"With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds!"

This is half of Lu Wenpeng's poem, after Jia Mengchen recited it in public, it immediately caused all the students in the hall to be amazed and applauded.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

"Although it is half a poem, it is enough to overwhelm everyone, and there is no doubt that it should be the first!"

Jia Mengchen is also proud in his heart, this Lu Wenpeng's talent is indeed outstanding, and he has won enough face, with this sentence "With the strength of the good wind, send me to the green clouds", who will pay attention to that Zhong Dayong's "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying"? Compare the two, one is in the sky and the other is underground.

Jia Mengchen was satisfied, and he had no intention of reading the rest of the answer sheet, and was about to announce that he would end his studies, when someone was just uninteresting, and walked forward with the paper, and everyone saw that it was not Zhu Ming, who had dominated the bottom of the list all the year round.

When Jia Mengchen saw it, he suddenly felt disgusted like eating flies, he just enjoyed a delicious meal, he really didn't want to be spoiled by a plate of leftovers, but he didn't want to watch it, he had to watch it, whoever called the other party was also a member of the academy students, and it was natural to hand in the exam papers, and he didn't want to go too far.

"Teacher, this is a student's clumsy work, please take a look. Zhu Ming approached and respectfully presented the answer sheet.

Jia Mengchen endured a bad breath in his heart, stretched out his hand to take the other party's answer sheet, there was a lesson from Zhong Dayong's previous experience, he did not scold rashly this time, but first lowered his head and glanced at the scroll quickly.

After reading it, he finally broke out, pointed at the other party, and reprimanded fiercely: "Bastard, what kind of nonsense is written, it's just bullshit, it's insulting!

Zhu Ming was trained so much that he didn't dare to argue, until the other party finished the training in one breath, secretly glanced at the back, and said loudly: "Teacher, there is another person who has not yet handed in the papers!"

When he said this, his waist couldn't help but straighten a little, although he couldn't write well, but compared to the person who handed in the blank paper, it was much better, at least not at the bottom.

Jia Mengchen glanced at the other party in disgust, how could he not know about the other party's careful thinking, but do you think that there are people who are as stupid as a pig than you, aren't you a pig?

He didn't bother to say anything more to the other party, and waved his hand, "Stand down!"

After drinking Zhu Ming, he looked down and asked loudly: "Who else hasn't handed in the papers, hurry up!"

On the top of the main hall, all the students looked at each other, looked around, and talked about it, compared to making a limerick poem, being reprimanded by Mr. on the spot, handing over the white paper is even more disgraceful, once it spreads, the reputation will stink.

"It's him, Jiang Yun!"

Zhu Ming walked back to the edge of his seat, unceremoniously pointed out Jiang Yun, who was still there to bury himself in his books, and swore solemnly, "I can see clearly, from beginning to end, he has never touched a pen at all!"

The eyes above the hall looked towards Jiang Yun, and after seeing who Zhu Ming was talking about, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

"This bookworm will hand in blank papers, impossible. ”

"This time Zhu Ming really didn't wronged him, I also found out that he really didn't touch the pen......"

"I didn't expect him to hand in a blank ......"

Everyone was talking for a while, but Jia Mengchen's face on the podium became more and more difficult to look at, just because after being exposed, someone still sat there and buried his head in a book, looking unconcerned, this attitude is simply an extreme contempt for him as a teacher, how can he bear it.

"Smack-" He picked up the ring ruler, slapped it heavily on the bookcase, and pointed at someone and shouted, "Jiang Yun!"

His loud drink finally woke up someone who was immersed in reading, Jiang Yun raised his head, put down the book, with a stunned look on his face, then stood up, saluted Jia Mengchen with an angry face, and asked carefully: "Teacher, but call the student?"

Seeing him pretending to be confused, Jia Mengchen was even more angry, he couldn't see that this nerd was so cunning before, his face sank, and he shouted: "What about your answer sheet, so many people have handed in the answer sheet, but you are the only one who has not handed it in, you don't have to quibble, in front of everyone, I won't wronged you!"

After listening to this, Jiang Yun finally understood what was going on, in fact, it was not that he intended to hand over the white scroll, originally he planned to hand it in casually, but just now he picked up the scripture and looked at it, and forgot about it for a while.

"I don't know what ......the teacher's question is," he asked uncertainly, not deliberately pretending to be confused, but really not remembering.

When everyone in the hall saw it, they all shook their heads, only to think that his current performance was really ridiculous, and they didn't even remember the title.

"Take the wind as the theme and make a Mingzhi poem!" Jia Mengchen said with a stiff face.

After Jiang Yun listened, after thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and ink on the table, waved the pen and wrote. In the past, he naturally didn't know anything about calligraphy, but the nerd's calligraphy was good, he fused the other party's memory, and he also inherited a good calligraphy.

When everyone in the hall saw that he almost didn't think about it, they raised their pens and waved their pens, and they couldn't help but be amazed for a while.

"This bookworm's performance today is really strange. ”

"Is his poetic talent so agile that he can write a beautiful poem in a single stroke without thinking?"

