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Chapter 93 Xiao Wang, do you know literature? (Second update, please subscribe)
He Zhixing and Zhao Shu, the two big brothers of Qingbei and Yangyin, were originally very harmonious.

But at this moment, a contradiction appeared faintly.

Zhao Shu looked at He Zhixing with anger in his eyes: "Old He, you are just talking nonsense. How come Wang Mo understands literature?"

He Zhixing: "You don't believe me?"

Zhao Shu: "Do you think I believe it?"

He Zhixing: "I think you believe me."

Zhao Shu: "Sorry, you think it's wrong."

At this moment, Zhao Shu was not pleasing to the eyes of He Zhixing.

Wang Mo is such a good seed, if you don't let him go to Yangyin for further studies and continue to develop his potential, this is a waste of his talent and talent.

Because Zhao Shu feels that if he is well trained, Wang Mo has a high probability of becoming an international pianist.It is not impossible to even write a good piano piece that can be recognized internationally and become China's first pianist at the international level when inspiration breaks out one day in the future.

What an honor this is!

Zhao Shu got excited thinking about it.

But in order to prevent Wang Mo from going to Yangyin, He Zhixing said that Wang Mo knew literature. Isn't this nonsense?

He Zhixing snorted coldly and wanted to say something.

But in the end, he held back. The old man Zhao Shu already knew too much, so he couldn't reveal the secret any more.

Wang Mo knows about literature, so far only he, Tang Xuanyuan and a few people know about it.

The more people know, the worse it is.

However, Zhao Shu kept nagging in his ear, and He Zhixing had no choice but to say: "It's not that I won't tell you, there is a secret involved. Let me ask you, can you keep the secret?"

Zhao Shu raised his head: "Of course!"

He Zhixing smiled mysteriously: "I can do it too."

Zhao Shu: "..."

He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to beat He Zhixing into a pig's head, and then looked at Wang Mo: "Xiao Wang, let me ask you, do you understand literature?"

Wang Mo smiled foolishly: "I understand a little."

Zhao Shu laughed loudly: "Old He, did you hear that? Xiao Wang said that he only understands a little bit. You don't even know what a little understanding means?"

He Zhixing sneered: "Xiao Wang, let me ask you, do you know how to play the piano?"

Wang Mo smiled shyly: "I understand."

Zhao Shu: "..."

He felt a prehistoric power surging in his body, wanting to crush the old and the young in front of him.

Who are these people?

He Zhixing patted Zhao Shu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, I just said that Xiao Wang has a little secret in him, and it won't do you any good if you know too much. But I really didn't lie, Xiao Wang does have an extraordinary talent in literature. How about this, don’t go to any music activities later, and go to the literature exchange meeting with me. I will let Xiao Wang show his skills a little, what do you think?"

Zhao Shu blinked and nodded in approval.

In this literary exchange held by students from Qingbei, every participant is a literary leader from several top universities.If Wang Mo can overwhelm everyone at such exchange meetings, he can indeed be regarded as having profound attainments in literature.

On the contrary, Wang Mo was stunned when he heard it: "Mr. He, this is not acceptable..."

Brother!

My literary talent is limited to the "100 Modern Poems" given by the system, okay?

Who knows what topics those students will discuss at the next literature exchange meeting?
European and American literature?

Classics?

modernism?

Postmodernism?
Romantic style?

If you want to come forward rashly, the probability of being embarrassed is as high as 99%.

He Zhixing thought that Wang Mo didn't bother to make a move, and said with a smile, "Just play with the children."

Wang Mo wanted to cry and was speechless, he was just a child himself.

He Zhixing continued: "Originally, I just wanted you to feel the atmosphere of Qingbei today, but in order to convince Lao Zhao, you should reveal something a little bit. If you are worried about your identity, you can remain anonymous later. Anyway, this kind of Literary exchange meetings often involve anonymous exchanges, and there is no need to worry about looking down on each other because of the gap in literary level."

"OK then."

Wang Mo could only nod his head.

At the same time, I thought to myself: I still have a silver treasure chest and a bronze treasure chest, which are useless.

If you really encounter an uncontrollable situation later, you can open a treasure chest at worst.

Thinking of this, he gained confidence in his heart.

……

In today's Qingbei event, a piano master appeared.

In today's information age, news of Wang Mo playing the piano spread quickly.

It's just that there are almost no clear videos streaming out, only a few videos where no one can be seen and only the piano performance can be heard.

Because when Wang Mo was playing the piano, not many people entered the classroom.

Later, when everyone entered the classroom, they were firstly shocked by Wang Mo's performance and forgot to take pictures;

But just these few audio-only videos still shocked countless students who know music.

"It plays really well."

"This level is too awesome."

