There are good and bad answers. For the good one, Jia Mengchen recited loudly on the spot, without hesitation to overflow the beautiful words, for the poor and unsatisfactory, he was not polite at all, and he also chanted loudly, scolded bitterly, and spoke sharply, and scolded the poor student who handed in the paper so red-faced, ashamed that he couldn't find a crack to get into.

Seeing this posture, those students who have confidence in their poems are okay, those who have no confidence in their answers, and make up a perfunctory limerick poem, all of them are pale with fright, and their hearts are frightened.

Even Zhu Ming, who is also nervous at the moment, even if he has been trained a lot, but every time he hands in the papers, he is always trembling, walking on thin ice, no one will like this kind of bloody taste of being trained.

Seeing that everyone stepped forward one by one to hand in the papers, he became more and more anxious, like sitting on pins and needles, and when he turned around, he saw Zhong Da, the dead friend next to him, writing the last word on the answer sheet with a pen, and took the pen, showing a satisfied look.

It seems that the other party is really promising, and he really wrote a good poem. Curious, he leaned over and wanted to peek, Zhong Dayong seemed to have been prepared, worried that he would plagiarize, so he had already seen it and put away the answer sheet without letting him see it.

"Dayong, did you really make a good poem?" asked Zhu Ming.

Zhong Dayong hummed, immediately took the answer sheet, got up and went forward to hand in the paper.

Zhu Ming looked at the old friend who came forward to hand in the paper with great envy, and thought to himself why it was not me who wrote good poems, but he Zhong Dayong, and I, Zhu Ming, were no worse than him Zhong Dayong.

I envied myself here for a while, looked back at the other side, and saw someone who was still there at the moment and buried himself in the book, the pen and ink on the desk were still not moving, and the white paper in front of him was still empty.

"Hey, this nerd is really calm, maybe he plans to hand in a blank paper today, which is not in line with his usual style. ”

Seeing this, he was suspicious in his heart, and he had to admire the other party's calm skills.

Whatever, this nerd had better hand in a blank paper today, with him at the bottom, what am I afraid of. On Jiang Yun, who was about to hand over the white scroll, Zhu Ming seemed to find a little comfort, and his heart calmed down suddenly, and this calming down made him finally find a few traces of aura, thought about it, picked up the pen and ink, and waved it on the white paper.

"Look, that Zhong Dayong has handed in the papers!" Many people noticed Zhong Dayong who stepped forward to hand in the papers, and they all turned their heads and pointed at each other.

If it was before, everyone would not be so concerned, but just now Zhong Dayong was not ashamed to say anything, and he had a new understanding of what he said, so everyone wanted to see his jokes, and for a while, the eyes of all the students fell on Zhong Dayong, who came forward to hand in the papers, and there was a little expectation of waiting to see a good show.

At this moment, Jia Mengchen was holding an answer sheet and looking at it, the poems on the answer sheet were decent, there was nothing brilliant, and it was not so bullshit that it was unsightly, he casually commented on a second grade, and he didn't bother to say more, let alone recite it in public.

The student who handed in the paper got this simple comment, but he was relieved, he was not one of the talented people sitting in the front row, he didn't have the idea of being brilliant, so he didn't want to be reprimanded by the dog's blood, he immediately saluted and returned to his seat.

Jia Mengchen felt the strange silence in the hall at this time, and the atmosphere was a little wrong, and when he looked up, he saw another student walking towards him with the answer sheet, not who Zhong Dayong was who was unashamed just now.

Seeing this Zhong Dayong, his face suddenly darkened, this kind of indiscriminate student was already disgusted, plus the other party's previous nonsense, he still remembered it, and he would not have a good face towards the other party.

"Teacher, this is my answer, please take a look!" Zhong Dayong walked in front of Jia Mengchen and stopped, but he didn't notice the other party's unkind look, and handed in the answer sheet in his hand in a decent manner.

"What a mess this is written, it's unsightly, it's insulting!"

Jia Mengchen stretched out his hand and grabbed the other party's answer sheet, and hurriedly glanced at the other party's answer sheet, but he didn't look at it at all, and directly reprimanded him fiercely.

The voice of reprimanding came to the back row, and in the ears of Zhu Ming, who was writing hard, he looked up and saw the dead friend who was being reprimanded by Jia Mengchen, and couldn't help but be stunned, and said in his heart, no, isn't it good to use poetry, otherwise how could he be reprimanded by Jia Mengchen so mercilessly.

Zhong Dayong was also full of disbelief at the moment, and argued: "Teacher, you haven't even read it, why do you say that my paper is not good, is it too arbitrary." “

Jia Mengchen said in his heart: Do you still need to see it, just a student like you, who is indiscriminate and unskilled, what good poems can be written, it is nothing more than some limericks that are patched together and picked up people's teeth.

