Zhou Qingqing really didn't mean it, she got up two or three times last night, and really called Lin Mu, but found that he didn't react at all, thinking that his way of sleeping was very unique.

She got up this morning and did some exercise, sweating, and planned to take a shower, but after washing, she found that she didn't bring a change of clothes.

She thought that Lin Mu was still not awake, so she was ready to return to her room as quickly as possible, but she didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence that he would open his eyes at this time.

"Intentional, must be deliberate......"

Zhou Qingqing said secretly in her heart, and then she immediately gritted her teeth, seeing that Lin Mu had turned her head obediently, she was not in a hurry to go back to the room.

As for Lin Mu, for a young man like him, the scene just now made his blood boil, and now he felt that his heart was beating violently, and he couldn't calm down.

"With a perfect figure and a perfect face, it seems that there will only be more and more people who are worried about Sister Qing."

Lin Mu sighed in his heart, he seemed to feel Zhou Qingqing staring at him from behind, and at this moment he had an urge to turn his head and take another look.

"Lin Mu, tell me honestly, did you do it on purpose?" Zhou Qingqing asked through gritted teeth.

This was the first time he had been looked at by a man, and although he was only a young man younger than him, it still made her ashamed.

"Sister Qing, wronged, I just woke up, and I turned my head when I heard a voice behind me, I really didn't mean it."

Lin Mu explained a few words, feeling that Zhou Qingqing seemed to be planning to go crazy, and had to resist the urge to turn his head to look.

Zhou Qingqing hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether what he said was true or not, and after hesitating for a moment, she had to sigh.

"I've seen it all, what else can I do, can't I see it back?"

Zhou Qingqing laughed at herself, and then said: "Lin Mu, forget it this time, if you dare to look at my sister secretly next time, see if I don't gouge out your eyeballs."

With that, he immediately strode to his room, but she seemed to have forgotten the door of the room, and it was right in front of Lin Mu.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly reacted, and when she felt the strange eyes behind him, he felt a little cramped and uneasy, and hurriedly walked into his room.

"Damn little bastard, he's taken advantage of him again......"

Back in his room, Zhou Qingqing patted his chest and cursed.

At this moment, he can only imagine Lin Mu as his younger brother, so that he will not feel crazy.

"Ahem......"

Outside, Lin Mu coughed a few times, as if the scene just now made him a little stunned, and even choked on the air he breathed.

"Let's go to school first."

Lin Mu felt that Zhou Qingqing would definitely be furious for a while, so he hurriedly got up, took his own things, and left the community directly.

"Damn bastard, even if you go fast, but if you can run, the monk can't run the temple, you wait for me tonight."

Zhou Qingqing thought viciously in his heart, the teahouse didn't open so early, and after his morning exercise, he planned to go back to make up for sleep.

At this moment, Wanglong Middle School caused a sensation, and in just one morning, everyone knew that the school magazine of Wanglong Middle School was selling like crazy.

The rain passed over the idle fields, and the leaves were red.

Thinking about spring, I believe that there is an autumn breeze.

A few places follow the flowing water, and the river is chaotic and twilight.

We should only be loose and self-reliant, not with the king.

Yun Feifei was holding a school magazine in his hand, and at this moment, he carefully experienced the artistic conception of this ancient poem, and he suddenly became more curious about Lin Mu.

"Guzheng master, retro poet, it seems that you have a lot of secrets......"

Yun Feifei is now not only interested in Lin Mu's ability, but also in his person, a person with so much ability has attracted her unconsciously.

"It must have been copied, this is an ancient poem, he must have copied it, I don't believe he has this ability, and he can write such an ancient poem!"

Wu Zijian roared on the side, when the Chinese teacher recited on the radio before, the speed was relatively fast, and they didn't hear clearly.

At this moment, it was not until they saw the original article that they realized that the article was even better than they imagined.

In particular, this spirited ancient poem can be passed down through the ages, surpassing all modern articles and ancient poems.

Wu Zijian can already imagine what kind of reputation Lin Mu will gain after this ancient poem spreads.

"Didn't you tell him a lesson last night, what did you do one by one?" Wu Zijian suddenly roared at the people around him.

Seeing this, more than a dozen young people immediately lowered their heads, and one of them said embarrassedly: "Wu Shao, didn't you say that there are a lot of new girls who are resplendent and take your brothers to see them?"

"Smack......

A slap sounded out, and I saw Wu Zijian slap him, and then scolded: "Fart, when did I take you there to play, I have to abolish him tonight, I don't want to see him appear in Wanglong Middle School tomorrow."

"Wu Shao rest assured, tomorrow he will definitely lie in the hospital, hurting his muscles and bones for a hundred days, he will not be able to catch up with this college entrance examination."

The young man replied attentively, he didn't pay attention to the slap just now.

