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Chapter 94: A hidden master also appears in the literary club?

Zhao Shu swallowed and could hardly believe his eyes for a moment.

He rubbed his brows and wanted to read it again, but found that Wang Mo had already put away the note.

Not important anymore.

Because there are only two lines of text on the note, as long as you are not too stupid, you can basically memorize it at a glance.

"Really..."

Zhao Shu shook his head and sighed secretly.

It turns out that what He Zhixing said just now is true, and Wang Mo does understand literature.

No... It's not that he understands, but that his talent is not inferior to the piano at all.

He turned his head and wanted to say a few words to He Zhixing, but found that there was something wrong with He Zhixing's expression, as if he was stupid.

"Old He? Old He?"

After shouting several times, He Zhixing came back to his senses.

Zhao Shu smiled bitterly: "Lao He, I wrongly blamed you just now. I didn't expect that Xiao Wang also has such a talent in literature."

"Ah."

He Zhixing nodded absently.

At this moment, his heart had already become unstable.

He asked Wang Mo to participate in the literature exchange meeting. He originally wanted Wang Mo to show a little bit of literary talent to stop Zhao Shu's mouth, and at the same time not reveal Wang Mo's identity.

But who would have thought that this guy Wang Mo shot such a poem.

"evildoer."

He Zhixing made such an evaluation to Wang Mo.

What is it if it is not a monster?
He originally thought that "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" written by Wang Mo last time was the highest level expression of the child's years of accumulation. To rewrite a poem of the same level, unless there was a sudden burst of inspiration, at least It will have to be two or three years later.

After all, a poet may only have one or two works that can be produced in his life.

Ke He's trip was never expected.

Right here, at this student-level literary exchange meeting, Wang Mo casually wrote the second poem!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

……

Twenty minutes later, someone came to take away Wang Mo's paper and stuffed it into a box.

People around looked a little weird when they saw that Wang Mo actually participated in writing poems.

"Isn't he a piano player? Why does he also write poetry?"

"Who was so blind and sent the paper to him."

"Fortunately, this piano prince has a good temper, otherwise he would have turned his face."

"The most important thing is to participate."

"That's right, I saw that he was brought by Professor He. People who can walk with Professor He have some skills."

"..."

After a while, the poems written by everyone were collected together.

The host student casually pulled out a poem from the box: "Now, let's see what kind of text surprise you can give us today. Well...the name of this poem is: Tomorrow."

She read in a cadenced voice:
""tomorrow""

"They have money"

'They have rights'

"And we"

"Own tomorrow"

This modern poem is easy to understand but has profound meaning. It won a round of applause and 20 votes.

The second piece is also a modern poem.

Title: "The Fallen World".

The host read:
"The Fallen World"

"This is a world that is about to sink"

"It's full of money and lust"

"Under the bright appearance is a stench that makes people vomit."

"This World"

"Unless we cleanse with blood"

"otherwise"

"Destined to perish"

After reading such a modern poem, Wang Mo secretly gave him a thumbs up. He is too bold to write such a dark and depraved poem.

However, after looking around, I found that no one was surprised.

Even He Zhixing's eyes were impassive.

Ok.

It's he who thinks too much.

Perhaps in the eyes of literati, this kind of thinking is nothing at all.

It's normal to think about it. In my previous life, I have seen shallow poems in "poo style".

Even if that kind of poetry can be published, what else can’t be written?
Compared with "shit pee body", this poem full of decadence and depravity is nothing worth mentioning.

In the end, the poem received 18 votes.

Next.

The host still took out poems from the box to read according to the established order.

It has to be said that the students participating in the literary exchange meeting this time are not weak in literature, and they can even be called Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

By the time more than 20 poems were read, three poems had received more than 25 votes.

One person even got 30 votes.

In an exchange meeting with only 35 students, being able to get 30 votes is indeed outstanding.

Moreover, even He Zhixing showed approval for the "Mud" written by this classmate, obviously thinking that the poem was well written.

Many students started whispering.

"This poem is so well written."

“The artistic conception is profound.”

"Today's No. 1 is him, right?"

"Who wrote it?"

"Looking at the style, it should be Senior Xiao's work."

"Unlike, Senior Xiao's poems are full of agility, but this poem is mainly heavy. I think it was written by Senior Wu."

"Looking at the smile on Professor He's face, you should know how high the level of this poem is."

