This time, the students on site and the audience in the live broadcast room were even more excited.
In addition to the thunderous applause, the scene was also filled with joking laughter and whistles.
"Yo--"
Everyone was cheering, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was a joy.
The majestic and passionate "Wang Yue" is very awesome, but these few sentences are indeed more gimmick.
Looking at Guan Gege again, people sincerely admire Zhang Huan again.
"I understand this time. I don't need to trouble the president to translate."
"That's right, Zhang Huan is a master at writing about beauties, and he is also a master at writing about beauties' legs."
"I thought Guan Gege's legs were very tall before, but after hearing Zhang Huan's description, I felt even more tall."
"If it is increased by one point, it is too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it is too short. It's just right, tsk tsk."
"Wangyue is the best person in history to write about Mount Tai, so he is the best person in history to write about thighs."
"It's over. I have no hope for Guan Gege's ending."
"I seem to have seen that Guan Gege will follow in Bingbing's footsteps."
When Zhang Huan first met Bing Bing, he wrote a poem to praise her beauty, and then seduce her.
Now, it all seems to be happening again.
Xiao Sa couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "As expected of you."
Then, he asked Guan Gege, "How is it? Do you feel satisfied?"
Everyone likes to be praised by others, especially by talented people, and Guan Gege is certainly no exception.
What she is most proud of is her long legs that everyone praises, so she always shows them off intentionally or unintentionally.
When Zhang Huan praised her legs, he thought of praising a parent's child. He was praising her from the bottom of his heart.
However, while she was overjoyed, she did not forget to be humble.
"Actually, it's not that exaggerated."
Xiao Sa smiled and asked the people from the Poetry Association again, "Teachers, what do you think?"
The president smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I can't write it down anyway. I can only say that I learned it."
These big guys all reacted like this, that is, there is no dispute.
Xiao Sa then asked loudly: "What are your opinions? Does anyone have a different opinion?"
He was in a good mood at this time and asked casually, not thinking that anyone would have any objections.
As a result, brother Zhangyu stood up at this time.
"I think it's not good to talk about a girl's legs in public like this?"
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence, making Xiao Sa suddenly feel a little embarrassed.
In the live broadcast room, all the viewers were silenced.
Only fans of Brother Zhangyu were jumping up and down, "Yes, commenting on other people's legs is obviously disrespectful to others."
"It's so disgusting. Is it really okay to be so vulgar?"
"Our brother still has a good outlook on life and is worthy of being a high-quality idol."
Seeing such remarks, the audience became angry.
"That doesn't mean anything, it's just a compliment."
"Isn't it a common thing to praise someone for their long legs? Why did it suddenly become an obscene thing?"
"The person involved is smiling, but you say this is judgmental?"
There was already a quarrel in the live broadcast room. Xiao Sa calmed down and asked Guan Gege, "Has anyone ever complimented your legs in person before?"
Being able to make Guan Gege proud is certainly a compliment.
Guan Gege nodded and said calmly: "There are many, and there are both men and women."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It feels like complimenting someone for being beautiful or handsome. It's all a compliment to someone."
People from the Poetry Association also felt helpless, “Actually, I don’t think it’s necessary to go online.”
Brother Zhangyu actually wanted to target Zhang Huan, but he didn't expect to make everyone unhappy.
He was not stupid. He knew that it would not be good for him to make things more difficult, so he quickly took remedial measures.
"Sorry, maybe I'm thinking too much."
"If you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with a simple compliment."
"Guan Gege's thighs are indeed very white and long, and they are indeed very cute."
A person who speaks a lot of Chinese actually adds an English word to his speech.
Zhang Huan looked at him and said leisurely: "Actually, I'm talking about Guan Gege's height."
Brother Zhangyu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Only then did everyone realize that it seemed right to understand it this way. It seemed that everyone had understood it wrong.
But he had just set his sights on Guan Gege's long legs, and the fact was very clear.
As a result, it is said that everyone has misunderstood?
I can only say that you intellectuals are really awesome, you can advance and retreat with ease, and you don’t give others a chance to take advantage of you.
However, no matter how reasonable your explanation is, everyone still knows what kind of virtue you are.
So, everything is in vain.
Even Guan Gege couldn't help but give him a roll of his eyes when he heard what he said.
The students at the scene couldn't help but burst out laughing, looking at Brother Zhangyu's face full of joking.
"It's fine now. I wonder if he would think it's bad to openly talk about height?"
"Where are those fans just now? You think there's nothing wrong with this. What do you think?"
The audience chased and beat Brother Zhangyu's fans, allowing these fans to break through their defenses one by one.
At this time, Zhang Huan coughed twice, "Ahem."
Even though he was thick-skinned, he felt a little unbearable to be stared at by so many joking eyes.
So, he decisively changed the topic.
"Dear students, you took the time to come to this poetry meeting, and you have been waiting for us for so long."
"We feel sorry for this."
"I hope you are really happy about everything you have experienced today, including the poetry meeting."
"I hope that each of you can be as ambitious as Wang Yue's poem, and have the ambition to be proud of everything."
"Have the courage and courage to climb and conquer."
"Finally, I have a song for you."
The poetry meeting is over and he still wants to sing?
Both the students at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room were excited again.
The quarrels with the fans of Brother Zhuangyu have stopped, and there is no time to make fun of these fans.
As for Zhang Huan, the reason why he said this was actually because he didn't want these students to think that their visit was in vain and a waste of time.
Now that I'm here, I hope to give everyone a good memory and make everyone feel that this trip is worth it.
Because whether in his previous life or this life, during his student days, he had participated in countless activities that were filled with nothing but criticism and complaints.
I don't feel happy at all participating in these activities, everyone is scolding me behind my back.
However, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to participate.
Just because he understood this feeling, he didn't want this event to turn into this.
So, he hugged the guitar and started singing.
·Where is the world full of flowers?
·If it really exists then I will definitely go
·I want the highest mountain to stand there
· Don’t care if it’s a cliffhanger
·Live hard and love hard even if your liver and brain are ruined
·Don’t ask for anyone’s satisfaction, just be worthy of yourself
·I never choose to give up on my ideals
·Even on the gray days
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