High school students are required to wear school uniforms, but there is also a comparison between students, since clothes and pants cannot be compared, it is natural to compare shoes, especially among boys.

On earth, as long as there are boys who play basketball, there are few who are not obsessed with basketball shoes.

So Lu Xiaosu's words immediately pierced Liu Peng thoroughly.

That's right, his shoes...... It is indeed a high imitation.

Liu Peng's black face turned red, if it weren't for the teacher's presence, he might not be able to help but beat Lu Xiaosu violently. Lu Xiaosu just looked at him quietly, still showing his signature clean smile.

Please, I'm so stupid how old are you, I'm afraid I've fought several times more than you, you are an inexperienced high school student, Lu Xiaosu can be put down in a few seconds, he really doesn't panic at all.

Su Qing couldn't stand it anymore, she didn't like this kind of nonsense, so she had to clap her hands to signal quiet, and said, "Liu Peng, sit down first." ”

Liu Peng dared to contradict Wu Lao Pedant, but he would definitely not contradict the goddess, although he was extremely ashamed now, but he could only sit down first, thinking only about finding a chance to find this field in the future.

What's more, the fight in school has to be remembered, and Liu Peng doesn't have the courage to do so.

And he believed that Fang Liang would soon slap Lu Xiaosu in the face!

Both writing songs and writing poetry require talent, and although the two have something in common, they are also quite different. Don't look at Lu Xiaosu's "Sunny Day", which is very well written, but I haven't seen any amazing poems he has come up with before.

Fang Liang is different, he won the second prize in the Modu High School Student Poetry Competition.

Not to mention a Lu Xiaosu, in the entire Demon Capital Art High School, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a person who can rival Fang Liang in terms of poetry.

Su Qing looked at Lu Xiaosu, then at Fang Liang, and said, "Since that's the case, then so be it." With a time limit of five minutes, each of you writes a three-line poem, and the class votes on it. ”

In the three-line poem competition, it is natural to use the three-line poem to compete the winner.

The three-line poem is a very interesting form of poetry, and it is stipulated that only three lines can be written. This is a very good test of the school's skills in writing poets, after all, three lines to write the artistic conception, and in the form of poetry, it is extremely difficult.

Gu Cheng's "Generation" is a representative of this kind of short poem.

[The night gave me black eyes,

But I use it to find light. 】

There are only two sentences, but the artistic conception is extremely high.

The three-line poem is a poem of this style.

Lu Xiaosu naturally has no opinion, and Fang Liang definitely will not have an opinion.

It was rare to be able to show his face in front of Teacher Su Qing, and Fang Liang could be said to have exerted twelve points of strength.

In less than a minute, he raised his hand to show that he had a good work.

At the same time, he didn't forget to look back at Lu Xiaosu, only to see Lu Xiaosu standing and distracted. Seeing him looking at him, Lu Xiaosu didn't forget to smile at him.

Fang Liang only felt that this clean smile was a little hateful.

"In the past, I was the only talented person in the class, and this kid threatened my status with a song, and today I must let him see and understand!" Fang Liang said in his heart.

"Then, please ask Fang Liang to write it down on the blackboard." Su Qing said and handed Fang Liang a piece of chalk.

Fang Liang got up and walked to the blackboard, his chalk writing was still very upright and beautiful, and it didn't take long for a small poem to be written on the blackboard.

[You are someone else's landscape,

But he saw that it was wet,

My eyes. 】

Lu Xiaosu pursed his lips, stinky and hypocritical!

But no matter what, high school girls may really eat this, and many people are about to burst into stars when they look at Fang Liang.

Fang Liang glanced at Lu Xiaosu, smiled very proudly, and then he wrote another poem on the blackboard.

[In the dream full of cherry blossoms, I am looking for your trace

Looking forward to looking back,

Just kiss your forehead. 】

I have to say that Fang Liang still has a little bit of talent, the second song is obviously slightly better than the first, and the picture sense is stronger, just like under a tree, the boy quietly approached the girl, at this time, the girl happened to turn around, and the boy's lips accidentally touched her forehead.