Someone even ran up to He Zhixing excitedly: "Professor He, do you think this poem can win today's top prize?"

"Ha ha."

He Zhixing smiled and did not answer.

until……

After a few minutes.

The host on the stage grabbed a piece of paper again and said with a smile: "This is the 28th poem we have read today. Will this classmate give us another surprise?"

The host classmate opened the paper, just glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Seeing the strangeness of the host, the students at the scene spoke one after another.

"Xuanxuan, what's wrong?"

"Quickly read it."

"Is the writing so bad that you're embarrassed to read it? Don't worry, it's not even registered."

The host Xuanxuan took a deep breath: "No, it's this poem... a bit special."

"How special can it be?"

"Alternative poetry?"

The students laughed.

The host Xuanxuan did not look at the expressions of the students. She took a deep breath and then said seriously: "This poem is called "A Generation"."

""a generation""

"The night gave me black eyes"

"I use it to find light"

Two sentences.

End.

Even when many students were still smiling and talking, the host had already finished his recitation.

Someone's smile froze on their face.

Some people's expressions became blank.

Some people were stunned for a moment.

Some people swallowed, their faces full of shock.

But the only thing in common is that although the recitation of the host Xuanxuan is over, many people still seem to be able to clearly hear her voice reciting the poem just now.

Those two short poems were like a bolt of lightning that struck deep into the souls of many people.

Let everyone's soul tremble.

Even after a long time, everyone still feels that the brain is buzzing.

"This poem..."

"my God."

"how come?"

It is difficult to tell whether some poems are good or bad, and even without human interpretation, most people will have difficulty understanding their meaning.

Some poems look good to many people at first glance, but they don't have any deep meaning.

However, the song "A Generation" they heard, apart from being easy to understand, has more flavor and more charm, and the more they read it, the more it shocks their souls.

This kind of poetry, these students have no words to describe its depth and value.

"Who wrote it?"

"I can't write in my life."

Someone looked at He Zhixing: "Mr. He, have you taken action?"

In the eyes of the students, no one else could write such a poem except He Zhizhi, a literary figure.

however.

He Zhixing just shook his head with emotion: "It's not me, or... I can hardly write such a poem."

In a word.

It even made waves in the hearts of the students.

Is it difficult for Professor He to write?

that……

Who the hell wrote it?

"not me."

"not me."

"It's not me either."

"..."

Logically speaking, if a certain classmate wrote such a poem, I am afraid that he would stand up and admit it immediately, and gain the admiration of others.

But now no one has come forward, instead everyone is denying it.

of course.

From beginning to end, no one doubted Wang Mo.

No one even looked at him.

Wang Mo smiled, and said to He Zhixing, "Mr. He, shall we go?"

He Zhixing nodded: "Okay."

A classmate was stunned: "Professor He, we still don't know who wrote this poem?"

He Zhixing shook his head and said solemnly: "It doesn't matter anymore. Since this student doesn't want people to know his identity, then he has his reasons. Why should we dig up his identity? As long as we know the poem he wrote "One Generation" is enough. A good "One Generation" is inspiring, inspiring..."

Done.

He then left the lecture theater together with Zhao Shu and Wang Mo.

Behind him, a group of students were in agitated moods and had complicated expressions.

……

At this moment, in the WeChat groups and circles of friends of several top universities in Beijing, the news about the appearance of the "Prince of Piano" in Qingbei is still spreading rapidly.

But no one expected that everyone has not recovered from the news.

Another breaking news came out:

[A hidden god also appeared in the literature club]

When the news first appeared, many people dismissed it.

"Oh! Who will believe it?"

"A piano prince just appeared, and now a great literary god is coming?"

"It is estimated that the students from the literature exchange meeting were not willing to be suppressed in their popularity, so they hyped up the fake news."

"It's so fake. When did the literary club degenerate? They actually engage in such a stunt."

When many people are talking about it.

Sudden……

Someone posted "One Generation" to a certain WeChat group.

A few minutes later, the WeChat group completely exploded.

Half an hour later, the wechat groups of classmates from several top universities fell completely.

Countless students looked at the simple two lines of the poem and were so shocked that they couldn't add anything to it.

It's actually true.

It turns out that a great god really appeared in the literary club.

With just one poem and only a dozen words in a poem, he conquered countless students.

but.

Who is he?
　The third watch is over, good night everyone~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)