Portable Intelligent System

As soon as Xu Ling's voice fell, someone kicked him in the back.

"I'll go, sneak attack? Who is it, stand up! "

Xu Ling, who was so close to falling, quickly turned around and looked at a group of people behind him, his face full of indignation.

"It's me."

Xia Xinyu stood up, arms in both hands, eyes coldly looking at Xu Ling, "look at your point of success, can not come out disgraceful?"

Good men don't fight women.

From the heart of Xu Ling, a smile.

"Write your poems quickly." Xia Xinyu cheers coldly.

When Xu Ling passes by Xia Xinyu, she suddenly hears such a slight sound.

"Write poetry well. I'll help you with the operation of the game, and then we'll open it five or five. "

"Hiss!"

Xu Ling faltered under his feet and almost fell down again.

It seems that this beautiful boss, more than he also regards money as life?

However, Xu Ling still handed over a look, money does not earn, is a son of a bitch.

"I'll see what kind of poetry you can write."

Jin Jianguo personally handed the pen and paper to Xu Ling.

Xu Ling took it impolitely, and silently summoned his golden finger Xiaoya AI in his mind. He turned on the search function, and within a minute, a poem with a feeling and a scene appeared.

Xu Ling pretended to be silent for a while. Under the attention of the public, she wrote down Xiaoya's AI search poems.

[Ba Zhi]

From near to far, from east to west, from deep to shallow.

Just after writing down two sentences, the audience could not help but start commenting.

"Bazhi, what's the topic? Looking at the way these two poems are written, it seems that they are neither quatrains nor metrical poems. As for the artistic conception of poetry, needless to say, it has nothing to do with the topic of husband and wife. "

"After careful consideration of these two poems, they have a different meaning: the truth is simple, but it's not easy to write them in simple words, so I'd like to praise them. However, just like brother Lei said, the first two sentences are not in line with the topic at all. Can't this guy get off the topic? "

"Ha ha, it must be off topic. How can there be such a poem about husband and wife? It's just a joke. I don't think Xu Ling has any other skills except boasting. "

"It's not a poem. It's not even as good as a running account. The poems written by three-year-old children are better than those written by him. They have to compete with vice chairman Jin. It's a shame."

When Jin Jianguo saw the two poems he started, he immediately laughed and said, "ha ha, arrogant boy, the two poems you started have fallen into the inferior class. What else can you compare with me? I advise you not to write down any more, just admit defeat, so as to avoid humiliation. "

However, Jin Jianguo was the only one who made a mockery of these old scholars on the stage. The others were all staring at Xu Ling's poems, showing the expression of thinking.

Jin Jianguo said discontentedly, "Hello, everyone, is it necessary for you to read such a simple poem so carefully?"

Liu Jinchuan looked up at him and shook his head helplessly. He didn't speak and lowered his head. His eyes fell on the title of the poem - Bazhi.

Other people didn't look up directly. The focus of their eyes was on the title and the first two poems.

"You..."

Jin Jianguo still wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by song Shiren, "Lao Jin, after this teacher Xu has finished writing, you can express your opinions. Now let teacher Xu write quietly."

After hearing song Shiren's words, Jin Jianguo's eyes were full of surprise.

Miss Xu?

When Chairman song called a young man "teacher" is incredible.

Although he couldn't figure it out, Jin Jianguo kept his mouth shut, waiting for Xu Ling's words, while brewing to ridicule Xu Ling's lines.

As for the strangeness of the people, he didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he thought that Xu Ling's poems this time couldn't beat him.

After Song Shiren stopped Jin Jianguo at the right time, he gave a friendly smile to Xu Ling, "Mr. Xu, there are four more. We are all looking forward to it. I hope you can give us a big surprise."

At this time, Liu Jinchuan also looked up and echoed: "yes, great young people, it's really great to cut into the theme from such a tricky angle."

Jin Jianguo was puzzled again and said, "what do you think is good about this poem? Why can't I see it at all?"

Xu Ling is suitable for a mercilessly mending knife, "that's because your poetic realm has not reached a certain height, it's just a half level."

"You..."

Jin Jianguo is not know how many times, Xu Ling was too angry to speak, only a big gasp.

With a proud smile, Xu Ling, under the eager gaze of the old scholars, raised his pen and finished the remaining two poems.

From the highest to the sun and moon of the Ming Dynasty, from the closest relatives to the sparse couple.

After finishing the writing, Xu Ling throws a pen, turns around and goes down the stage, leaving behind a group of stunned old scholars and unknown melon eaters on the stage.

"From near to far, from east to west, from deep to shallow, Qingxi. From the highest to the sun and moon of the Ming Dynasty, from the closest relatives to the sparse couple. "

Liu Jinchuan took the lead in picking up Xu Ling's poems. After reading them carefully, his smile was as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"It's a good teacher. Mr. Xu is not an ordinary person. His poems are full of philosophy and thought-provoking. We can't do without admiration."

Song Shiren, who took a slow step, could only echo with the loud voice: "it's really good, especially the last sentence. It's the finishing touch of the painting. The deep meaning of it makes people waste time. It's a good poem."

Other old scholars, who are slow in two steps, all speak in praise. For a moment, no one raised any objection.

However, Jin Jianguo and the melon eaters under the stage were confused and didn't know what was good about the poem.

"Senior, you just say this poem is good. What's good about it? You tell me. Why don't we feel it at all?"

"Yes, I listen to Mr. Liu finish reading this poem. It's just like saying. Not at all. "

"It's very plain. Although it fits the theme, it doesn't seem to describe the subject of husband and wife. It's quite off topic."

Jin Jianguo directly complained: "you guys, you can't open your eyes and tell lies. You can't see that Xu has some culture, so you can deliberately shield him and hold up a rotten poem to heaven."

"You say this poem sucks?" Liu Jinchuan glanced contemptuously at Jin Jianguo and handed over the poem named Bazhi, "read it carefully yourself and see where it is rotten."

Jin Jianguo didn't pick it up. He just shook his head and said, "I've read this poem three times. Anyway, I didn't see what's good."