Lin Wanjie was walking on the edge of the venue and vaguely heard someone targeting the eldest lady.
But someone from the book club was in charge of the order of the university meeting. When he saw Lin Wanjie approaching, he came to stop him.
It is not convenient to cause trouble at this time, so we can only stay outside and watch from a distance.
There is simply Xu Haoyuan who can pass the message.
Lin Wanjie waved to Xu Haoyuan, and Xu Haoyuan came over quickly.
Xu Haoyuan told Lin Wanjie what was happening at the university meeting.
Lin Wanjie suddenly frowned.
How could a person from the outer courtyard know Xiao Yuchan so well?
Who leaked the news?
Xiao Yuchan didn't even think about it, how did the Wu Liang in front of him know this?
The students present heard Wu Liang's words and began to look at Xiao Yuchan.
"It turns out he is a person who can only compose poetry behind his back."
"Does that mean you can't compose poetry openly?"
"Don't think about it, he must be doing something behind his back. These rich men are all the same. He likes to hire ghostwriters. I don't know how many people are making suggestions behind his back!"
"No matter how good you were before, you will naturally show your flaws when you get to college. If I were you, I would hide it and never come out to show off."
Everyone criticized Xiao Yuchan verbally and writingly.
I was feeling aggrieved and panicked at first, but now it’s even more difficult.
The eldest daughter of the Xiao family had red eyes and tears rolling down her face, feeling that they might flow out at any time.
"Yo yo yo, I'm going to cry even if I say two words! It's like a girl's house."
"This is a university meeting. There is no point in crying. If you have the ability, just write a decent poem and surprise us."
"How can he have such ability? Everyone can see the level of the students of Xiande Academy. If you have the ability, write a poem immediately. What is the first question?"
"Okay!" A voice interrupted.
Liu Xiwen, the owner of Xizi Bookstore, walked into the field, and gentlemen from seven colleges also followed. They each sat on the stage and looked at the seven college representatives standing in the open space.
"According to the usual practice, the university will always have competitions to stimulate the progress of students from each school. Let's start with the first question now."
Boss Liu was very free and easy. He clapped his hands and a servant held up a sign with one word written on it - "love".
The meaning is very simple. The first question is to write a love poem.
There were all young men and young masters present. When they were young and ignorant, they all talked about love poems as if they were drunk.
This kind of topic that can stimulate students' poetic nature is best used in college meetings. Because of their impulse, they may get some excellent works.
But because of impulse, you may also get some strange and weird works.
The students from Beimang Academy immediately came out and shouted: "I will write a love poem first! When the love is deep, it will naturally become straight, and when the love is deep, it will naturally become wet. When a crazy man complains about a woman's passion, she will stick into the dark curtain and spit out white juice."
"..."
"…………"
"!!!"
"puff!"
Lin Wanjie bit his tongue and squirted wildly.
What a fucking genius!
This...this is really a role model for our generation!
"Pfft hahaha..."
The whole audience burst into laughter and exploded.
Xiao Yuchan blushed and backed away, feeling that she had encountered a pervert.
The other students all gave a thumbs up, showing respect for their brother as a good man.
The gentlemen on the stage all had different expressions. They were all extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
Especially the gentleman from Beimang Academy was so angry that he rolled his eyes and picked up a brick and threw it at his student.
"I told you to talk nonsense and insult the saints! I won't beat you to death!"
"Okay, okay, Mr. Qu, calm down, we are still children..."
"Yeah, don't really hurt anyone."
The gentleman behind was trying to break up the fight, and the scene was chaotic and uncontrollable.
After a period of confusion, the student was beaten out and the scene gradually became calm.
But the aftertaste of the poem just now lingered, and the effect was outstanding. All the students were blushing, and there was a hidden restlessness in the quiet atmosphere.
Another student came forward and finally composed a normal love poem.
"You and I were in love, and it makes me sad to think about it. In the good season for lovers, Suzhou and Hangzhou look to Chang'an."
The language is straightforward, but the artistic conception is still there. When you listen to the poem, you can have a picture. It is a masterpiece.
Look at the student who wrote the poem, his eyes are already filled with tears.
It turned out that I was thinking of my cousin who was far away in Chang'an. I fell in love with her after they met her last year. At this time, they were already in a long-distance relationship. I wrote a love poem and put myself in it.
These representatives who are worthy of being elected by various colleges are not Xiao Yuchan's classmates. They are all well-connected people, and the poems they write on weekdays are not pleasing to the eye.
Two more people wrote poems later. Not to mention excellent works, at least they sounded decent.
Xiao Yuchan was under pressure because she originally had a poem in mind.
But compared with the students on the scene, the gap is really huge, and it will definitely be embarrassing as soon as I speak out.
A girl has good face, how can she lose face at will?
My heart gradually became nervous, and my eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Now only Wu Liang and Xiao Yuchan are left.
Wu Liang deliberately showed humility and said: "Classmate Xiao, you are highly anticipated! We have given you a lot of time so far. Let me listen to what you think of love poems."