"It seems that you are still not convinced, so I will read your masterpiece in public now, so that everyone can appreciate and appreciate your wonderful masterpiece. “

When he said this, many students in the hall had already covered their mouths and snickered.

Jia Mengchen didn't plan to leave any affection for the other party at all, and immediately began to read the other party's poems aloud on the spot.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!"

Jia Mengchen finished reading it in one breath, and waited for the laughter below, all kinds of ridicule and scolding flocked to humiliate the stupid talent in front of him who had no self-knowledge and did not know the height of the sky.

But he soon sensed that something was wrong, and the expected laughter, all kinds of ridicule and ridicule did not come as promised, but there was an unexpected silence in the hall, and it was too abnormally quiet.

He looked up, not knowing what was happening, and was about to ask a question, when he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly lowered his head, and his eyes fell back on the scroll in front of him.

Hey, this little poem is also a little interesting, at least not at the level of limerick poetry, this stupid person can write such a level of poetry, he was quite surprised by this.

"It's mediocre, the grammar and syntax are very undesirable, and you can barely look at it. ”

As a professor in the academy, he is a dignified talent, and he can't ignore his conscience and continue to say that this poem is unsightly and insulting, but if he wants to praise it in public, it is impossible, so Jia Mengchen dropped this comment lightly, and then waved his hand and signaled the other party to retreat.

Zhong Dayong was not satisfied with this result, and continued to ask: "Dare to ask the teacher, I don't know what kind of student can be rated for this work?"

Jia Mengchen glanced at the other party and said lightly: "You can barely enter the second class." ”

Zhong Dayong listened, and he was even more unconvinced, he finally held back such a self-proclaimed poem, and was about to raise his eyebrows and make a big show, such an evaluation that could barely enter the second class really couldn't make him reconcile.

"The teacher is only afraid of partiality, according to the student's point of view, there is no doubt that the student's work should be able to enter the first class. He was in a state of mind, and he argued again, regardless of it.

"Bastard thing! Wang Po sells melons, sells herself and boasts, is not ashamed, does not know how to advance and retreat, it is simply insulting! Don't retreat quickly!" Jia Mengchen finally couldn't help but have a seizure, and a awe-inspiring majesty of Xiucai spread, so shocked that Zhong Dayong's face was like earth for a while, and he didn't dare to argue anymore, so he hurriedly turned around and retreated in embarrassment.

After drinking the bell Dayong, Jia Mengchen snorted heavily, his eyes immediately swept over the hall, fell on a proud disciple in the front row, stroked his beard and said: "Wen Peng, don't hide it anymore, your poems should also be taken out for everyone to see." ”

He had already noticed that Lu Wenpeng, a proud disciple, had uncharacteristically delayed the submission of the paper today, and now he couldn't help but urge.

Today, Zhong Dayong turned out to be abnormal, and really made a good little poem, which he didn't expect, this was simply a slap in the face on the spot, so that he almost couldn't get off the stage, but he believed that as long as this proud disciple's answer sheet came out, it would suddenly overshadow Zhong Dayong's poems, and in comparison with the two, it would become more and more obvious that Zhong Dayong's poems were really small skills of carving insects, not worth mentioning.

In the eyes of the students in the main hall, Lu Wenpeng stood up and saluted: "Don't hide it from the teacher, today's question, the student only got half of the question, but the remaining half of the question was not obtained, so he didn't dare to hand in the paper." ”

When the words fell, everyone in the hall was surprised. Everyone knows that with Lu Wenpeng's talent, it is completely easy to complete a poem, and this topic should not be stumped at all.

Jia Mengchen also felt a burst of surprise, he needed the other party to stand up and give himself a long face at this moment, but he didn't expect that the other party would drop the chain at this time, such a difficult topic has not been made yet?

"It's okay, you just hand it in first. He endured his sulking and commanded, but he wanted to see what was the reason why the other party couldn't do this half of the poem for a long time.

Lu Wenpeng didn't say much, and immediately picked up the half-finished volume, stepped forward, and presented it with both hands.

Jia Mengchen took the other party's paper, unfolded it in front of him, only glanced at it, and couldn't take his eyes off it, and stayed on the answer sheet for a long time, as if there was some magnet on it that strongly attracted him.

On the answer sheet, it was actually only two lines of words, only ten words, but Jia Mengchen pondered and appreciated it for a long time.

"Hahaha-"

After a while, Jia Mengchen finally laughed out loud, and after laughing, he looked at each other with a smile, stroked his beard and exclaimed: "Although Wen Peng is only this half of a poem, it is enough to overwhelm everyone and win the first place in today's small test." ”

Hearing this, everyone in the hall was shocked, and their eyes were full of surprise and envy when they looked at Lu Wenpeng, it was only half a poem, but it must be extraordinary to get such an evaluation from Jia Mengchen.