At the beginning, the school flower confession was rejected

Chapter 139 Plum Blossom
"I went first..."

Bai Xiaochan's ears had turned red at this moment, and then she said directly and walked into the library.

Wang Mu was not in a hurry to stop her, but quietly looked at the back of Bai Xiaochan whose clothes were fluttering at this moment.

"My grandfather said he forgot to tell us about the invitation letter, and he is looking for someone to solve it now."

Su Xiaoxiao also finished the phone call at this moment, ran to Wang Mu and said.

"Okay then, classmate, is there any other way we can get in here?"

Wang Mu smiled slightly, looked at the girl in front of him and asked.

"There is another way that you can participate in the assessment at the entrance next to it, and then get the admission qualification!"

The girl pointed to a door on the other side and said with a smile.

Wang Mu also looked in the direction the girl pointed.

Sure enough, I found a doorway, but compared to this place, it was much more crowded.

"Xiaoxiao, I want to go over and try!"

Wang Mu looked at Su Xiaoxiao and said.

"Then you go there, I'll wait for grandpa's call here."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't object and said directly.

Afterwards, Wang Mu also walked towards another entrance.

The setting of this entrance is very simple, but it has a few more links than the entrance just now.

For example, this entrance is guarded by an old man who is nearly 50 or [-] years old with gold-rimmed eyes.

There are five or six people who look like students around.

At this moment, there are twenty or thirty people in line with bonuses.

This entrance does not require an invitation letter, because most of the people who come here do not have an invitation letter.

This is a rule of the poetry meeting. Every year, Tianhai Chinese University will meet friends with poetry, hold a poetry meeting, and invite poets from all walks of life, emerging famous writers.

But entering the poetry meeting also requires a certain threshold, so every year, apart from the invitation letter, another door will be set up for those students who want to participate in the poetry meeting but do not have an invitation letter.

And Wang Mu was naturally ranked behind these 30 people at the moment. After standing for a while, Wang Mu probably understood the standard.

That is, the old man will talk about a topic, and then the contestant will write a poem. If the old man is satisfied, that contestant can enter the venue to participate in the poetry meeting.

If the old man is not satisfied, he will not have the opportunity to enter the venue.

Although this method is simple and crude, it is also the most effective and feasible method.

And according to Wang Mu's observation just now, the old man with gold-framed eyes is not an ordinary person. Through the elite identification glasses, Wang Mu finally figured out that this old man is a professor of Chinese language and literature, and he is also an elite of Tianhai Chinese University. one of the teachers.

This also solves the problem of different people's poetry appreciation level.

Soon, among the 30 people, only one person successfully entered the venue, and it was Wang Mu's turn to start answering questions.

"Student, your topic is to write a poem about plum blossoms!"

The old man glanced at Wang Mu, adjusted his glasses with his hands, and said with a smile.

"Plum blossom? What's written on this thing?"

"Yeah, I've never seen plum blossoms... I'm sure no one will be able to write it now."

"Forget it, forget it, don't join in the fun, it seems that I can't get in!"

"Hey! Let's go, let's go, we don't have to join in the fun..."

The few people who participated in the assessment beside Wang Mu were stunned when they heard that plum blossoms were the subject.

After all, they really seldom write with this sight, and some of them have never even seen plum blossoms.

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance. "

Seeing other students shaking their heads and leaving, Wang Mu took his time and recited the song "Plum Blossom" word by word.

This poem is also one of the works of the famous poet Wang Anshi. As the eight great masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, it is also a great poem that can be produced.

So Wang Mu recited this poem, but it couldn't be more appropriate.

However, when he finished reciting the song "Plum Blossom", the noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at Wang Mu with expressions of surprise and admiration.

Because they are students of Tianhai Chinese University, they naturally have more or less understanding and research on poetry, and they can naturally hear whether a poem is good or bad.

As for Wang Mu's poem just now, there is no need to think about it, it must be a good poem, but it is still impossible to comment on it one by one.

And the old man was even more surprised after listening to it. He stood up directly and fixed his eyes on Wang Mu.

"Student, what is your major? I sincerely invite you to come to our Chinese language and literature now!"

The old man stepped forward and grabbed Wang Mu's hand and said.

"That... teacher... I'm not from Tianhai Chinese University..."

Wang Mu was also a little flustered by this enthusiastic old man, but he still replied with a smile.

"Aren't you from Tianhai Chinese University?"

When the old man heard Wang Mu's words, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at Wang Mu.

This kind of person who casually said that they are masterpieces through the ages, he originally thought they were students of Tianhai Chinese University. After all, in his impression, only students of Tianhai Chinese University truly love poetry and literature.

Other schools, on the other hand, don't pay much attention to this aspect.

"No, I'm from Tianhai Academy of Art..."

Wang Mu also said with some embarrassment.

"Tianhai Art Academy?"

Hearing that Wang Mu said that he was from Tianhai Academy of Art, not only the old man just now, but even the students behind him looked at Wang Mu in disbelief.

"Are all the people who come out of an art academy so strong?"

"It's time to reflect on it, an art student is already this strong!"

"This is too monstrous, the poem comes straight from my mouth."

Those people were also very knowledgeable, and they left quietly.

Because in their eyes, among the people he is now, he seems like a guy who is just doing nothing.

"Excuse me, are you interested in joining our school?"

The old man still looked at Wang Mu with a serious face and asked.

"Join your school? Can you still do this?"

Wang Mu thought the old man was joking, but when he saw the other party's serious expression, he suddenly felt that the other party seemed to be serious.

It may not be too hasty to recruit myself just because of a poem I casually uttered.

"I can use my connections."

The old man continued to look at Wang Mu and said seriously.

"No way!"

Wang Mu couldn't help smiling, and said, after all, he just copied a poem just now, and he never expected the old professor's reaction to be so intense.

"Of course, I haven't met a talented person like you for more than ten years. Now that I have met, I have to hold back whatever I say."

The old man looked at Wang Mu and said.

(End of this chapter)