Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 218 Ancient Poetry Appreciation Trial Class
Next, the two little old men began to tear it apart, you took a sip and I took a sip, and a three-jin bottle of Nurhong was drunk by the two of them in more than half an hour.

Wang Changzhi was so drunk that he didn't care about getting on the kang, so he just went on the spot, turned it over a few times, and turned into a clay figurine, snoring loudly.

The fifth sword has a lot of alcohol. After drinking, he wanted to open another bottle. After thinking about it, he scratched his scalp and put the wine back.

"Drink next time..."

Wuwu said this in a thick voice, pushed the remaining two jars of wine to the corner, and covered them with a few books, then ignored Baifeng, and went to the dining table to eat the half bucket of instant noodles by himself.

Bai Feng looked at Wang Changzhi who had become a mud monkey, and stretched out his hand, but he didn't know what to do...

It was difficult to even sit in this house. She really didn't know where to put Wang Changzhi. In the end, she had no choice but to find a bundle of toilet paper from the sofa and put it under Wang Changzhi's head. There is a layer of books under the body.

After sitting on the sidelines and waiting for three or four hours, Wang Changzhi was called up, and Wu Jian helped him bid farewell and went downstairs.

Wang Changzhi was too drunk, and she had to try a class tomorrow, so she would definitely not be able to go back to Xianyang City. After thinking about it, she simply opened a room for him next to the school and settled him down. Bai Fengcai was in the next room stay.

The next day, Wang Changzhi got up quite early, and the two had breakfast. Wang Changzhi led Bai Feng to Wu Jian's house, shouting while rushing.

"It's impossible not to find this grandson. This grandson is demented. He has better forgetfulness than memory. He must have forgotten about your trial class..."

After the two went upstairs, as expected, Wu Jian scratched his head and became dazed again, and it took him a long time to remember.

In the end, helpless, the scheduled trial class was postponed until 11:[-] noon...

In her previous life, Bai Feng didn't even know which way the door of Peking University opened, but now she can stand on the podium of Peking University, she was a little nervous.

This feeling is completely different from standing on the stage. Standing on the stage, she can regard the heads of the audience below as watermelons, as if she is standing in a watermelon field.

But now, there are more than 50 professors from the Chinese Department of Peking University sitting at the bottom. They pick out one at random, and that is the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese literary world. Any one is a monster with a lot of knowledge...

At this moment, Bai Feng looked at the professors below, and the professors below were also examining her.

Regarding the fifth sword, although these professors have some complaints, but they are bookworms, they can't learn from him, and naturally they can't say that they can't talk to him, but they have too much opinion on Bai Feng.

As soon as he sat down at this moment, someone hummed.

"Just kidding, let us have a group of professors come to listen to a little girl's lecture? Which class is this student from?"

"That's right, it's already 11 o'clock, so don't delay your meal time when you are attending classes..."

"What kind of appreciation of ancient poetry does a little girl know? Lao Song and the others have spent their entire lives studying the subject of Red Mansions, and they haven't come up with anything famous. Is it possible that this little girl is better than Lao Song?"

"This can't be a student of Fifth Sword?"

"Fart, this bookworm has been alone all his life, how can he accept any students?"

"You're wondering, what kind of play is Professor Fifth playing today..."

……

At this moment Fifth Sword was a little unhappy, coughed, stood up and glared at everyone.

"What are you arguing about? There is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher! You don't understand this truth? Besides, today is just a trial class. If you are not satisfied after listening to it, just mention it directly. Don't whisper!"

This group of people seemed to be quite afraid of him, and after being scolded, they immediately behaved a lot, and then he nodded to Baifeng again.

"Okay, you can talk, but you only have 40 minutes."

"Yes, Teacher Fifth."

Bai Feng smiled, and then began to talk about the topic that was thought up last night, and it is also the topic that can most mobilize the emotions of literati - nostalgia!
"Teachers, professors! Today I'm not going to analyze a poem or a word, but I'm going to analyze a theme, a theme called nostalgia. Let me use verses to take you into different nostalgia!"

Bai Feng smiled and was about to start talking when a professor below laughed.

"Hehe, classmate, I still think you can find an ancient poem for us to appreciate, and just do a theme appreciation and analysis, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it..."

As soon as he spoke, the others immediately echoed.

"That's right, how many ancient poems can you learn at such a young age? I think you'd better just talk about one honestly, so as to save you from being stumped by us and not being able to come to the stage. It's not good to lose face for Professor Fifth, right?" ..."

"I agree, let's keep it simple, don't make it difficult for yourself..."

"In front of us, you don't have to pretend to be a rich scholar, you will be discovered by us..."

……

Wu Jian wanted to get angry, but Bai Feng smiled and spoke softly.

"Hehe, the professors are right to remind you, but I hope you will raise your hands when you speak next time, otherwise the classroom discipline posted on the wall doesn't look very good..."

Bai Feng smiled and pointed to the green class discipline rules posted on the wall next to her. The most eye-catching one was 'Quiet class, raise your hands when you speak'!
All the professors were embarrassed, and wanted to refute a few sentences, but they couldn't find a suitable excuse. After all, this is a trial class, which means that Bai Feng is the teacher and they are students.

Bai Feng smiled, adjusted his mood and began to recite lightly.

"When I was young, nostalgia was a postage stamp. I was on this side and my mother was on the other side. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket. I was on this side and the bride was on the other side. Later, nostalgia was a short A short tomb, I am outside, and my mother is inside... Modern people like to use this kind of simple and easy-to-understand poems to describe nostalgia, but in ancient times, literati and poets like to use different things to express their nostalgia, such as... Uh, okay, Zhang professor……"

Bai Feng was speechless, just as he started, he saw an old man with a white beard raised his hand, he had no choice but to let the other party speak.

Professor Zhang looked forbidding, got up and asked.

"Who wrote the modern poem you read just now? Why haven't I heard of it!"

"Hehe, Professor Zhang, I just made this."

"What? You? You just made it? It's impossible. This modern poem is full of twists and turns, with a unified rhythm. It sings and sighs three times. It is an absolutely classic modern poem of nostalgia. It can't be you who made it! You must have plagiarized it! "

Bai Feng shrugged helplessly.

"Well, Professor Zhang, I can't convince you. If you like to discuss this topic... then can we talk later? After all, I only have 10 minutes, uh... now there are 33 minutes left..."

(End of this chapter)