Xiao Yuchan frowned and did not respond.
Seeing Xiao Yuchan's expression, Wu Liang became even more proud: "Classmate Xiao, do you want to send a letter back to tell the ghostwriter at home to come to the rescue immediately?"
"Hahaha! Yes, how about we wait."
Even others became interested and looked at Xiao Yuchan curiously.
"I really can't write a poem in class. I have to think about it secretly behind my back. Even if it's not written by someone else, if I think about it for a whole day and come up with a poem, no matter how good it is, what's the point?"
"Who stipulated that there should be a time limit for composing poetry?"
Suddenly a voice came.
Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Xu Haoyuan!
Young Master Xu actually walked into the field and stared directly at Wu Liang.
The reputation of Hangzhou's No. 1 Dandy is too great.
Seeing Xu Haoyuan coming, Wu Liang immediately became a little nervous.
"What are you going to do? Sir, stop him quickly, he's going to hit someone!"
"Who the hell wants to hit you? Do you deserve it?"
Xu Haoyuan walked over confidently with his head held high.
Since this look is different from the dandy look in the past, he really has a bit of a scholar's attitude.
Xu Haoyuan pointed at Wu Liang and the others and asked: "Listen to what you are saying, if a poem is thought about for a long time, no matter how well it is written, it is not considered a good poem?"
"..."
Several people looked at each other, something happened suddenly, and they didn't know how to deal with it.
Xu Haoyuan continued: "The quality of a poem is only related to the poem itself, and has nothing to do with the length of time! Even if you can write a poem in one second, but the poem has no artistic conception and the words are not neatly matched, it is still rubbish! However, a good poem Even if it takes a day, a month, a year, or even a few years to create a poem! As long as it is a good poem and an eternal quatrain, even if it takes a lot of time, it is still an eternal masterpiece and can be passed down for thousands of years. One of the famous poems throughout the ages How many people have only one poem circulated in their lifetime? Even just a few sentences are enough to shock the past and the present. Some people just need to think deeply and for a long time to write good poems. What's wrong with this? Like you This kind of student with the head of a human and the brain of a pig thinks that speed means everything. That is simply a childish statement that has no beginning!"
Xu Haoyuan's words were so powerful that everyone present felt numb after he finished speaking.
Everyone was in a mess, and everything felt so unreal.
Is this what Xu Haoyuan can say?
Xu Haoyuan is the number one dude in Hangzhou. He knows nothing but hard fists.
Where can these great principles be taught?
And it was said in an orderly manner without any flaws, making it very convincing.
Is this still Xu Haoyuan?
Before Xu Haoyuan finished, he raised his hands and said to several gentlemen on the stage: "Several gentlemen clearly know that Mr. Xiao has a personal habit of writing poems, which requires people to calm down and think alone. In such an environment, it is normal for Mr. Xiao to be unable to compose poems. If you want to see Classmate Xiao’s talent and learning, please ask Classmate Xiao to step aside for two minutes and let her and her book boy walk outside the venue, and there will definitely be poems.”
Several gentlemen exchanged glances and were about to agree.
Suddenly Wu Liang shouted: "Sir, this is unfair. No matter what, this is a competition, and since it is a competition, everyone should be treated equally."
Xu Haoyuan gritted his teeth. At this moment, he really wanted to rush forward and kill this man.
There was a lot of discussion at the scene, and I didn't know whether Xiao Yuchan was allowed to leave temporarily or not?
"Thank you, classmate Xu." Xiao Yuchan took advantage of the confusion and whispered.
Xu Haoyuan shook his head: "Classmate Xiao, there is no need to thank me. My adoptive father taught me what to say."
Xiao Yuchan trembled and quickly turned back to find Lin Wanjie.
Seeing Lin Wanjie nodding to herself, Xiao Yuchan suddenly felt at ease.
She knew that Lin Da was loyal to the Xiao family and would always be loyal to the Xiao family and to herself no matter what the circumstances.
So there's nothing to worry about now.
The scene was still noisy, and Xiao Yuchan suddenly raised her hand: "Gentlemen, the students have already produced a work, which is a poem about love."
The scene was quiet for a moment, and Xiao Yuchan looked at Xiao Yuchan in surprise.
"What? Already written?"
"Or a word?"
"It's not easy to write a song in such a short time."
"Isn't it just a pretense?"
Wu Liang sneered: "Hmph, don't think that you can fool me here with just a casual lyrics, or you will be laughed out of your mouth."
"Really?" Xiao Yuchan was also angered and glanced at her, "I want to see how you can laugh later?"
Someone on the stage waved his hand and shouted: "Now that we have the lyrics, let's get started. Let the students present come and comment."
Lin Wanjie was very surprised. This little girl actually said that she had written a poem?
Could it be that my eldest lady is a genius?
Don’t know what the written words look like?
Lin Wanjie pricked up his ears from the outside.
Then I heard Xiao Yuchan slowly chanting from the innermost part: "The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world."
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? "
