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Chapter 50 Love Poem 30 Yuan

The morning breeze in April is slightly cool.

Wang Xiaobao walked into the classroom stepping on the bell of the morning reading class.

on the podium.

A pair of beautiful legs in silk stockings has been dangling for a long time, and seeing Wang Xiaobao being late again, it is rare that there is no criticism.

"Wang Xiaobao, come here!"

Zhao Suqing called Wang Xiaobao out of the corridor.

Maybe it was because she just washed her hair early in the morning, and there was a strong hair fragrance on her body. The moment she brushed her hair, the hair hit Wang Xiaobao's eyes.

Wang Xiaobao blinked, but did not dodge.

Received the blow.

A male teacher passed by and looked at Zhao Suqing's back with a look of admiration, but Zhao Suqing didn't seem to notice him, he gritted his teeth and bumped his head against the window.

"Ouch, who opened the window?"

He covered his head and yelled, successfully attracting Zhao Suqing's attention, and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, good morning!"

"Teacher Li, pay attention to safety!"

Zhao Suqing expressed concern, and the teacher left happily covering her head.

Zhao Suqing looked at Wang Xiaobao, and asked with a smile: "The mobilization meeting is about to start in the second class, are you ready for the speech?"

Wang Xiaobao nodded.

Zhao Suqing comforted: "Don't be nervous, just take it as it is. When you come to the stage to conduct self-criticism, you often conduct self-criticism, and you should be very experienced in this area."

"Speaking on behalf of poor students is also a kind of tempering exercise. In the eyes of the teacher, you will always be an excellent student."

Wang Xiaobao nodded.

Zhao Suqing hesitated to speak, sighed, and waved Wang Xiaobao back to his seat.

At the same table, Zhou Qianwen offered to give up his seat to Wang Xiaobao, and even pulled the bench for him. The moment he sat down, he handed over two steamed buns, a cup of soy milk, an egg, and a cup of milk tea.
"There is mutual attraction between any object, and the magnitude of this force is directly proportional to the mass of each object. The soy milk is from Zhu Wenwen, the eggs are from Ouyang Yuelan, and the milk tea seems to be bought by Zhao Zhigang for you."

Zhou Qianwen said while reading.

Wang Xiaobao nodded.

Glancing at the milk tea, he felt a little strange, why did Zhao Zhigang buy himself milk tea all of a sudden? !

When I habitually flipped through the book frame, I caught a glimpse of pink.

"The little deer wrote me a note."

Wang Xiaobao's heart skipped a beat.

He picked up a book, pretended to read it, and quietly pulled out a note to read.
"Little Treasure, the way you ran yesterday was so beautiful! I heard that you are going to speak as a student representative today, come on, I'm watching you from the audience"

The beautiful font and encouragement put Wang Xiaobao in a good mood.

Although he didn't know who this mysterious little deer was, every time he saw her note, Wang Xiaobao's whole being became sweeter.

After the first class, a city-wide entrance examination mobilization meeting was held.

All the third-grade students gathered in the playground, carrying stools and sitting in order in class units.

There are thirteen science classes, including three top classes and ten ordinary classes, with a total of more than [-] students, sitting on the left side.

There are five liberal arts classes, one top class, and four ordinary classes, with a total of more than [-] people sitting on the right side.

Most of the liberal arts classes are girls.

The morning wind blows from the right, and a special girly fragrance floats into the nostrils of the science students on the left.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the liberal arts class excitedly.

On the high platform in front, the school leaders hadn't arrived yet, and several staff members were adjusting the speakers, making "hey, hey, hey" sounds from time to time.

The students below were noisy.

"Xiaobao Xiaobao, Zeng Zixuan from the liberal arts class smiled at me!"

Zhao Zhigang twisted Wang Xiaobao's thigh excitedly and said.

Wang Xiaobao looked in the direction of the liberal arts class.

There is Class 11 in the third year of high school, the only top class in the liberal arts class.

There is a short-haired girl who stands out from the crowd, her temperament and appearance are fascinating, even if she is also wearing a school uniform, the other girls around her are overshadowed in front of her.

She is Zeng Zixuan.

The number one goddess in the liberal arts class, the number one academic bully in the liberal arts class, and the second in the liberal arts beauty list.

