At this time, the book friends who were ignited by the poem "The End of the World" began to post this poem in their own space, on their circle of friends, and on Weibo, all of them posted it one after another.

Some people have noticed that these poems have never read the novel, but now, after thinking about it, they feel the ultimate taste. The poems immediately spread on Weibo.

At this time, some people felt that the poem was indeed very good, and it was extremely interesting when read.

The next day, An Changqiu got up from the bed and was walking towards the bathroom in a daze. But the sound of the system came from his ears, "Host, there is a good news. I wonder if you want to listen to it?"

"Say what good news."

An Changqiu was still a little confused. He only subconsciously responded that he did not feel much fluctuating in his emotions.

"So far last night, the host has obtained 150 star points. Congratulations to the host, one step closer to completing the target."

"One hundred and fifty star points?" An Changqiu was slightly stunned when he heard this. The feeling of a little confused suddenly became slightly awake. After washing his face with cold water, his head became more awake.

"System, I heard it right just now. I got 150 star points last night?"

"Yes!"

The sound of the system still had no emotion at all, but it seemed extremely beautiful to An Changqiu now, with one hundred and fifty star dots! This was the first time he had gained so many star dots, and when he thought of this, he was extremely excited.

Then, after learning that the star dots were all produced by the book he wrote, An Changqiu immediately finished washing up, then turned on his computer, and carefully watched the book review.

Then, the previous book reviews were all seen by An Changqiu at this time. Seeing this, An Changqiu immediately understood how this star dot was created.

This book friend is so cute. If I hadn't had you, I would probably not have been able to get so many stars. Looking at the comment, An Changqiu felt relaxed.

At least it shows that my move really works. When I think of this, An Changqiu was filled with motivation, and then he quickly wrote down the plot in his mind.

For two consecutive days, An Changqiu spent the time writing novels, staying quietly at home without going anywhere, and two days flashed by in the blink of an eye.

On this day, An Changqiu was carrying an extremely thick schoolbag and went to school in diameter. The strange eyes of the people around him were no longer surprised. He ignored these people and then returned to the classroom.

The college entrance examination is about to come, so at this time, the people in the classroom were no longer paying much attention to An Changqiu. At this moment, they were all tired in their seats, writing test papers that had not been finished.

"Changqiu, you probably haven't written any of your test papers? Should I lend you some copying them first?"

Lou Tiancheng, who was standing beside him, looked at An Changqiu. Because of that matter, An Changqiu had no intention of studying recently, and had not written any exam papers or other things.

When An Changqiu heard this, he shook his head at Lou Tiancheng, indicating that he would not do this. Then he sat down aside and started to look at the book.

Lou Tiancheng, who was standing aside, was stunned for a moment when he saw An Changqiu like this, and looked at An Changqiu with some strangeness. This is not like An Changqiu he knew. Generally speaking, shouldn't An Changqiu sit aside with an extremely decadent state, which is in line with his way?

Why is it that I actually read books now? Lou Tiancheng was a little confused, but seeing his friend being able to calm down at this time, he was also happy for An Changqiu.

"Ahem, everyone, calm down."

An Changqiu didn't pay attention to how long he had been reading. With a light cough, An Changqiu raised his head and saw the head teacher standing on the podium table, so he closed the book.

Seeing that the students looked at each other, Fang Yingliu continued to speak, "I think everyone knows that the college entrance examination is coming soon, so I won't say much about the meaning of this."

Fang Yingliu patted the blackboard on his left, and there was a big countdown there, fifty-day, that is to say, there were fifty-days, the college entrance examination began.

"Yesterday, I saw a poem that felt very interesting. I will share it with you here. I hope it can inspire you to move forward in the last time."

Fang Yingliu said, holding chalk, and then started writing down on the blackboard.

After finishing writing, they turned their body and let everyone see it clearly. Everyone looked up. When they saw the poem, everyone looked at it differently. Some people had seen the poem, while others had never seen it.

"Now the dust is gone and the light is born, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers."

When the students looked at this, they immediately muttered to themselves, and while chanting, their eyes shining.

"The meaning of this poem is that all of you are a pearl, but the light is covered by dust. But one day, the sand and dust will be gone and the pearls will shine everywhere, illuminating the mountains and rivers!"

Fang Yingliu said, remembering that when she saw this poem before, she went to find the source. When she knew it was circulated from a novel, she was shocked at that time, and she was no longer able to know how exaggerated it was.

Moreover, especially when she saw that the poem was written for the people in the book, she felt even more shocked. Nowadays, has the author of a novel possessed such high talent?

Listening to his class teacher's words, the students nodded immediately, feeling a sudden enlightenment in their hearts. Just that sentence, the end of the world can make them feel like they are excited.

When Fang Yingliu said this, she looked at An Changqiu behind her. The meaning in her eyes was as long as she was not a fool, she could see it. Instantly, the corners of An Changqiu's mouth twitched.

He doubted in his heart that it was said that the teacher wrote this poem specifically for him, right? If you think about it carefully, this is really possible!

I just don’t know what expression would be like if my teacher knew that this poem was actually written by me.
Chapter completed!