Chapter 266 Substitute

Lu Zhiquan hurriedly said after hearing the words: "Deputy class, it didn't say that you can't replace the manuscript! Just say it's original! Anyway, when the boss wrote "Journey to the West", the poems were so dizzy that he just wrote a few sentences for me. Just deal with the past. I'm not asking for awards or anything! It's not too much."

"No!" Wu Jie also interjected: "Boss, then you can write one for me too. I don't want to be too good! It's enough to deal with the past."

Zhao Zhijun said: "And me! Boss. I depend on you too!"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu said cheerfully: "Well...then I'll write one for Lao Zhao first! I'll think about it...hey!" While speaking, Zhang Yu stood up, took out a piece of chalk, and placed it on the blackboard. On it is written "Quanju", two orioles sing the green willows, a line of egrets ascends to the blue sky, the windows contain thousands of autumn snows on the Xiling, and the gates are parked with boats thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned his head and said, "How is it? Lao Zhao! Let's do it!"

Zhao Zhijun said in surprise: "Okay! It's too good. Boss, you are indeed a super genius. You can write a few words so arrogantly! I want this. Quatrains! The name is also domineering. Genre can be used as a name, it is a cow. !"

The people in the class read Zhang Yu's words, and they were all talking about each other... They all felt that Zhang Yu was indeed the author of Journey to the West, and the poems came as soon as they opened their mouths. And the quality of the sentences is still so high, how long people's brains are.

Lu Zhiquan smiled and said, "Boss! Give me a domineering one too."

"Okay! You wait. Well...there is!" Zhang Yu turned around and continued to write "Sit Alone on Erlong Mountain". All the birds were flying high, and the lonely cloud was alone.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned his head and said, "Old Lu! How's it going, will this work?"

"Hahaha!" Lu Zhiquan laughed and said, "Boss, your writing is also very good! Erlong Mountain is two hills not far from our school, isn't it? You can't get tired of looking at each other. I'm laughing at you! No! People who know that they think this Erlong Mountain is a majestic and splendid mountain and river!"

At this time, the entire class of Class Twelve was full of laughter when they heard this! One by one, although this sentence is so well written, Erlongshan is a bit funny!

Fatty Wu Jie hurriedly said: "Boss! It's my fault! Give me the whole domineering, at least the level of Erlongshan."

"Okay! You wait... I have it!" Zhang Yu wrote "Pity for Agriculture" in the afternoon of hoeing, sweat dripping down the soil, who knows that the food on the plate is hard work.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he said, "How about Fatty! Are you satisfied?"

Wu Jie frowned at this time and said, "Boss! How come I'm doing limericks here.

The grade of this poem is also down! Not as good as the two songs by Lao Zhao and Lao Lu! Change another song! Change one! "

Zhang Yu said with a smile: "This poem is the best poem, okay! Look at how high the artistic conception is between the lines."

Wu Jie frowned and said, "High is high! But it's too simple, it doesn't have any profound ideological connotation! Look at Lao Zhao's 'The Window contains Qianqiu Snow in the West Ridge', and you look at Lao Lu's 'Lonely Cloud Going Leisurely'. Awesome! How come it's 'noon on the hoeing day'. What if the Academic Affairs Office says I'm a limerick? Isn't this going to deal with me! Change it, boss, change it for me, for you No trouble."

As soon as Zhang Yu saw that the famous poems of the ages had been returned, he was speechless and said: "Don't you just want to think about the connotation! Then I'll add a few words to you and it's over!" Millet, 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn, there are no idle fields in the four seas, and the farmers still starve to death.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned around and said, "Fat man! It's down! Corresponding to the previous sentence, the ideological connotation has also begun, and he has begun to satirize realism. Now there is no problem!"

The people in the class first watched Zhang Yu write the first few sentences, and then whispered for a while... Look, Zhang Yu also wrote this kind of poem, so it seems that this guy is not that inhuman. As a result, as soon as the second paragraph appeared, the people in the class were looking at it. The second paragraph has already improved the realm of this poem a lot, and it has a strong meaning of pointing out the evils of the times. Now the people in the class have to deal with it. Zhang Yu was in awe.

Fatty Wu read the last few sentences, and he loved it and hated it. Take a look at it as a whole! Great write up. But the thing is, he's not stupid either. This last sentence, the farmer is starving to death, if this is sent out, it will be fine.

Wu Jie said: "Boss, what you wrote is too exaggerated! Do I dare to post this? What if Director Gu of the Academic Affairs Office finds out. I shouldn't have dragged me to the school gate at that time and beat me to death!"

Hahahahaha! The whole class was laughing hard enough.

Of course, the people in the class understood what Wu Jie said. This socialist new China, writing this sentence, isn't this a flashlight in a cesspit, courting death!

Zhang Yu himself laughed hard enough, and said: "I said fat man! I think you can just forget the first paragraph. The first four sentences are obviously inspirational. Although it is simple, it has been passed down through the ages! Anyway, I have given it to you. I wrote two paragraphs, you need to be thoughtful and thoughtful, and you need to be inspirational.

Wu Jie sighed and said, "Forget it! Then I'll do the first paragraph!"

At this time, Xu Yiming suddenly said, "Boss, write one for me too!"

Zhang Yu hasn't spoken yet... Wu Jie said: "Yi Ming, don't be too troublesome. I'll leave you the second paragraph of Minnong."

"I'm crazy! You don't dare to post, and I don't want to die!" Xu Yiming said.

Hahahahaha! The whole class was laughing hard enough.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "It's alright! I'll write another paragraph for Yiming, I think about it... I have it!"

The whole class groaned when they heard it, how could it be so soon! Do you fucking have human brains? Chickens don't lay eggs as fast as you!

Zhang Yu wrote in "Ying Liu" that jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and ten thousand green silk sashes hang down. I don't know who will cut the fine leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

As soon as Zhang Yu finished writing these few sentences, clap clap clap clap clap! The whole class applauded. Now they can't accept it. Man this is great too! So awesome! There is no better verse than this.

Ha ha ha ha! Xu Yiming laughed happily and said, "I'm good! I want this."

Zhang Yu said: "Okay! Then our class is almost the same."

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"Hey Zhang Yu, write one for me too!" a voice said.

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Zhang Yu looked up and saw that it was Tan Xiaonan. He frowned and said, "Didn't you write it yourself!"

Tan Xiaonan said, "I'll write another song after I've written it! Can't one person post three songs? I can't write one song well, so I have to write a good one."

Zhang Yu heard the words, nodded and said, "Alright then! You wait... there is!"

Everyone in the class is numb, and after a while, one song, and one song for a while, you are still not human.

Zhang Yu wrote "Peach Blossom" last year in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people are red, and the faces of the people do not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

The room is now quiet... (To be continued.)