I’m Really a Superstar

Chapter 706: [Hidden mysterious poems! 】

The game is over.

Everyone also talked with a joke.

Mudge said to the team leader: "This time it is divided into male and female camps. Because the female teacher group is not very able to drink alcohol, Zhang Yan has also been pulled over. The last question is also Liao and Zhang Wei."

The leader of the team said: "What?"

Ma Qidao: "Poetry, with the title of "couple"."

The team leader looked at Liao Qi and smiled: "Old Liao wrote poetry again?"

Liao Qi smiled and said: "Yeah, play on the spot, you can't get on the countertop, but the leader of the team is a connoisseur. You give me a detailed look and correct me."

The leader of the team waved: "I will just take a look, I can't talk about it, I really want to talk about writing poetry, you are much higher than me."

Liao Qi haha ​​smiled. "The team leader is modest."

Su Na also came at this time. "I still think that Teacher Zhang’s poem is good. It’s just that the team leader is coming. Let the team leader give evaluation and evaluation, you are the authority."

A Peking University female teacher also said: "Yes, you give it a look."

As the leader and first person in charge of the language proposition group, Yu Fan’s qualifications are naturally unnecessary. He is one of the best in all language groups, and he has achieved great success in both education and academia. In terms of literature, everyone is sure to be convinced by the team leader. Since so many people can't tell who wins and loses, and each one insists, then simply listen to the opinions of experts.

The team leader promised, "Yes."

In a blink of an eye, he has already reached the front of two poems.

Everyone else is also not far behind.

"It’s a couple, love and no doubt..." After the group leader read a sentence, he couldn’t help but point his head. “Good poetry.” Turning his head and looking at another piece of work, “Looking at the mountains and seeing the water After seeing it, the team leader suddenly said nothing, staring at the work for a long time, and did not comment on a good poem after reading the poems of Liao Qi, but instead Fall into meditation.

Everyone is not clear why.

"what happened?"

"I do not know."

"What is wrong with Zhang Wei's poem?"

"How can the team leader not speak?"

Li Rui of the language group blinked and said to the team leader: "Zhang Yu’s poem, the point is not clear enough, not complete enough, only the husband’s state of mind, not describing his wife, compared to Liao’s poetry perfection Tailored, although this game has just been set for a draw, I think Liao teacher won the game."

Ma Qidao: "It is better to say than calligraphy. Zhang Huan's calligraphy skills have already entered the room. It is not for amateurs. But when I say this poem, I think that Liao is winning."

The team leader still didn't say anything.

one second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Suddenly, when the group leader’s eyes lit up, he turned back and asked: “Is this written by Teacher Zhang Wei?”

Li Ruihu suspected: "Yes."

The group leader took a breath of cold air, turned back, and stared at the poem for a long time, the more he saw the more shocked, the more he looked more and more smiled.

Everyone is in the fog, do not understand what the team leader is doing.

Director Pan spoke up. "Old, you sleepwalking, in the end, the poem is higher, you rush to scream." Pan may not understand poetry and songs, he has dealt with numbers for a lifetime, see Do not understand these.

Hearing the words, the leader smiled and shook his head. "Who is higher?"

"Yes."

"In the team leader, you don't sell off."

"Who is better in the end?"

"I see it is a tie?"

Everyone is also anxious to know.

After the group leader listened to everyone, he laughed too. "I want to say who is better or who is better. I really can’t say that because these two poems are not high-level, they are not high. The first poem... It’s not a realm, it’s a tie? A draw? Who’s you?” He looked funny.

Li Rui screamed, "Not a realm?"

Mudge said, "Don't you? Who won in the end?"

The group leader didn't want to say: "Who still asked who won? It is obvious that Zhang Wei's poem has won, and there is no suspense in winning! The difference between the two poems is not a little bit!"

Liao Qi heard this, his face was not very good at the moment, "Oh?"

Not far away, Zhang Hao also heard it, and looked at it here.

Su Na is also very surprised. "I really think that Teacher Zhang's "Mr. Revisiting Wife" is a little better, but it is just a little more? Isn't there so much?"

President Pan asked: "Is there a gap so big?"

A female teacher said: "No?"

A Tsinghua male teacher said: "These two are not the same, how do you see it?"

Many people once again stared at Zhang Wei’s "Mr. Revisiting Wife" because of the leader of the team. I want to look carefully, but I don’t understand how to look at it, and Li Rui said that it’s really a matter of chewing. Zhang Wei’s "Mr. Revisiting Wife" does not have the poems of Liao Qi. How is his poetry so respected by the team leader? This is obviously awkward?

The team leader looked at Li Rui and said: "You just said, Teacher Zhang Wei is not enough? Is it incomplete?"

