Mr. Tang's face turned pale.

But these students didn't realize that something was wrong one by one, and more people asked.

"Yes, sir, what is the strength of this little boy?"

"Have you ever studied poetry?"

"Is there something obvious wrong?"

……

The spectators outside the cottage also craned their necks to watch the excitement.

Mr. Tang clutched the paper in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Very good!" Very good! ”

You can't be talking back, right?

The crowd muttered in their hearts.

"I announce that in this first competition, this little boy's poem won the first place! My protégé Zhou Song's poem won second place! Liu Wuyang's poem won the third place! Mr. Tang said loudly.

"How is this possible?"

"Sir, he's only seven or eight years old!"

"You can't make an exception for him to win the first place just because he was seven or eight years old, how chilling is this for those of us who work hard to make poetry?"

……

The spectators laughed.

"Mr. Tang, greed for money is not this greedy law, right? You try to lick people's looks, it's really ugly! ”

"In order to get the two dollars of that little boy, don't you even want your own reputation? This kind of hard hand, you can also hold it, it's really unprecedented! ”

"It's really unprecedented! What's the point of just announcing? If you have the ability, you let that little boy also make his own poems and hang them up for us to admire! ”

……

There was a commotion outside.

Mr. Tang glanced at the closest student beside him, and coldly ordered, "Go quickly!" Hang this poem! ”

The student nodded, and immediately hung up the poem.

The students first gathered around, and then let out a cry of exclamation.

The spectators pulled away from the students, scrambling to take a look, and then let out an endless stream of exclamations.

"There is an aura!"

"Talented!"

"I really can't imagine that the author of this poem is just a seven or eight-year-old child!"

"Is this called an unborn genius?"

……

But then, some people questioned the authenticity of the poem.

"Is there really anyone who can write such a powerful poem at the age of seven or eight? I think it's fake! One student questioned loudly.

The student had a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

He spent an hour of incense, and he didn't make a poem.

At this time, seeing a seven or eight-year-old child compose such an excellent poem, how could he be happy in his heart?

Jealousy makes his face twisted!

The other students nodded.

The spectators outside nodded their heads.

Mr. Tang looked at the mirror.

The mirror is calm and natural, calm and unhurried.

What kind of magnanimity is that?

That is the bearing of watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, looking at the clouds in the sky!

"I believe in my disciples." Mr. Chen touched his beard, his tone was very gentle, and his eyes were very firm.

"Why don't you write another poem?" Mr. Tang immediately said, "Look at this next poem, what is the level of your disciple?" ”

If the Taijing is out of order in the next poem, then he has reason to say that Mr. Chen is a person who has no morality.

Because the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked.

It is precisely because he has no teacher virtue that his closed disciples will do deceitful things.

People like him are teachers in vain.

Let his disciples worship themselves as teachers!

"What do you mean?" Mr. Chen looked at the mirror.

The mirror bowed slightly.

"Okay, then I'll make a question, the water falls and the stone comes out in the autumn, then we will take the autumn water as the theme, limited to the hour of a stick of incense, please make poems seriously, and strive for the ranking!" Mr. Tang said.

The students returned to their places and immediately began to meditate and think about it.

After thinking for a while, he was the first to put pen to paper.

He doesn't add points, like flowing water.

He quickly finished writing a poem and put the pen back on the pen stand.

His speed makes people feel very stressed.

When they wrote their first poem, they were just racking their brains.

When they were writing the second poem, they racked their brains extraordinarily!

This time, Zhou Song cheered up the spirit of 120,000 points, and repeatedly scrutinized his poems, and made a poem that in his opinion, was ten times better than the previous poem!

Today is a spring of thoughts!

His best form of the year is today.

If this poem can't get the first place, then he can be sure that he is definitely dreaming today!

Unexpectedly, the slap in the face came quickly and urgently.

After an hour of incense, Mr. Tang began to read the papers.

"This one is okay."

"This one won't work."

"Zhou Song is worthy of being Zhou Song, this level, the old man sighed to himself back then!"

……

Mr. Tang actually believed the doubts of the students, and felt that the first scene of the mirror was that the blind cat met the dead mouse, and he happened to memorize a poem with the same theme by others, so he could write the poem in such a short time.

He deliberately fell last and walked to the table of the mirror.

Then, he fell silent.

Finally, he announced that the first place in this second competition is still the mirror of the stage.

The students were in an uproar.

The spectators were even more discussing.

Their doubts are simply overwhelming.

Zhou Song walked to the table of the mirror with flying steps, and held up the poem to read!

This poem, of course, left him speechless!

The others also shut up after reading the second poem by the mirror.

