I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 25
Lin Qian was greatly shocked. He always felt that he had a broad mind, but compared to Zhang Zehan, he felt that he was a bit conservative.

It's a pity that Zhang Zehan is still too reserved. If he is willing to write more articles like this, he may really be able to pass this mid-term assessment.

After a while, everyone's laughter stopped, and then everyone saw Li Changce's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and Juzizhou returned to calm again.

"Lin Qian!"

After Li Changce glanced at these students, he looked at Lin Qian again. In fact, he was resisting in his heart, because Zhang Zehan and Lin Qian were in the class on weekdays, but they called Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Young together. At his age, he really could bear it. There will never be another blow like Zhang Zehan's.

"I didn't write articles, I didn't get acclaimed, and I didn't have talent."

Lin Qian had already made a decision just now to hide his pseudonym "Qianlin".

But just now, the laughter of these people reminded him of a meme from his previous life, and made his distant memories familiar again, giving him the idea of ​​passing the mid-term assessment.

Inexplicably, Li Changce breathed a sigh of relief.

This expected difference is often a kind of steady happiness.

"Didn't you already have the inspiration for the article half a month ago? Why haven't you written it yet? No way? No way?"

Finally, someone still couldn't resist the temptation to beat the dog in the water.

Li Changce rolled his eyes, and suddenly a few students who were about to speak out all backed away.

Chen Ruikang also looked away, thinking that he could see some miracle.

Also, what miracle can a crane tail create?
He still thinks too much.

"Shan Zhengde."

Li Changce read out the next name.

"But just now, I suddenly got inspiration and wanted to write a poem."

Lin Qian made a sound and interrupted Shan's speech.

Li Changce frowned, why did he go so early, and only now writing, even if the quality is not bad, it is difficult to get enough praise in a short time.

But he still decided to give Lin Qian another chance.

"Teacher, it's getting late, so don't waste everyone's time!"

Qin Long, who was helping to record the results, reminded.

Many students also agreed. This was just Lin Qian's way of sensationalizing, and it was not the first time.

"In a small world, there are a few flies hitting the wall, buzzing, screaming, and sobbing."

While Li Changce was hesitating, Lin Qian had already started chanting.

The students froze for a moment, and immediately savored these few words in their minds. They already had a faint feeling of being insulted, but they couldn't get the point.

Li Changce was stunned in place.

In the 156th year of Dagan, there was a saying that the sky is like a chicken, the celestial body is round like a bullet, and the earth is like a yellow in a chicken. He compared the world of Dagan to a bullet, and believed that in a wider space, there are more objects like Dagan. The same world, they are all dotted in the vast space like projectiles.

So Lin Qian's first four characters, "Little Huanqiu", should refer to the world of Dagan, but he is looking down at Dagan from a broader perspective!

What kind of majestic spirit is this, and what kind of broad mind embraces the sun, moon and stars?

Is this still the Lin Qian I know?
As for the last two sentences, "A few flies hit the wall, buzzed, shrieked, and sobbed", the big dry is still small, so the few flies that hit the wall are even smaller and insignificant. Combined with the situation just now, this is obvious. He was talking about those classmates who laughed at him.

They regard the ugly people they gather together as fishy and smelly flies, and their contempt, contempt, disgust, and ridicule are beyond words.Reduce the number of "flies" to "several" to show their bluff and extremely isolated situation.The word "hitting a wall" not only refers to its stupid move against the trend of history, but also implies its inevitable fate.

The author seems to be standing in the sky, looking down at the mortal world, with a calm, proud, and calm attitude, let's take a cold look, and see how the "fly" moves, how it performs, and how it becomes a climate. The three sentences of "buzzing" come from "hitting the wall". They use sound to express spirit, and enrich visual image with auditory image, vividly depicting those "flies" who are clamoring and hoarse, but they have repeatedly hit the wall, broken their limbs and broken their wings. At the end of the road, Xiang Yu was crying helplessly.

Just the first few sentences shocked Li Changce, and he was even sure that even if the following words were filled in randomly, this poem must be good.

What's more, if you can write the first few sentences, how can the following words be worse?

"Ants flock to the locust tree to exaggerate the country, but it's not easy to shake the tree. The westerly wind leaves Chang'an, and the fly is singing dysprosium."

Lin Qian continued to chant.

Chen Ruikang's expression also changed. Although he was not as knowledgeable as Li Changce and didn't understand what Huanqiu was, his literary appreciation level was not bad. After all, he was an author whose poems could be included in an anthology.

What's more, it can also be seen from the change of Li Changce's attitude.

"How? How?"

If he still felt a little puzzled about the first few sentences, then when the last few sentences came out, he immediately felt a chilling air, and felt like a grasshopper after autumn, who had encountered the frost of winter, and his heart was full of pain. I felt tense for a while, as if my time was running out.

The two sentences of "ants" still use exaggeration and metaphor, allusions, and extensions to outline the despicable, regrettable, disgusting, and ridiculous ugliness of these stalkers. The sentence "蚍炸" uses the semi-sage Han Yu's poems to give new ideas, and laughs at the various slanders, slanders, slanders, and blackmails of these shallow students. scheming.

Although flies, ants, and mayflies were rampant for a while, the autumn wind has risen, and dead leaves are flying.The insects are exhausted, and the end is approaching. "Chang'an under the falling leaves of the west wind", and used ancient poems to exaggerate the situation of these students.At this time, our arrows to denounce them were roaring.

The three characters "Fei Ming Dy" are simple and strong, with a rich voice and appearance. It is a metaphor for his counterattack, which is as fast as an arrow, flying in the air, and unstoppable.

Sharp and domineering!
Chen Ruikang's aura was completely suppressed, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Lin Qian, as if there was a dazzling light on Lin Qian, and if he looked directly, he would be hurt.

As for the other students, it was even more unbearable. They couldn't even bear the two wars, as if thousands of arrows were shooting at them.

"Impossible, impossible!"

While everyone was terrified, their hearts were full of disbelief. How could such a word be written by Lin Qian?
"He must have copied it, right?"

"But why never heard of it before?"

(End of this chapter)