Li Ruidao: "Yeah, I really don't understand why you admire this "Mr. Revisiting Wife". If you have a wife and a wife in addition to your husband, if you have a wife, you can be compared to Liao. The teacher’s work, after all, is not free to play, but has a limited range of topics."

The group leader gave a sigh, "Wife, my husband?"

Ma Qidao: "Yes."

The leader smiled and said: "If I said, what is in this poem?"

Everyone is jealous.

"what?"

"have what?"

"Wife, my husband?"

"Where there is!"

"Yeah, why didn't I see it!"

"Khan, what did the team leader say? This is not the "recalling wife", from the beginning to the end are the husband's thoughts on his wife, where is the description of his wife?"

Everyone is a little confused, I really don't understand.

The group leader didn’t cough too, and took a glance at the poem, raising his finger and pointing it up. “This poem is not as simple as you can see on the surface, and it’s absolutely impossible for Xiao Zhang to write casually. Come out, the mystery inside, you? Read the poem backwards and you will know!"

Su Na stunned, "What?"

Liao Qi: "Reading backwards?"

Li Rui yelled: "What is reading backwards? How do you read it backwards?"

The leader smiled and said: "Do not believe? Then you can read it again and again."

Everyone looked at the past with a try-and-see attitude, looking at the last two words of Zhang Wei’s poem, the lonely night and the long-term silence, and the husband recalled his wife and father.

Reading backwards?

Someone did not believe in it:

"Children...remember...the father...hey...wife...remember...the husband..." However, just reading one sentence, just reading here, everyone suddenly stunned!

"This this……"

"Oh my god!"

Wife Yifu!

Really **** wife and wife!

I am going! what's the situation? What's happening here?

Su Na was shocked, and she continued to read it, and it was louder than one:

"Lonely long night light is alone."

"The late return of the geese has no news."

"Don't leave the road for a long time."

"Poetry and hardships are difficult."

"The wine glass is a hollow pot."

"I have seen a lot of intimacy."

"The water is separated from the mountains... look at the eyes!"

When the whole poem began to read the first word from the last word, all the teachers present at the scene including Tsinghua’s Peking University’s National People’s Congress were shocked!

Right? Extremely neat!

rhyme? The silk is not bad!

And this poem is reading and the mood is not the same as reading it!

The whole is a poem, changed into an artistic conception!

Reading is a husband to remember his wife! Reverse reading is my wife Yifu! This is simply incredible!

Su Na cried: "I rely!"

A Peking University female teacher: "I rely!"

A female teacher at the Polytechnic: "I rely!"

Liao Qi: "..."

Li Rui sighed with a sigh of relief!

March is stupid!

Director Pan is stupid!

Other teachers are also stupid!

In the crowd, suddenly a young female teacher shouted, "Returning poems! This is a verse!!"

At this moment, everyone has no idea what words to use to express their feelings. Probably only one "I Grass" is the most direct expression!

This is too bully - forced?

This is incredible, right?

The deceased only Su Na and several Peking University female teachers still complained about why Zhang Wei did not care, why not just write a poem without being serious, who wants people is not at all! Zhang Wei is not written by anyone at all! Can you write a poem that can be read backwards? You can take a look at me! This is clearly a poem written by Zhang Wei! And it is on the spot! Even the drafts were written without lifting the pen!

Flat?

tie?

Now think about the conclusions that everyone has set before, it is simply making people laugh at the big teeth, what is the draw, the team leader said right, these two poems are not a level! Even if Liao Qi’s poems are carried up four or five times, it is far less than the poem of Zhang Wei! Too much difference! This is the gap between the author level and level. It is a disparity gap that cannot be compensated by any words or techniques!

Liao Qi does not say anything.

A few Tsinghua teachers who had been screaming at Zhang Wei and picking up things before did not say anything! The level gap is too big, they don't know what to say! Compared with Zhang Wei than poetry songs? This may have been a big joke from the beginning!

Many people look at Zhang Wei’s eyes at this time, just like watching the gods!

Others are still watching Zhang Zhang’s poem in a crazy way. The eyes are not able to pull out. They read it over and over again, reading it, reading it backwards, and reading it every time. I want to call the "I go - you - two - 姥 - 姥" impulse, this poem... Really your mother is too powerful!

Over there, Su Na suddenly walked up and rolled up Zhang Wei's poems, holding a rice paper saying: "The last "Mulan Poetry" did not grab it, don't say anything, Teacher Zhang, this word sent me Alright."

Zhang Yan smiled and spread his hand, "just."

But other people don't do it, so many people go up and grab it.

"What are you doing!"

"Xiao Na, don't move!"

"Mr. Su, what is yours, I want to see you!"

"Small Su, this poem is for me, I will ask you to eat for a month!"

"Mr. Zhang Wei, send me!"

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