"I heard that the person who plays the piano is a handsome guy, and he is still very young. This simply fulfills all my fantasies about the piano prince."

"Is there really a piano prince in this world?"

"Urgently ask for all the information of the piano prince, thank you very much!"

"..."

At this moment, in the lecture hall of the literature exchange meeting.

Many students who participated were somewhat depressed.

It was obviously a literary exchange meeting, but who would have thought that it would be robbed of all the enthusiasm by a strange piano prince?

Even now, there are still many people on campus who come here to see the true face of the "Piano Prince".

It overshadowed the originally lively "literary exchange meeting".never mind.

The meeting still has to go on.

However, more than ten minutes after the activity started, the classroom suddenly became noisy, and everyone looked at the door in unison.

Outside.

He Zhixing, Zhao Shu, and Wang Mo returned.

But this time, almost every gaze was focused on Wang Mo.

"It's him."

"He is back!"

"The Piano Prince."

"Oh my god, it's really handsome."

He Zhixing coughed lightly, and the noisy classroom became silent again.

At this time, He Zhixing smiled and said: "You continue with the activities, and we are here to listen. Especially in front of Professor Zhao, everyone must not lose face in studying literature."

Hearing these words, the students had to be serious.

Even Wang Mo sat upright and listened carefully...

After listening for a while, Wang Mo nodded secretly. It is indeed an event of a top university. Every student's speech revealed confidence, high spirits, rich and colorful content, and thought-provoking.

The theme of this exchange meeting is: Our Generation.

Things get complicated when literature involves a certain generation.

Some people say: Our generation is enjoying happiness, so many people choose to lie flat.

Some people say: Our generation is in a period of great change, and it is a good opportunity to fight hard.

Some people say: The thinking of our generation is degenerating and degenerating, and the situation is serious.

Some people say: our generation has the courage to say no to tradition, it is a vigorous generation.

Say anything.

Each has its own reason.

Since it was a literary exchange meeting, the host finally said: "The beauty of literature is that we can use words to record our thoughts, let ourselves read them, let others observe them, and let future generations experience them. Our generation, What kind of responsibility and burden does it carry? Is it hope? Is it despair? Is it degradation or prosperity? Is it progress or regression? No matter what content or emotion you want to express, everyone can show it in words.

Today, the way we show it is: poetry.

Students who participated in the exchange meeting can use a short poem to record their feelings.

Ancient poetry, yes.

Modern poetry, too.

Of course, according to the usual practice, we still use the anonymous method. After writing our own verses on the notes, we put all the notes in a box.Then I will read everyone's work.

In the end, the top three with the highest number of votes are selected, and these three can go on stage to announce their identities. "

No first text.

Wu Wu is second.

This kind of anonymous communication, and finally the method of selecting the top three anonymously, has always been very popular.

If what you wrote this time does not play well, no one will laugh at you.In this way, people will have no psychological burden.

But if what you write this time gets high votes, you can enjoy the applause and admiration of everyone.

After hearing the rules, Wang Mo nodded secretly.

Of course, especially when he heard that the way of communication this time was "poetry", his heart jumped even more.

It seems.

There is no need to open treasure chests.

Soon, a female classmate gave everyone a piece of paper and a pen—except He Zhixing and Zhao Shu.

Send out the note.

The host said loudly: "Everyone can start to create freely, and the time is limited to 10 minutes."

in the amphitheater.

There were more than 30 students participating in the literary exchange meeting. At this moment, everyone lowered their heads, holding pens and thinking deeply.

In order not to put pressure on Wang Mo, He Zhixing and Zhao Shu deliberately sat several seats away.

But at this moment, Wang Mo fell into trouble.

He rubbed Wu Xin, his eyes filled with confusion.

student.

Our generation.

Emotions, future, ideals.

Combining these keywords together, a poem flashed in his mind almost instantly.

But he was hesitating: "Do you really want to come up with this poem?"

Without him, the influence of this poem is too great. Wang Mo felt that taking it out at a literary exchange meeting was a bit like using an anti-aircraft cannon to swat mosquitoes.

But apart from this poem, I can't think of any poem better than it.

"I don't want to, just this one!"

Stuck for a few minutes.

Wang Mo no longer hesitated, spread out the paper, and wrote a few words on it.

Get it!

Not far away, although He Zhizhang and Zhao Shu sat some distance away, their attention was always on Wang Mo.

Especially Zhao Shu, after seeing Wang Mo writing, he finally couldn't help his curiosity, stretched his neck to look, and at the same time muttered in his heart: "I still don't believe it, does Xiao Wang really understand literature?"

While muttering, his eyes just caught the words written by Wang Mo.

At that moment, Zhao Shu's eyes turned into copper bells.

(End of this chapter)