"Xiaobao, does the milk tea I bought for you this morning smell good?" Zhao Zhigang stared at Zeng Zixuan who was more than ten meters away, but said to Wang Xiaobao.

Wang Xiaobao said: "It's too sweet, I don't like sweetened ones."

Zhao Zhigang twisted Wang Xiaobao's thigh and said, "Then have you drunk?"

"Drink!"

"Drink so much bullshit!"

Wang Xiaobao turned his head away, wanting to see what novel Tian Zhikai was reading next to him, but Tian Zhikai put away his phone instantly, not letting Wang Xiaobao read it.

Zhao Zhigang took the initiative to come up to him, and said with a chuckle, "He's watching Xiao Huangwen."

"It's boring, low-level fun, I'll show you something more interesting another day."

Wang Xiaobao nodded happily.

Zhao Zhigang said again:
"Xiaobao, I heard that you not only helped write the self-criticism, but also helped write the love letter, right?"

Wang Xiaobao's eyes lit up, "Yes, love letters are more expensive, ten yuan per copy."

"If it's a private order, don't stare at 30 yuan a piece. It's a bit expensive, but Xiaobao's production and quality assurance are by no means comparable to other people's love letters on the market. It is guaranteed to make the other party feel like a deer. For you."

Zhao Zhigang gritted his teeth, took out 30 yuan, and handed it to Wang Xiaobao.

Pointing at Zeng Zixuan from the liberal arts class, she said in a low voice:
"I want to chase her, you can help me. Well, I heard that Zeng Zixuan likes poetry very much. If you can write a love poem, I will give you an extra ten yuan, and I will take care of your milk tea for a week."

"No sugar."

"Okay, write it now. If you want modern poetry, I guess you can't write ancient poetry with your poor language."

As Zhao Zhigang spoke, he had already taken out the paper and pen.

The paper is blue bordered and patterned paper, which costs [-] cents a piece, and the pen is a red highlighter with a fragrance.

"It seems that you have premeditated!"

Wang Xiaobao smiled, and Zhao Zhigang urged him to write quickly, "By the way, Zeng Zixuan likes lilacs. When you write love poems, you'd better write lilacs in and praise her."

"Lilacs?!"

Wang Xiaobao bit the tip of his pen and pondered, his eyes lit up instantly.

After eating the brain of a literature professor, there is indeed a modern love poem about lilacs in my memory.

He immediately took up his pen and wrote:
"Rain Lane"

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Long and long hesitation

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time
A clove
girl with a grudge"

Wang Xiaobao began to write.

Zhao Zhigang saw that Wang Xiaobao hardly thought about it, so he started writing.

Thinking that Wang Xiaobao was scribbling perfunctorily, she poked her head in and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Damn it, Wang Xiaobao, you are so bad at Chinese, yet you are so good at writing love poems, hahaha, you are also talented when you ride a horse!"

Zhao Zhigang grinned.

I have known Wang Xiaobao for several years, and this is the first time I know that his love poems are so well written.

When Wang Xiaobao finished writing, he read it carefully, his eyes were full of joy and satisfaction, and then added a sentence at the end - Xiaogang who likes you.

perfect.

He folded this love letter into a thousand paper cranes, and asked his classmates to pass it on to Zeng Zixuan one by one.

next to.

Tian Zhikai glanced at Wang Xiaobao and Zhao Zhigang, and shook his head.

"Boring, do women have a taste for novels?"

"There is a sister-in-law in the novel."

He sighed in his heart, and continued to read "The Summer Story of My Sister-in-law" happily.
Class 11 of Liberal Arts Senior Three.

Zeng Zixuan sat on a stool, looking at a collection of modern poetry on her lap.

She is very quiet and doesn't like to talk.

The classmates around her were chattering, but she was as quiet as a fairy, slowly looking at the lines of poetry, savoring them carefully.

She has loved poetry since she was a child.

I dream of becoming a poet like my grandfather.

"Zixuan, ah! Look, that's Wang Xiaobao, he was peeking at you just now!"

Beside her, her best friend Wen Ruoxi suddenly exclaimed.

A group of girls around were all excited.

"Wang Xiaobao? No. 1 on the school grass list recently, a newly rising school grass."

"Yeah, I haven't noticed before, he's too low-key!"

"Yesterday he had a running race with Murong Jialan from the science class, and I just noticed that there are such handsome and temperamental boys in class 8 of the third grade!"

