The next day!
Chu Tianshu and Ji Ruxin were a young couple, holding hands, and stepped into the humanities classroom.
But Monroe, as usual, arrived first.
Standing behind the podium, they checked the assignments submitted by the students on the spot.
Recently, He Shuang'er came earlier.
She didn't hand in the homework at the first time, but glanced at the class first. After seeing Chu Tianshu sitting with Ji Ruxin as if there was nothing wrong, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really worried, Chu Tianshu couldn't afford to be seriously injured.
At this time, looking at the other person's complexion, it doesn't seem to be bad.
It is probably because Chu Tianshu's soul is stronger, even if it is damaged, it can still be like an ordinary person.
When she came to the podium, she handed Monroe the transcript she had written.
After Monroe watched it again, her mouth grew slightly, looking very surprised.
After a while, she recovered and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Okay!"
He Shuang'er bowed slightly and stepped up the stairs, sitting on the left of Chu Tianshu in the eyes of everyone.
But to the right of Chu Tianshu is Ji Ruxin!
This scene also surprised many people.
Who didn't know that Chu Tianshu belonged to Ye Hongluan
But why did He Shuang'er voluntarily move forward
This also confuses the people who originally admired He Shuang'er, and at the same time made Chu Tianshu jealous.
Chu Tianshu himself was also very surprised, turned his head and glanced at He Shuang'er.
But He Shuang'er seemed to be okay, just sitting quietly, calling out the humanities textbook from the storage ring, and flipping through it casually.
At this time!
Ye Hongluan also walked in from outside.
She stepped to the podium first and handed the article to Monroe.
Monroe had been looking forward to it for a long time, and after taking it, she read in a low voice: "The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars pass the hatred, the silver man is dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless people. Tenderness is like water. , The good time is like a dream, to bear with the Queqiao and return home. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the midst of the day!
After everyone listened, they were all dull.
In my mind, I kept playing back those words in the poems.
I don't know how long it took before someone sighed: "If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the midst of the day... Well, great, it is definitely a good sentence that can be passed on for thousands of years!"
"The millennium is too short. Ten thousand years will be no problem. It will eventually be recorded in the humanities textbooks and be passed on forever!"
"Yeah, that's amazing, Miss Ye is great!"
"..."
Various praises poured into Ye Hongluan's ears, and she also showed a proud look.
However, when she tried to find He Shuang'er and was about to take a look at He Shuang'er's surprise, her face immediately sank again.
Because she found that He Shuang'er was sitting next to Chu Tianshu.
And this position is usually owned by her.
What worries her the most is that if the matter of letting Chu Tianshu write an article on her behalf is spread out, then Ye Hongluan will not be able to see people in the future.
"No, this woman must be driven away!"
Ye Hongluan had no intention of accepting the admiration of others, and quickly came to He Shuang'er's side, and said: "He Shuang'er, please get up, this position belongs to me!"
He Shuang'er raised his gaze and said, "You always sit in the classroom by yourself. When will it become yours?"
"I was sitting here before, now, it belongs to me, get me up immediately!" Ye Hongluan still said angrily.
"Haha..." He Shuang'er sneered without moving at all.
"You... can't get up anyway?" Ye Hongluan was really angry.
But the others waited, but they all became quiet.
Monroe frowned and said, "Ye Hongluan, don't do that!"
"Teacher..."
Ye Hongluan showed aggrieved look.
Monroe said: "I believe everyone must be curious, what is the article written by He Shuang'er, I will read it again, and everyone will judge together, which one is better!"
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Success and failure turn around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for several times."
"White-haired fisherman on Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine is happy to meet each other. There are many things in ancient and modern times, and I am talking about it with laughter."
If Ye Hongluan's love poem just surprised everyone, then this life chapter is even more admired by everyone.
Even Ye Hongluan couldn't help boasting inwardly.
But in an instant, she woke up and glared at He Shuang'er: "This article is definitely not written by you!"
"Haha... Why do you slander me? Is there evidence?" He Shuang'er retorted.
"I..." Ye Hongluan had nothing to say.
But he was still very annoyed, and simply sat beside He Shuang'er.
In this regard, Chu Tianshu could only smile inwardly.
Is it really because you are too handsome? Or have you been lucky recently
Otherwise, why do these beautiful and indispensable women have to sit around themselves
Isn't it all right
Monroe was actually confused about this.
Why do these two girls have to fight to sit next to Chu Tianshu
Could it be that their articles are all related to Chu Tianshu
Out of her understanding of the two daughters, she really didn't believe that the two daughters could write such two popular articles, enough to sing for thousands of years.
Otherwise, the two daughters would have been well-known in Feiyun Saint Country.
Why wait until you leave your homework to reveal your talents
However, she didn't ask about this on the spot, just pressed her heart.
At the same time, I became more and more curious about the students in this class.
"Who can publish, what do you think of this poem?" Monroe looked around the crowd and said.
Someone immediately raised their hands and said: "Generous, tragic, and angry!"
"There is no lack of indifference and tranquility in the desolation and tragic and majesty!"
"..."
Monroe smiled and said: "Everyone's analysis is very good, Chu Tianshu, you also express your opinion!"
Chu Tianshu was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't expect Monroe to name herself.
I recalled some explanations about this article in my previous life.
He opened the mouth and said: "The author of the article should be trying to explore the eternal value in the rush and precipitation of the long river of history, to find a profound philosophy of life between success and failure, and to have a sense of historical rise and fall, and more of the ups and downs of life. Show a noble sentiment and broad-minded mind."
Monroe looked at him and nodded: "Very well, probably, this is the true meaning of this article!"
Chu Tianshu didn't understand the deeper meaning of Monroe's words, but just nodded.
The corner of Monroe's mouth rose slightly, then glanced at other classmates, and said, "Whether it's a coincidence that the fairy flying cloud on the Magpie Bridge, or the fairy rolling along the Yangtze River in the east of the river, or the inscription of the former shabby room, and the farthest distance in the world. , They are all rare poems in a century. Even if I am a teacher, I cannot judge their level. If you lose any poem, or read one less, you will feel a sense of imperfection in life. It is estimated that the saint has read it. I can’t help but write it, turning the poem into Wenbao!"
"Yes, Teacher Meng, after reading these poems, I discovered that there is no shortcoming in my life!"
"Teacher, it's better to let them tie, it's too difficult to tell the winner!"
"Yes, teacher, it's better to draw!"
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Monroe looked at He Shuang'er and Ye Hongluan, and smiled: "The students have already given the answer, what do you two think?"
The two women glanced at each other, and at the same time they gave a cold snort, turning their faces aside.
"Since you have no opinion, then this competition is over. However, the teacher still hopes that you can write better and more poems. Next, let's talk about those great poems in this million-year history. Talented articles and poems!"
Perhaps it was because the poems and essays handed over by the two daughters touched Monroe so much that Monroe's spirit has always been in a state of excitement.
Whenever she talked about important content, she would use her mental power to gather energy and bring the content to the surface on the side wall.
After coming down in the morning, the walls and mid-air of the entire lecture hall were already covered with dense texts.
But the students who listened to the lecture found that Monroe's mental power not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger.
"This? Teacher Monroe won't break through to the Profound Emperor Realm, right?"
He Shuang'er, who was accustomed to seeing Emperor Xuan, and Ye Hongluan were all surprised.