Xu Xiuzhi glared at Lu Yifan and scolded him with majesty: "Lu Yifan, what's wrong with you? It's fine if you don't study well, but you're still making trouble in class. People like you are a typical person who is a broken can, and you won't live a good life and you won't let others live a good life."

Wang Yuan, who was not far away from him, also said sarcastically in order to please Li Tian: "The talent of writing poetry cannot be obtained by hard work. I hope some people will not do something like this that only clowns will do because of some past events."

Lu Yifan was almost irritated by Wang Yuan, the green tea bitch.

Did she think she deliberately mocked Li Tian because of her?

Lao Tzu is full of luck in Wenqu Star and is well-versed in ancient and modern poetry. Can a mere modern poem still not be able to do it?

The classmates below also began to whisper.

Everyone thinks that Lu Yifan must have done it on purpose.

Although Li Tian's character has never been very good, his talent and knowledge have been unanimously recognized by everyone.

Although Lu Yifan is not the bottom student, he is definitely a low-level student in the class.

In this environment, everyone felt that Lu Yifan had done a bit too much.

Lu Yifan flew lightly to Li Tian, ​​and then ignored him, as if he had a look at him was a waste of his eyes.

This deep-rooted contempt made Li Tian even more angry.

Why do you, a stinky takeaway person, contempt me again and again?

I won’t let you make a fool of yourself today, so how can you stay in Jiangdong in the future?

"What, Lu Yifan, are you not convinced, right? If you don't agree, you can also say something to compete with me! Do you dare? Or do you not even understand the rules of the poem?" Li Tian narrowed his eyes into a slit and gave Xu Xiuzhi a wink.

Xu Xiuzhi understood it and immediately agreed: "Lu Yifan, since you think the poem written by Li Tian is not good, let me give you a sentence to appreciate it. I will be the referee for you two to see who wrote it well."

"Hey, now it's over. This old lady is determined to make Lu Yifan embarrassed in public."

"Tell me who is bad for Lu Yifan to provoke Li Tian. Now that I'm going to provoke him, I'll make people angry."

"Lu Yifan failed the Chinese essay. Li Tian and our class teacher's concert together are really... Hey, is it necessary to target a student like this?"

Lu Yifan sighed softly, his body bent slightly, and slowly stood up under the attention of everyone.

Unlike in the past, today's Lu Yifan's movements are filled with incomparable confidence and an inexplicable temperament.

"Do you really want to compare?" Lu Yifan asked in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Stop talking nonsense, don't waste everyone's time if you can't do it!" Li Tian said impatiently.

Can this garbage delivery person do modern poetry?

If he could write poems, even a pig could go to heaven!

Shrugged, Lu Yifan nodded and said, "Okay, I admit that I just smiled because I really thought the poem you made was smelly, like a piece of shit."

"You!" Li Tian's face turned red, his fists were already clenched, and he almost couldn't help but wave it to Lu Yifan's face, "Okay, then I'm going to listen to it, what kind of poetry can you write!"

When you finish your work, I insist that you kneel down in front of the whole class to apologize to me!

Everyone's eyes are now focused on this lazy boy.

After looking around for a week, Lu Yifan said softly: "I still like you very much. I have walked eight thousand miles like the wind, and I don't care about the return date."

The poetry is like ink on rice paper, slowly rendering.

Compared to Li Tian's poem, Lu Yifan's sentence is higher in terms of artistic conception and rhyme.

The students below were stunned for a while. After savoring this poem carefully, they couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wow, this sentence is really artistic, much better than Li Tian's sentence!"

"You shouldn't behave like a person. I didn't expect Lu Yifan to have this trick."

"You can't say it, compared to Lu Yifan's poem, Li Tian's sentence is indeed like a piece of shit."

Listening to the students' comments, Li Tian's face turned red and white.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Xiuzhi immediately smoothed out and said, "Well, this sentence written by Lu Yifan is not bad, and it is in line with that sentence of Li Tian. However, Lu Yifan has been thinking about it for a longer time, so the two of them are tied."

Lu Yifan was speechless about this class teacher.

Not the same?

Even a deaf man knows that everyone's expression is better than my poem!

Li Tian, ​​who had not received any benefits, held it in for a long time, stared at Lu Yifan and said angrily: "The blind cat hit the dead mouse, it's really a concealed!"

"I'm confused? Ha, why don't you do this? Master Li, you say something, I say something, and see who's doing it well?"

The clay man is also very angry!

After repeated provocations, Lu Yifan was completely angry.

Xiaobian, compare your talents with me, a person who has the fortune of Wenqu Star?

I can't play with you to death!

"This... this modern poetry can't be thought of in a short while."

Li Tianlu was timid, but in fact, what he said was right.

If a high school student speaks about modern poetry, it is impossible for a Chinese high school student who has not had a cultural gap.

"I can come up with this level of poetry, and every sentence can be better than you!"

After saying that, Lu Yifan held his head up and said slowly with a loud and confident voice:

"I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, and it travels thousands of miles.

I still like you very much, like a whale sinking into the sea and breathing gently, extremely ignorant.

I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years, and the world is independent.

I still like you very much, like the smoke from cooking cooking, the snow is falling and rain is falling.

I still like you very much, like my subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, and it is nowhere to be achieved.

I still like you very much, like the yellowed plot in the old story, half deaf and half dumb, and lost my voice."

As soon as the six consecutive sentences "I still like you very much", all the students broke the silence just now and immediately "wow".

Beat!

Absolutely beaten!

The six-line poems have different artistic conception and charm, and even the format of each sentence!

Every sentence I read alone is so touching!

Not to mention Li Tian, ​​even Xu Xiuzhi, or even a professional poet, would never be able to make such a wonderful poem in such a short time!

A line of praise came from the students, and Lu Yifan's expression was very calm.

Just kidding, with the luck of Wenqu Star and the support of 5,000-year Chinese literature, if you can't even compare with a high school student, then why are you still alive? Just find a piece of tofu and hit it to death!

And his calmness, this kind of unstoppable contempt, has a different taste of pretending to be a good person.

When Wang Yuan heard the poem written by Lu Yifan, he widened his eyes and felt a little lost.
Chapter completed!