But...... It's still so hypocritical!

If this person is placed on the earth, he will definitely like poets like Li Qingzhao and Nalan Xingde.

Although Lu Xiaosu was a little disdainful, the students in the class were shocked and unconsciously began to discuss.

Even Old Scholar Wu couldn't help but touch his eight-character mustache and said, "I didn't expect Fang Liang to write two songs in one go, and one is better than the other." ”

Su Qing was expressionless, just took off the glasses on her nose and wiped them with the corner of her clothes.

Fang Liang looked at Lu Xiaosu defiantly, and the whole class also looked at Xiao Su with him.

The three-line poem became popular at the beginning, and it was indeed in the form of a love poem, so although Fang Liang's writing was pretentious, it could be regarded as a masterpiece.

Lu Xiaosu smiled helplessly, walked to Su Qing's side, and took the chalk in her hand.

At this moment, he vaguely heard Su Qing say to him, "Three." ”

What do you mean? Do you want me to write three?

Lu Xiaosu felt a little funny in his heart, Teacher Su Qing, you really have confidence in me!

He took the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, his chalk words were different from Fang Liang's, Fang Liang's words were very upright, and Lu Xiaosu was more elegant.

"Solitude".

Since childhood, I have been alone

Take care of it

The stars of the ages. 】

For a moment, the classroom, which had been talking about it, fell silent.

It's just three lines, but that sense of loneliness is coming!

Everyone seemed to see a young man who would never grow old, walking among the stars.

Day after day, year after year!

is different from Fang Liang's hypocrisy, both of his poems are written with little love and little love, but this poem is too apt for the title of the poem, if this is not called loneliness, then what is loneliness?

Lu Xiaosu did not hesitate at all, regardless of the surprise of his classmates, turned around and wrote the second poem in the blank.

"Two Things"

"I have to be honest about two things tonight

First, I thought: you miss me

Second, I thought: I'm wrong again]

The female classmates couldn't help but cover their mouths, as if they heard the silent inner monologue of a teenager in the dead of night!

The same type is not over, Lu Xiaosu's chalk did not pause at all, and under this poem, another one was written.

Three Lines

[You can't see it anyway,

What about one less line?

A three-line poem written by someone ......]

This poem is similar to the one above, but the expression is different, on the contrary, the format of this poem is still very novel and interesting, even Wu Lao Pedant was stunned for a moment, can a three-line poem still be written like this?

It looks like a joke, and it seems to be very free and easy between the lines, but the inner sadness is fully revealed. Yes, you can't see it, and even if I'm just "someone", you don't even know who I am!

Even if you love to write love poems so much, Lu Xiaosu doesn't mind crushing him in love poems.

After already writing two love poems in a row, he wrote a third.

[The crab is peeling my shell, and the notebook is writing about me

I fell on the snowflakes on the maple leaves

And you're thinking about me. 】

This is undoubtedly a beautiful poem, but it is a bit incomprehensible to read. Although it is very meaningful, it seems that it is impossible to figure out the meaning of writing a poet.

Old Scholar Wu couldn't help but say: "The first three poems of Lu Xiaosu are good poems, but this fourth poem looks beautifully written, but it lacks a bit of the core, which makes people unable to understand." But this adds a sense of fantasy. ”

"Teacher Wu, I haven't written a poem yet." Lu Xiaosu smiled.

He then wrote two words at the end of the poem.

Upside Down.

Upside down?

In an instant, Old Scholar Wu suddenly enlightened.

This poem is going to be read upside down!

[I'm peeling the shell of a crab, I'm writing it in my notebook.]

Maple leaves and snowflakes fell on me

And I miss you. 】

It turns out that you will only think of me when the world is completely turned upside down.

……

Four poems, all in one go.

The class was silent.