Chapter 267 Zhang Yu's Contribution

The silence in the class was even a little weird... including Tan Xiaonan himself.

Zhang Yu is a genius, and everyone in the class knows it. He has a lot of achievements across the two worlds of art. But what the people in the class didn't expect was that Zhang Yu was so exaggerated. The creation of poems is not that simple, and anyone who has done it knows the feeling of fidgeting and racking their brains.

How is it possible that someone in the world can write if they want to, and it is great when they write, and one song is more exaggerated than one. This is simply unimaginable. Everyone in the class at the moment was shocked to the point of speechless by Zhang Yu's genius. Even Ge Wenhui himself felt a wave of powerlessness... Compared with Zhang Yu, he was like heaven and earth, let alone a lifetime, even ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes, he was unmatched.

Zhang Yu saw that the silence in the room was a little weird... He frowned and said, "What's wrong with you! Why are you so quiet." While speaking, he looked at Tan Xiaonan again and said, "How is it Tan Xiaonan! Are you satisfied with this poem? ?"

Tan Xiaonan sighed: "I dare say I'm not satisfied! Then I'm too crazy. I'm very satisfied! That's it."

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"Squad leader! You can write a song for me too!"

"I want too! Write me one more song!"

"And me! And me!"

...

The class was crowded for a while, and they all asked Zhang Yu to write a song for himself. It can also be said that everyone has a feeling that after reading Zhang Yu's poems, what they wrote should not have been posted just now.

Zhang Yu did not refuse anyone who came, and wrote more than 30 poems in one breath. How can I say that he is also a great man with 300 Tang poems as the backing, only a few dozen poems, drizzle! However, Zhang Yu's one-stop creation made the people in the class numb and unable to speak. Almost everyone has a feeling that it is not that there is no genius in the world, it is just that you have not seen it. When a real genius is standing in front of you, anyone who wants to challenge will feel powerless...because by the side of the sun, any star embellishment is meaningless.

Zhang Yu got everyone in need and uploaded all these poems. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "All right! It's all done. That's it!"

Su Qianqian was speechless at this time, and said, "Can you do it, Zhang Yu! I think you've written too much, and it's numb. You haven't written it yet!"

Hahahahaha! The whole class burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Zhang Yu just remembered,

I dare to work hard for a long time, and I haven't done it yet. Said: "Oh! That's right! How could I forget me! What do I write about? I have it! I'll write this." After speaking, he got up and wrote "Youth Sorrow" on the blackboard. , love upstairs. Fall in love with the floor, forcing new words to express sorrow. But now I know all my sorrows, and I have no words to speak. He wanted to talk, but he said it was a cool autumn.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he said, "I'll do it!"

The people in the class looked at the words on the blackboard, and began to discuss each other again... It seems to be quite controversial.

Fang Shuxing said, "Squad leader, your writing is great, but it's not too bitter! If you post this, you can't cause trouble!"

Zhao Zhijun said: "What's the trouble! Is there still a text prison now! Don't let us talk!"

Li Jie said: "No! I think it's pretty good. The word "Boss" is very deep, and it can be read by those old comrades who are always looking for trouble with us. Don't play these useless games all day, and think we are not enough. Tired!"

Wu Jie said: "Li Jie is so right! Boss, I support you, so just post this."

"Yes! Me too."

"Amazingly written!"

"We all support you!"

For a while in the class, there were constant responses...

Su Qianqian said: "I don't think so well! Although this lyric is well written, it obviously contradicts the general policy of the game, so it can be brushed down. Why don't you write another one! Brush down, don't you still have a chance?"

Tan Xiaonan also said: "I think Qianqian is right! With your literary talent, Zhang Yu can't be as cynical as Fatty and the others day by day! It's better to be positive."

Fatty Wu rolled his eyes when he heard the words, but didn't say anything... In fact, in his heart, he agreed now.

Lu Zhiquan said: "Boss, Deputy Class and Commissioner Tan are right. It's just your literary talent! If you are brushed down, is there still room for reason in the world?"

Ha ha ha ha ha! The people in the class laughed. At the same time, I also feel that if this Zhang Yu is brushed down, the style of this game will be too low.

When Zhang Yu heard the words, he smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if I can be selected or not! I can't just say that I can't write because I can't be selected. You can say yes!"

Hehehehe! The whole class laughed collectively.

"That's it! That's all I have, I won't change it." Zhang Yuyu decided to write his poems on paper, then input them into the computer, send an email, and the submission was successful.

Zhang Yu sorted out the manuscripts on the table and stacked them neatly, which was regarded as a complete completion of this political task.

In the afternoon, Han Shaoli finished her class first before she came to class 12. After entering the room, he looked at Su Qianqian and said, "Su Qianqian, have your class's submissions been completed?"

Su Qianqian said: "It's done! Teacher Han. That's what's on the podium!"

Han Shaoli didn't expect that Class 12 would be quite fast. She nodded with satisfaction, came to the podium, and flipped through the manuscripts on the table... Soon, she became more and more surprised, and she was almost stunned in the end.

real or fake! Is this written by Class Twelve? The level is so high! It's more than a hundred streets to dump your own class, no, you can't compare them together! It's just heaven and earth.

Han Shaoli watched in surprise for a long time before looking up and said, "Su Qianqian! Are these contributions from your class?"

"Yes!" Su Qianqian said.

"How can your class write so well!" When Han Shaoli heard the answer, she flipped through the manuscript in surprise and said, "I really didn't expect it! Your poetry level is so high. It makes me dare not dare. Believe!"

Ha ha ha ha ha! The whole class certainly knew what was going on. Instead, they laughed together! No one has debunked the mystery.

Wu Jie said loudly: "Mr. Han! It can be seen from this poetry competition that the cultural heritage of our class is usually seriously underestimated. In this competition, under the leadership of the class leader, we showed all our strengths. , It can also be said that we racked our brains and thought hard to get these works. What if we entered the next round! Will the school have any rewards?" (To be continued.)