"You have all been deceived by him, don't you understand, this is his deliberate pretense, what forgot the topic, but it is all his deceitful nonsense, this poem must have been thought of in his heart a long time ago, and he wrote it at this time. ”

"yes, it must be like that!"

"It's just hateful, it's not good to finish handing in the papers, but you just make such a moth and grandstand!"

"This nerd, when did you become so cunning and slippery......"

Not only did the students think like this, but Jia Mengchen also believed that the other party should have thought of the poem a long time ago, but he deliberately delayed the submission of the paper, and deliberately pretended not to remember the title.

Although the idea is good, but such an obviously clumsy trick, who can't see it, it's just pretending to be smart, deceiving himself, and it's ridiculous and pitiful, probably because he really has no other capital to show off. Jia Mengchen shook his head again and again, originally he didn't appreciate this student very much, but he didn't have any disgust, but now it's a pity, this person is seriously stupid, he has already gotten into the tip of the horns, and he can't get out.

Jiang Yun didn't know what everyone thought, so he made a poem casually, or plagiarized a poem, then put down his pen, picked up the answer sheet, got up and came to Jia Mengchen, and handed it in.

Jia Mengchen grabbed the scroll he presented, and said with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "The ancients said that seven steps into a poem, relying on a horse, are talking about a genius like you!"

Jiang Yun said in his heart, ashamed, ashamed, just plagiarized. But he said with a straight face: "The teacher has won the award, but the student has an idea and scribbles casually." ”

Seeing that he was still pretending to be here and pretending to be smart, he couldn't hear the sarcasm in the professor's mouth at all, and the students in the hall couldn't bear it anymore and laughed.

"Silence!

Jia Mengchen kept a stiff face, and shouted a few times towards the main hall, and then opened Jiang Yun's scroll, and while reading, he unceremoniously began to read aloud, it seemed that he didn't want to let the other party go, and he obviously wanted to make the other party make a fool of himself in public.

"The east wind blows, the drums of war beat ......"

The hall suddenly fell silent, and all the students listened attentively, what the east wind was blowing, and the war drums were beating, which was a bit strange, but it was barely a three-word poem.

"The beauty is drunk, looking forward to the king's return, the good news is flying, and the strong man returns to ......"

Hearing this, there was silence in the hall again, objectively speaking, this poem is decent, although it is not excellent, but in the answer sheets of this group of students, it should be regarded above the average level.

Originally, some students who were ready to laugh out loud had to shut their mouths at the moment, although the other party was pretending to be grandiose and sensational, but the poem itself was still decent, and people couldn't find anything wrong.

Reading this, he felt that the other party's poem was still unsatisfactory so far, and Jia Mengchen's face was a little softer, but then he soon felt that something was wrong.

"The east wind blows, the drums of war beat ......"

Jia Mengchen continued to read, reading this, but his brows furrowed tightly, and all the students in the hall were also inexplicable, the east wind was blowing, and the war drums were beating, isn't this the first sentence just now, why did you repeat it again.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the most taboo in writing poetry is repetition, and the repetition of a single word is already a taboo, and it should be avoided as much as possible, not to mention that this is a completely repetitive sentence, which is simply unorthodox.

Jia Mengchen tightened his face, his eyes continued to look down, under this look, Rao is usual elk is calm kung fu without an instant in his eyes, and his expression suddenly changed, as if he saw some demons and monsters, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, I don't know whether he was crying or laughing.

In the eyes of the students in the main hall, his strange situation was inexplicable, and he was suspicious in his heart, I don't know what was written on the volume, which made the other party react so much?

I don't know how long it took, Jia Mengchen took a deep breath, and still gritted his teeth and finished reading Jiang Yun's next poem.

"The east wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of whom in today's world! Either the west wind presses the east wind, or the east wind presses the west wind."

After reading it, there was a deathly silence above the main hall, and everyone was evil, turning into wood carved clay sculptures, and after this short and strange silence, the whole hall finally broke out into a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha-"

"Oh my God, what a crooked poem, it's so ridiculous, I can't stand it......"

A group of students leaned forward and backwards with laughter, staggered back and forth, some laughed so much that tears came out, and many people lay on the table with their stomachs covered, looking extremely painful.

The muscles on Jia Mengchen's face also twitched, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and finally threw the roll in his hand on the other party's face, poked his fingers all the way to the other party's nose, and yelled angrily: "What a mess, it's just bullshit! It's insulting! It's insulting!

Jiang Yun looked innocent, put the roll away, didn't say much, and turned around silently to return to his seat.

"Stop!"

When Jiang Yun stopped and turned around, Jia Mengchen glared at the other party viciously, gritted his teeth and said: "After you go back, copy the neutralization theory thirty times and hand it in, and if you copy one less word, you will look good!"

Jiang Yun didn't say a word of argument for half a word, answered yes, and turned back to his seat.

In the main hall, all the students were still laughing, laughing crookedly, and Sven swept the floor.

"Class!"

Jia Mengchen's face was pale, and after dropping such a sentence, he angrily brushed his sleeves and walked out of the hall.