Vol 2 Chapter 267: Postponement

The class is quiet and even a bit strange... including Tan Xiaonan himself.
Zhang Yu is a genius, and everyone in the class knows it. There are plenty of achievements across the two worlds. But what the people in the class didn't expect was that Zhang Yu was so genius to such an exaggeration. The creation of poetry is not a simple matter. Anyone who has done it knows that it is difficult to find a sense of suspicion.
How can someone in the world want to write and write, it is great to write, and one is more exaggerated than one. This is simply unimaginable. Everyone in the class at the moment was shocked to the point where he was speechless by Zhang Yu’s genius. Even Ge Wenhui himself felt a burst of powerlessness... He was more than Zhang Yu, and he was just heaven and earth, not to mention a lifetime, that is, ten generations, and all his life, he could hardly hope for his back.
Zhang Yu saw that the room was quiet and somewhat weird... Frowning: "What happened to you! Why is it so quiet?" After talking, he looked at Tan Xiaonan and said: "How is Tan Xiaonan! You are dissatisfied with this poem. ?"
Tan Xiaonan sighed: "I dare say dissatisfied! Then I am too mad. I am very satisfied! Just this one."
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"Squad leader! You can write one for me too!"
"I want to! Write another one for me!"
"And me! And me!"
......
There was a crowd in the class, and Zhang Yu had to write one for himself. It can also be said that everyone has a feeling. I have seen Zhang Yu’s poems and the things I wrote myself. I just shouldn’t send them.
Zhang Yu did not refuse to come, wrote more than 30 in one breath, how to say that he is also a cow with three hundred Tang poems backing, this is only a few dozen, drizzling! However, Zhang Yu’s behavior of creating one-stop work made the people in the class numb and could not say anything. Almost everyone has a feeling that there is no genius in the world, but you have never seen it. When a true genius stands in front of you, anyone who wants to challenge is full of powerlessness... Because at the side of the sun, any starlight embellishment is meaningless.
Zhang Yu has fixed all the people in need and uploaded these poems. I am relieved: "Oct! All done. That's it!"
Su Qianqian was speechless at this time, saying: "Can you do more than Zhang! I think you are writing too much, numb. You haven't written yet!"
Hahahahaha! The whole class heard that it was a laugh.
Zhang Yu thought of it, dare to live busy for a long time, and he has not done it yet. Road: "Oh! Right! How do I forget me! What do I write? Good! I will write this." Finished, got up and wrote on the blackboard, "Youth", the boy did not know the taste. , fell in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and say something to the new words. Nowadays, I know what I want to do. The words are still resting, but the weather is cool and autumn.
After writing Zhang Yu, said: "I will do this!"
The people in the class looked at the words on the blackboard and began to talk again and again... It seems quite controversial.
Fang Shuxing said: "Squad leader, you wrote this book is great. But it is not too bitter! If you send it up, don't get into trouble!"
Zhao Zhijun said: "What a disaster! Is there a literary prison now! Don't let us talk!"
Li Jie said: "No, I think it's very good. The boss's first word is very deep. It can let the old comrades who are always looking for us trouble. Let's take a look at these useless games. Tired!"
Wu Jie said: "Li Jie said that it is right! Boss I support you, you will send this."
"Yes! Me too."

It’s great to write!

"We all support you!"
In the class, the response is constant...
Su Qianqian said: "I don't think so well! Although the first word is written very well, it is obviously contrary to the big policy of the game. If you do it well, you can get it down. If you write one more! In case you are Brush it down, is there still a chance?"
Tan Xiaonan also said: "I think Qianqian is right! Zhang Yu is your literary talent. You can't learn the fat people one day. They are so cynical! Or should you be positive."
Wu Fatzi heard the words and rolled his eyes, but did not say anything... In fact, in his heart, now agree.
Lu Zhiquan said: "The boss, the class deputy and the Tan committee members are also right. Just like this literary talent! If it is brushed down, there is still a place in the world."
Ha ha ha ha ha! The people in the class heard a smile. At the same time, it feels like this. If Zhang Yu is brushed down, the style of this game is too low.
Zhang Yuwen said with a smile: "In fact, it doesn't matter if I can choose it! I can't because I can't choose it, I can't say that I can't write it. You say yes!"
Hehehehe! The whole class is a collective smile.
"That's it! I just got this, don't change it." Zhang Yu decided to write his own poems on paper, then entered the computer, sent the mail, and submitted the manuscript successfully.
Zhang Yu sorted out the manuscripts on the table and placed them neatly, which was a complete political task.
In the afternoon, Han Shaoli first completed his class and only came to the 12th class. After entering the house, I looked at Su Qianqian and said: "Su Qianqian, has your class submission been completed?"
Su Qianqian said: "Complete! Teacher Han. The one on the podium is!"
Han Shaoli did not expect that the 12th class was quite fast. I thought that I might not have done it now. I nodded with satisfaction and came to the podium ~EbookFREE.me~ turned up the manuscript on the table... Soon, she was more and more surprised, and almost stunned.
real or fake! Is this written in twelve classes? The level is actually so high! I have a hundred streets in my own class, not right, it is impossible to put them together! It is simply heaven and earth.
Han Shaoli looked at him for a long time and looked up: "Su Qianqian! These are the contributions of your class?"
"Yes!" Su Qianqian said.
"How did your class write so well!" Han Shaoli heard the answer, and turned the manuscript on the side of the surprise. He said, "I didn't expect it! Your poetry level is so high. It is simply not letting me dare." Believe!"
Ha ha ha ha ha! The whole class certainly knows what it is. Instead, the group laughed! No one has exposed this mystery.
Wu Jie is very swearing: "Han teacher! It can be seen from this poetry contest that the cultural heritage of our class is seriously underestimated. In this competition, we took all the strengths under the leadership of the squad leader. It can also be said that it is a brainstorming, meditation, and the present works. If we enter the next round, is there any reward for the school?" (To be continued.)