Hearing Cheng Hongming's voice, Ye Xuan felt 10,000 grass and mud horses rushing over in his heart.

Could it be that I am so handsome that Cheng Hongming can see himself at a glance in the crowd?

"Cheng Lao, I was in a hurry to go to the toilet, but I didn't think about running."

Ye Xuan said to Cheng Hongming with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"There is a toilet in the toilet, and it is still a fully automatic flush toilet. Hurry inside, everyone is almost here and waiting for you! Cheng Hongming still showed an amiable smile at Ye Xuan.

He really wanted to know what the next two sentences were in the broken rock of Dingqing Mountain, but as an elder, Cheng Hongming was embarrassed to ask in front of so many people, and thought about quickly dragging Ye Xuan into the toilet secretly... Ask!

"Who is he? We didn't answer, why let him in? ”

"That's it, Mr. Cheng, haven't you always claimed to be fair and just, it's unjust to do so!"

"Cubs, where is all this nonsense?" Cheng Hongming blew his beard and glared and said, and suddenly those dissatisfied students shrank their heads, and their eyes were full of jealousy when they looked at Ye Xuan.

You know, this poetry will be divided into two factions, classical and modern.

Needless to say, the modernists are all beautiful young ladies, and it is said that there are still people wearing Tang costumes, and almost all of these people standing at the door are not students of the literature department, they are trying to sneak in and pick up girls.

Seeing Ye Xuan striding in, this group of people was sour.

Damn, it's good to have a relationship!

"Come on, come on!" Cheng Hongming dragged Ye Xuan's sleeve and walked to the toilet affectionately.

At this time, several students who were booing saw the respected Teacher Cheng with a strange smile on his face, and he was holding a very handsome young man in his hand, and several students were stunned.

This Nima...

Teacher, your smile and behavior like this can easily make us think crookedly!

"All out!" Cheng Hongming said to his students with a straight face.

Everyone has to be faced, and Cheng Hongming, a professor-level figure like Yenching University, is even more so, it is impossible for him to humbly ask Ye Xuan for advice in front of his students, so he can only find a remote place.

"Good teacher."

"Teacher Cheng seems to be serious on weekdays, does he still have this hobby?"

"Shh

"I'm scared to death, damn it, I'm half peeing."

"What about the half?"

"I'm wetting my pants up."

Ye Xuan panicked.

What is the intention of this old man sneaking around and taking himself to the toilet?

Do you really want the old cow to eat the tender grass?

I'm still a virgin, and that place has never been explored!

"Boy, what are the last two sentences?"

Cheng Hongming couldn't wait to rub his hands and ask, after learning the first two sentences, Cheng Hongming couldn't sleep well in the past two days, and he couldn't eat, so he waited to know the following two poems.

He has no other hobbies in his life, indifferent to fame and fortune, but has a unique love for poetry.

Last night, I learned from Zhang Hongru that this poem was made by Ye Xuan, and I was anxious to know the answer to the following two poems.

Surprise me!

Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the old man wanted to know the last two sentences of "Bamboo and Stone".

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

"The last two sentences!"

"Don't worry, I can't memorize it, cough cough, no, I need to say the first two sentences to remember the last two."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

Ye Xuan cleared his mind and said the complete verse.

After listening, Cheng Hongming's cloudy eyes reflected the light and subconsciously clapped his hands.

Bang bang bang

Eavesdropping student outside the door: "??? ”

"Good poetry, it's just wonderful. Bamboo represents the excellent quality of human tenacity and unyielding, even if the wind is strong. Sure enough, it's a good poem! Boy, tell me honestly, you really wrote this poem? ”

Cheng Hongming stared at Ye Xuan with a serious face, he couldn't have imagined that the person who could write this wonderful poem would be so young.

I have lived to a dog for so many years, and my poetry skills are not as good as a young man!

"Of course."

Ye Xuan's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he should not be too smooth when he lied.

Plagiarize?

I don't call this plagiarism, I am spreading this poem to the world and striving to promote the rise of China!

"Unfortunately, I heard that you are both a singer and a director, and many of my students are your fans. Xiao Ye, you are too unprofessional, you are obviously a literary scholar, why do you want to be contaminated with those worldly things! Concentrate on studying literature, and I can guarantee that the Nobel Prize in Literature will be you in the next 20 years! Cheng Hongming said regretfully.

Ye Xuan: "??? ”

"I can't help myself, I want to eat." Ye Xuan didn't stop sweating, and he also won the Nobel Prize in Literature, this old man also thinks too highly of himself!

"Okay, the poetry meeting is about to start, I, as a judge, have to hurry to the stage, I hope you can still surprise me." Cheng Hongming left in a hurry after speaking, still repeating the song "Bamboo and Stone" in his mouth.

"Comfortable!"

Ye Xuan walked out of the toilet, rubbed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief to make sure that someone was wearing modern clothes.

I don't know, I really think I've crossed over!

There were a lot of people who participated in this poetry meeting, about 40 people, half of them were wearing Tang costumes, and half of them were dressed normally.

Almost all of the people in Tang costumes are beautiful women, but the appearance of lowering their heads and playing with their mobile phones is a little weird!

"Boss, are you modern?"

Yang Xueyao sat on the chair boredly, and saw Ye Xuan appear and trotted all the way over.

"Modernism? What the hell is that! Ye Xuan shook his head blankly.

What poetry meeting did you participate in for the first time, and you were divided into factions?

"Yes, this poetry meeting is said to be the elite of the Yenching University Literature Club, and they are divided into two factions, the classical school and the modern school. The Classicists are good at composing poetry, while the Modernists are more adept at modern verses. Both factions are motivated to show their talents in front of the three teachers. ”

Ye Xuan suddenly realized.

Isn't this an idle egg that hurts, and there's nothing to do?

It seems that the world of literati still doesn't understand it!

"I'm neutral." Ye Xuan and Yang Xueyao sat on the chairs in the middle.

People on both sides gathered on Ye Xuan's body, they naturally recognized Ye Xuan's identity, but they didn't expect how Ye Xuan was qualified to participate in this kind of poetry meeting?

"Boss, someone asked me to pass you a note." Yang Xueyao said with a smile.

Ye Xuan sat on the chair politely, he felt that he was out of place with the people in this room, and many men looked at him very unkindly, full of contempt and unhappiness.

Is it also a sin to be handsome?

Taking Yang Xueyao's note, Ye Xuan squinted his eyes and opened it to look at it.

A smiling face appeared, and then the note said Ye Xuan, I am your fan, can you sign me when it is over.

Turning her head to look over, a beautiful girl in a Tang costume winked at herself playfully.

"Damn, damn!"

"This guy named Ye Xuan is really hateful!"

"You see, all the girls in our classical school are frowning at this hateful fellow, ahhh 2k reading web