinner."

"Boss..."

Yang Xueyao was very helpless, how did she become a middleman who passed words and notes. Ye Xuan was even more helpless, this broken table had no drawers, resulting in notes on the table.

And those modernist girls who are dressed in Tang costumes or dressed normally all wink at themselves and hint wildly, and everyone blinks and hints, and they really can't say it if they don't respond, and they nodded with a shy smile on their faces.

At this point, all the girls are blushing and covering their faces shyly.

They are all fans of Ye Xuan's movies and songs, and seeing that their idols are close at hand, if it weren't for the three teachers on stage who are very strict, it is estimated that they would immediately pounce on Ye Xuan to ask for an autograph.

The men around him who took the opportunity to mix in poetry and wanted to pick up girls gritted their teeth when they saw such a move, and a boy with glasses who looked a little delicate clenched his fists.

Damn!

It's so damning!

His beloved goddess Liu Jiaojiao actually made eye contact with Ye Xuan, this can be endured!

I can't bear it!

"Isn't it just a star, what's the big deal!" Xu Zhiqiang said sourly, in his eyes, Ye Xuan is at best a small star, he is a leading figure in the future literary world.

How can a drama be compared to a writer?

"Ahem!"

Cheng Hongming pretended to cough a few times to attract attention.

"Today is the annual poetry conference, and I hope that all students will not forget the purpose of participating." Cheng Hongming said meaningfully.

Picking up girls in front of him, Ye Xuan is really dung!

"As we all know, spring is coming, and this year's topic is whether it is modernist or classical. Write an ancient or modern poem on the theme of spring. The winner can get a reward of 100,000 dollars, and I'll give you thirty minutes! ”

After speaking, Cheng Hongming pointed to the clock on the wall, which happened to be eight o'clock.

Spring-timed?

The students below all pondered that the simpler the question, the more difficult it is to solve, and you must know that the three people on the stage are all professors from the Department of Literature of Yenching University, and their ability to appreciate poetry far exceeds that of others.

It's hard to get their approval!

The students in the audience scratched their ears and cheeks, and Ye Xuan yawned lazily when he heard the topic of spring.

"Boss, you don't write?" Yang Xueyao looked at Ye Xuan curiously.

"I'm not in a hurry."

Ye Xuan leaned on the table and said lightly.

Truth be told, it's a simple question!

Wait a minute!

Ye Xuan raised his head abruptly and squinted his eyes.

It seems that the champion rewards 100,000 dollars?

Bah!

Am I the type of person who likes money?

"Xue Yao, do you know Bai Juyi?" Ye Xuan wanted to confirm something.

"Bai Juyi, who is he? The singer is still an actor, I don't know. ”

Yang Xueyao raised her head when she heard Ye Xuan's words, thought for a few seconds, and shook her head.

"Then you know Li Bai?"

"Then I must know, Li Bai is a very famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, known as a poet immortal, and many of his poems are in textbooks."

"If you don't know Bai Juyi, I'll be relieved."

Ye Xuan played with the brush in his hand, knowing Li Bai or not knowing Bai Juyi, it seems that there are still many things in this world that need to be excavated by himself!

What is he doing?

He's sleeping!

Xu Zhiqiang stared at Ye Xuan, who was sleeping on the table, and shook his head and laughed.

Although he didn't know how Ye Xuan invited this poetry meeting, seeing that his performance today was really disappointing, thinking of the goddess Liu Jiaojiao he had a crush on and Ye Xuan, Xu Zhiqiang couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

He is the president of the classical school of Yenching University, although the title of the teacher of this poetry meeting is a little profound, Xu Zhiqiang is still confident that he will be appreciated by the teacher.

Especially the goddess Liu Jiaojiao who he has a crush on is still one of the teachers is granddaughter, if he gets the approval of that teacher, Xu Zhiqiang shows the smirk of the landlord's son.

As for Ye Xuan, originally Xu Zhiqiang thought that this person might have two brushes, after all, although writing songs and poems are two different concepts, the beautiful lyrics and verses have the same effect, now it seems.

This person does not need to be taken to heart.

On stage, three teachers with glasses interacted with each other.

"Lao Cheng, are you sure that this poem was really written by that kid? Why don't I believe it! ”

Sitting next to Cheng Hongming, an old man with a stubble face and a Chinese character face said in disbelief.

This "Bamboo and Stone" is completely at the level of a master, even though Tong Lixin is a teacher of modernism, he was also surprised when he saw these four poems. In his opinion, this poem was most likely written by an ancient poet, and Ye Xuan just saw it by chance and wrote it down.

It's not impossible!

"Hehe, old boy, you think too much! This poem was indeed written by Ye Xuan! Unbelief? We'll see Ye Xuan's performance later. Cheng Hongming said slowly, lowering his head and savoring the "Bamboo and Stone" he wrote by himself.

"Are you sure?" Tong Lixin glanced at Ye Xuan, who was sleeping in the center, as if this young man had slept from eight o'clock to eight fifteen, and it was still fifteen minutes before it was over.

"I do... What is Xiaoye doing? ”

Cheng Hongming saw Ye Xuan sleeping widely, his pupils shrunk.

I'm blowing you so wildly in front of my old friends, and you're going to sleep for me?

"What's the hurry, I'll see what he writes later! Our three old guys are not blind, good writing is good, and bad writing is not good. If it is written well, it means that this "Bamboo and Stone" is indeed written by this young man, if it is not written well, I am afraid that he is deceiving Lao Cheng! ”

The old man on the right side of the Mediterranean said with a big grin.

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Xueyao felt that Ye Xuan must have given up, she came to participate in the poetry meeting to join in the fun and write a few lines of poetry casually, but Ye Xuan was different, he was personally invited by Professor Cheng Hongming, don't make jokes.

"Boss, it's almost over."

"Oh!"

Ye Xuan raised his head in a daze, looked at the brush in his hand, and blushed.

I don't know how to use a brush!

Forget it, reading poetry is not reading words.

Picking up the brush, Ye Xuan brushed and wrote.

Yang Xueyao looked at Ye Xuan's calligraphy and was stunned for several minutes.

It's not that Ye Xuan's calligraphy is too good.

What kind of chicken bastard is this?

Is it wild grass?

It's not like that!

Or did Ye Xuan create a new faction of brushes?

Blind chicken writes?

Yang Xueyao shook her head, she couldn't understand what Ye Xuan wrote anyway! 2k reading web