Hearing this, Wu Zijian felt a little relieved, and then swaggered into the school, but with a sneer on his face.

"That's Lin Mu, he's the author of the ancient poems of deciduous leaves!"

A voice came from the gate of Wanglong Middle School, and I saw one person pointing forward, and then more than a dozen media reporters rushed towards Lin Mu.

It was indeed Lin Mu who came, and he didn't know that one of his ancient poems, coupled with a prose, had already caused a sensation in the literary world.

At this moment, seeing more than a dozen media reporters rushing over in front of him, he was a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Lin Mu, may I ask, where did you get the inspiration for creating fallen leaves?"

"Lin Mu is young, he can create ancient poems that will last for centuries, how does Lin Mu learn, can you spread your experience so that more people can learn."

"Is this ancient poem really created by Lin Mu? It's unbelievable that this ancient poem was written by a high school student! ”

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After more than a dozen media reporters rushed over, they couldn't wait to ask the doubts in their hearts, looking at their clothes, they seemed to want to have a separate interview with him.

Most people may be extremely excited about this situation in front of them, because they feel like they are about to become a celebrity.

However, Lin Mu frowned, he liked to be quiet or not to move, he really didn't like this kind of fanfare.

"I'm sorry, but there's no answer to that!"

Lin Mu responded to them, and then one sideways squeezed out of the crowd and quickly entered Wanglong Middle School.

And these media reporters naturally want to rush in, but Wanglong Middle School is a genius concentration camp in Qingzhou, and these people want to come in, but naturally there is no way.

Along the way, everyone pointed at Lin Mu, and when he returned to the classroom, he could sort out what was going on.

"I knew I wouldn't write this ancient poem, I didn't expect it to cause such a big sensation!"

Lin Mu sighed, he also felt that the half of the article he imposed was not very consistent with the previous prose artistic conception, so he added such an ancient poem.

It's just that he really didn't expect that just a casual ancient poem in his memory would cause such a big sensation.

"Lin Mu, it's really yours, such a young retro poet, and it's from Wanglong Middle School, now you and Wanglong Middle School are going to be famous."

A young man flattered the forest, and now its rise is unstoppable, and if anyone with a little vision will naturally not look at him in the same way as before.

"I don't think so, maybe this ancient poem was plagiarized by Lin Mu, if this is found out, I'm afraid that it will not be famous, but shameful."

A discordant voice came out, and I saw Wu Zijian standing up, he looked at Lin Mu angrily, and the meaning of provocation was self-evident.

"Wu Zijian, which eye did you see that I was plagiarizing, but I had to talk about evidence, you maliciously slandered a retro poet like this, do you know the consequences."

Lin Mu opened his mouth and scolded, Dongtu was a place of sages in ancient times, and it was very important to literati.

Although the atmosphere is not as bad as in ancient times, Wu Zijian is so humiliated that he can completely abolish his opportunity to study in college.

"I didn't maliciously slander you, if you can show evidence that you wrote this poem, then I will believe you!"

Wu Zijian found an excuse to hold his feet in a panic, and then he calmed down and saw how Lin Mu explained.

"Then how do you prove that I copied this ancient poem, can you show evidence?" Lin Mu replied angrily.

For this second ancestor, he was already extremely tired in his heart, not like a fly lingering, he already had a slap to death.

"Speaking of which, you copied this ancient poem, and now you admit it yourself, I didn't say it."

Wu Zijian began to mess around, his eyes rolled, his family is the richest man in Qingzhou, and there are ways to clean up the forests.

"Wu Shao is right, if you want me to say that this ancient poem was copied by him, unless he can write such an ancient poem again, then I will believe him."

One person agreed, he is Wu Zijian's follower, and for today's people, he values money, not literature.

Therefore, the vast majority of people will still only flatter Wu Zijian, rather than flattering Lin Mu.

"That's right, Lin Mu, as long as you can make an ancient poem again, I will apologize to you and take back what I just said!"

Wu Zijian opened his mouth, with a smile on his face, as if he felt that he had won the battle, and he could definitely make Lin Mu's reputation stink today.

Seeing that the whole class was looking at him, Lin Mu felt that he couldn't be silent, otherwise he would have acquiesced.

Subsequently, he began to sort out his memories to see which ancient poem was more suitable for slapping his face.

"With ......"

In a moment, Lin Mu chose the ancient poem, and then said: "You two listen well, I have created a limerick poem for you, listen to it."

Hearing that Lin Muzhen had created an ancient poem, everyone came to the spirit, and looked sideways one by one, waiting for his performance.

"The sun and moon in front of the window, two pairs of dogs indoors."

"I don't know the moon when I look up, I think it's a white bun."

Lin Mu casually adapted an ancient poem to ridicule Wu Zijian, and the rhyme before and after is quite passable, barely worthy of being a limerick poem.