It was as if they were seeing a high mountain.

Make them daunting.

Mr. Tang was a little unwilling, and he proposed to compare the third scene, which was themed on the autumn cicada.

Then, the mirror won the first place.

Everything can be one, two, or three.

He has won the first place three times in a row, and he can't say that he appropriated someone else's poems, right?

It stands to reason that when things have come to this point, it is time for Mr. Tang to accept his fate.

But he just didn't accept his fate.

He hit the idea on the little ingots again.

He wanted to vent his anger with the little ingots.

"Since the eldest disciple is so powerful, what about the second disciple?" Mr. Tang asked with a sneer.

"Mr. Tang, what are you going to do?" Little Ingot asked curiously.

"Would you like to come and make a poem with us?"

This is obviously bullying.

The little ingots looked like they were only five years old.

The students and spectators didn't expect that Mr. Tang would be so shameless.

Because you can't take away other people's big disciples, you have to bully other people's little disciples!

Mr. Chen was just about to open his mouth to protect the little ingot, when he saw the little ingots and said, "But I haven't learned to compose poetry yet!" I can't do it! ”

"Everything has a process of coming into existence from nothing, how do you know if you don't try?" Mr. Tang coaxed.

He wanted to disgrace the little ingot.

But although Xiao Yuanbao is young, she is smart.

Coupled with the experience of living in the Yuan family's big house, she is already very good at reading people's faces!

She knew that Mr. Tang was not kind to her.

She was afraid that she would be in prison, and when the time came, she would affect her senior brother and husband, so she shook her head decisively: "No, I won't try." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Yuanbao also ran behind Mr. Chen, hugged Mr. Chen's thigh, and exposed a small head behind him.

"It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and your learning attitude can reflect your husband's teaching problems! Did he teach you to be so cowardly? Mr. Tang asked.

Xiao Yuanbao pursed his mouth, and thought to himself, then don't you want me to send someone's head?

She rolled her glass-like eyes and tilted her head: "Mr. Tang, if you were asked to face the most elite tiger and wolf division of the enemy country now, would you go?" ”

"I have no experience in marching and fighting."

"And who taught you to be so cowardly?" Xiao Yuan asked rhetorically.

"You!" Mr. Tang was furious.

There was a cheering outside.

"Good!"

"Well, this little girl is really good."

"I didn't expect her to be so smart! It's no worse than her brother! ”

……

"Mr. Tang, if you really want me to get involved," Xiao Yuanbao blinked his big eyes, "Is that good?" I'll just read the poems I know! I know many, many poems, and I have poems that my friends have given me! ”

"Is your friend a mirror of the Stage?" Mr. Tang immediately asked.

"It's not."

Mr. Tang breathed a sigh of relief: "It can't be those poems made by famous artists throughout the ages!" ”

"Yes!" Little Ingot nodded.

"Let's get started!" Mr. Tang has another plan, "If you don't read poetry well, it can only mean that your husband's level is not good!" ”

Mr. Tang glanced at the wild chrysanthemum outside: "This first poem is titled to wild chrysanthemum!" ”

Little Ingot nodded.

She has the ability to never forget, she just read a poem about wild chrysanthemum in the book of heaven this morning.

She immediately memorized the poem.

It was a poem that amazed everyone, and it was indeed a poem that no one had ever heard of.

After Xiao Yuanbao finished reciting one song, he subconsciously memorized the second one.

After she finished reciting the second song, she immediately picked up the third one.

……

She used wild chrysanthemum as a mention and recited five whole poems.

It's all the best.

The crowd was shocked.

Mr. Tang did not give up, and took the maple leaf as the theme.

Xiao Yuanbao memorized a whole nine poems, which is also a masterpiece that everyone has never heard.

Mr. Tang also proposed that the theme should be Akiyama.

This time, Xiao Yuanbao gave a full twelve poems, and each poem can make the students in the city boil!

There's no point in going on again.

Mr. Tang was ashamed.

He knew that he was looking down on people.

He finally lowered his "noble" head and expressed his apologies to Mr. Chen: "Shicai, I finally understand that Mr. is a real talented person, and he can accept such two amazing disciples!" I shouldn't challenge you in the next, and I'm ashamed of myself! ”

He gave a long salute and gave Mr. Chen enough respect.

"No need, please get up quickly," Mr. Chen helped him, "It's all children who are naughty, just come and join in the fun." ”

Mr. Tang lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to speak again.

This concludes today's poetry contest.

Mr. Chen and the others left the place, with the sound of appreciation behind them.

After walking away, Mr. Chen asked Xiao Yuanbao curiously: "Where do you see these poems from?" ”