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Chapter 172 The third trick, conquer! (Third update, please subscribe)
This is a scene that no one expected.

Originally, everyone thought that Lin Xuan's words just now were sharp enough, but they didn't expect that the sharper words were yet to come.

The lecture theater fell into dead silence again.

Even the expressions of the teachers changed when they saw the poems written by Lin Xuan.

Too cruel!

The girl who was broadcasting the live broadcast had her mouth wide open, staring blankly at this scene.He didn't realize that the popularity of the live broadcast room had already surpassed [-].

The barrage is dense.

"Damn it, brother Xuan has amplified his move."

"Across the screen, I felt a chill."

"I always thought Brother Xuan was a warm and healing type of warm man, but today I saw him as a depressive type."

"These are all talented students from China's top universities, but Lin Xuan said they are useless. If it were me, I would probably die on the spot."

"What died in place? Didn't they beg for brother Xuan's advice? Now that brother Xuan has offered advice, aren't you willing to listen?"

"Exactly! I think Lin Xuan's advice is very good. It hits the nail on the head and hits the nail on the head... although I don't understand it."

"..."

Ordinary netizens are discussing enthusiastically.

However, some people with strong literary skills were more shocked than those students at the scene after seeing the poems written by Lin Xuan.

"My God, Lin Xuan's words almost hit me in the face."

"I took a look at the poem I just wrote, and it suddenly felt like rubbish."

"Just now I thought the students wrote well, but after Lin Xuan said a few words, it instantly became dross."

"Turning around and looking at the poems I wrote in my spare time, I realized that they were all moans."

"Forcibly expressing sorrow for Fu Xinci... Sigh, I was really slapped in the face. My old bone writing poems turned out to have fallen into the three states mentioned by Lin Xuan. I am really ashamed."

"..."

on site.

In the lecture hall, some students finally couldn't help standing up, with the final stubbornness on their faces: "Mr. Lin, since you said that the poems we wrote are all groaning without disease, and they can't catch your eyes. Can you please tell me according to Write a poem on the topic just now to open our eyes?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

at once.

The classroom became noisy again.

That's right, Lin Xuan, didn't you say that we young people are forced to talk about worry?Then you are so good, why don't you write a poem for us?

We'll have to see how you describe autumn!

We want to see, how can you write good poems if you don’t complain about your illness and don’t deliberately pretend to be forceful.

"That's right, let's write."

"Write it to us."

"Mr. Lin, come on!"

"Don't just point."

"..."

Hey!
Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, it seems that these students are still not convinced yet.

That being the case...

There was a faint smile on his face, and he looked at the boy who asked the question: "Your question is very good, it's not empty air. But in fact, you are wrong, because just now, I have written this poem , it’s just not finished.”

what?
written out?

where is it?
Everyone was stunned, not knowing why.

However, the students and teachers at the scene were not ordinary people after all, and everyone reacted instantly.

"Isn't Lin Xuan talking about the poem 'Young Man Strongly Says Sorrow'? What he means is that it is not just satirizing us, but also a poem created with the theme of 'Autumn'?"

"Is it true? Why didn't I see it?"

"Isn't it incredible? Two birds with one stone?"

"Is he really that powerful?"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Lin Xuan pointed to the poem he just wrote, and then said in a deep voice: "You guessed it right, it is the two lines I just wrote. Since I said to point out everyone's poems, of course I won't It’s just giving pointers. It’s about setting an example, otherwise how can it be convincing?”

This time.

But he didn't touch the chalk any more, but looked out the window, with a moment of sob in his eyes, and said softly: "Young people don't know sorrow, they fall in love with upper floors. In love with upper floors, they force their sorrows to write new words."

Speaking of this, Lin Xuan's eyes were full of sadness, as if he remembered some unbearable past events, his face was full of melancholy.At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window, making most of the students tighten their clothes involuntarily.

At this moment, Lin Xuan's voice sounded faintly: "Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it. I want to say it, but I say it's a cool autumn."

The voice was lost.

Then, another gust of cold wind blew.

Lin Xuan sighed lightly: "Sure enough, it's been a cool autumn."

The students in the classroom don't know how many times they were shocked.

But all the previous shocks were not as strong as this time.

No one can describe my inner feelings at this moment.

Pun!
Use both words!
It turned out that they had already thought of Lin Xuan's literary level as much as possible, but they still didn't guess that when Lin Xuan pointed out their poems, he unconsciously wrote a poem according to the requirements of the topic!
[Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and they fall in love with upstairs.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words. 】

[Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it.I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn. 】

Everyone chewed this poem, and recalling Lin Xuan's words just now, their minds were almost blank.

The pupils of several liberal arts teachers shrank sharply.

Mr. Zhao, who had arrived earlier, had disbelief in his eyes, and murmured, "How is it possible? How did he do it?"

Teacher Li next to him also looked incredible: "It is already incredible to be able to write this kind of poem. But it can also incorporate the deep meaning of instructing the students and achieve a double entendre. This is simply a miracle! Although the literary nature of this poem It seems that it is not as strong as "Recalling Jiangnan", but with the meaning of advice to the students, its difficulty is much more difficult than "Recalling Jiangnan", right?"

The rest of the teachers were equally astonished.

Heck.

But for the students and teachers at the scene, the fans who were watching the live broadcast were the most shocked.

When hearing Lin Xuan softly say the phrase "Now I know all the sorrows...but it's a cool autumn", I don't know how many fans have sore noses and blurred eyes.

There is rain in the wind: "I never thought that I would cry when I listen to a poem. Seeing brother Xuan read this poem on the podium, I don't know why, but I suddenly burst into tears."

Sad Stone: "It's no wonder that Brother Xuan wrote "Sorrow". At first, I naively thought that it was because of the promotion that he said on the show that his sorrows were swept away. Now it seems that it is because he has seen all the sorrows in the world. Taste, to write the classic lyrics of eight cups of wine, cups of sorrow."

Boiled popsicles with milk: "Now I know all the sorrows... How much bitterness is contained in Brother Xuan's words. He is right. How can those students who have not experienced society write such poems that make my heart twitch?"

Boudoir resentment Wumeng: "I can't imagine more and more, how much suffering Xuan brother experienced before he became famous? He was chasing dreams and living hard, and now there is another man who knows all the sorrows in the world... He is Didn't he sleep in the pig shed every day? He grew up eating garbage every day? It's so pitiful, so heartbreaking..."

Studio.

All the fans were shocked.

"Brother Xuan, don't be melancholy. You still have us."

"Yes, we will never leave."

"From now on, we will never let you be wronged again."

"I'm going to cry again... Woohoo. Brother Xuan's song makes me cry, even the words I wrote are so moving."

"No way, he wrote it based on his own experience. He used himself as an example to tell everyone: Only after going through so many hardships can the poems he writes touch the soul."

"..."

Lin Xuan never expected that his fans would go crazy again.

If he knew, he would probably restrain himself a little bit from his demeanor of putting a fork on the podium.

Pretending too much!
now.

Looking at the dull eyes under the podium, he knew that these students should, almost, have been conquered by him.

Ah, very good.

But next, I have to guide them and rekindle their fighting spirit.Don't let them be demoralized by one of his poems, or the teachers of Zhejiang University's School of Liberal Arts will kill themselves.

How to guide?

Lin Xuan thought for a while and had an idea.

(End of this chapter)