Everyone is talking and excited.

Zeng Zixuan continued to read the collection of poems without raising her head.

She doesn't care about school grass, male gods, and poetry is the only thing that can catch her attention.

But right now.

There was a commotion around.

Then, Wen Ruoxi, a classmate of her best friend, exclaimed again, and everyone looked at Zeng Zixuan.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Zeng Zixuan raised her head for the first time, her beautiful eyes were as pure as spring water, her voice was as light as a nightingale, but full of elegance, like a lady from a great family.

The wind blew, and her short hair fluttered in her ears.

Wen Ruoxi took out a paper crane and handed it to Zeng Zixuan.

"What is this? A love letter? You know I don't want these, so throw them away!" Zeng Zixuan smiled, lowered her head and continued to read the collection of poems.

Grandpa said that her future lover must be a talented poet.

Only such a person is qualified to be the son-in-law of the Zeng family and inherit the tens of billions of property of the Zeng family.

Wen Ruoxi shouted: "Zixuan, do you know who sent you this love letter? It's Wang Xiaobao!"

"I peeked at him just now and found out that he wrote it, and the boy next to him helped pass it on."

"Wang Xiaobao's love letter, don't you want it? School grass!"

Zeng Zixuan shook her head without speaking.

What does it have to do with her who is not a schoolboy?

Wen Ruoxi rolled her eyes and said slyly: "Then I'll take it apart for you!"

As he said that, it had already been disassembled, and several girls around surrounded him curiously, looked up, and read softly at the same time
"Rain Lane"

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Long and long hesitation

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time
A clove
girl with a grudge"

Several girls read it softly together, all of them were surprised.

Because of this love poem, they were amazed at the beginning.

And their voices also reached Zeng Zixuan's ears.

The beautiful words, the imaginative artistic conception, hit, Zeng Zixuan couldn't help but her heart trembled, and she continued to listen.
"she has
the color of lilac,

smells like cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

mourn in the rain,
sad and anxious

She wanders in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding a paper umbrella

like me,
Like me
Silently
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy."

boom!
Zeng Zixuan's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted.

In a trance, I seem to have become the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering in the rainy alley, mourning.

Can't help but.

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He snatched the love poem from Wen Ruoxi's hand, held it in both hands, and read it seriously
Seeing the last signature, he couldn't help being taken aback.

"I like your little Gang!."

Zeng Zixuan looked at Wen Ruoxi suspiciously.

"Who is Xiaogang?"

Wen Ruoxi rolled her eyes, and analyzed: "Xiao Gang. Maybe it's Wang Xiaobao's nickname, right, it must be. He probably wants to chase you and show his sincerity by calling himself so."

When Zeng Zixuan heard this, she suddenly blushed.

Looking at this fragrant love letter, her heart was also in a mess, like a deer hitting her.

Quietly raised his head and looked in the direction of Class 8, Senior Three.

at the same time.

After Zhao Zhigang handed over the love letter, he has been anxiously and nervously waiting and paying attention.

Seeing Zeng Zixuan suddenly raised his head and looked towards him, he blushed with excitement.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Wang Xiaobao's leg fiercely, saying: "Xiaobao, hahaha, you may have a sister-in-law soon."

"sister in law?!"

Tian Zhikai caught the sensitive word all of a sudden, raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he didn't know what he thought of.

Wang Xiaobao was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the liberal arts class.

Coincidentally, he and Zeng Zixuan's eyes met each other, and after being slightly taken aback, he showed a sunny smile.

On the opposite side, Zeng Zixuan blushed and lowered her head.

Beside him, Zhao Zhigang shouted excitedly: "Look, Zeng Zixuan smiled at me again, and lowered her head shyly, hahaha, Xiaobao, thank you so much!"

At this moment.

The speakers in front have been adjusted, and the school leaders are already in place.

The leader sits in the middle, with tea and water on the table, and all the substitute teachers in the third grade group on the two sides have only one chair, no table and no water.

Gao Zhiqiang, the director of the third grade group, touched his bald head, held the microphone and said "hey hey hey" a few times, and then announced loudly:

"Today, the city's joint entrance examination mobilization meeting is held. The first item of the meeting is student representatives speaking."

"Representative of excellent students, Murong Jialan, representative of inferior students, Wang Xiaobao, please come to the stage."

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