It was you who wanted to break up, why are you crying now that I’m leaving?

Yi Tiesheng nodded, stood up and walked to the podium, put his hands on the table, and looked around.

When the audience quieted down, he said slowly in what he thought was the most attractive voice:"Is everyone here? Even if they are not here, we have to start."

"Classmates, let me introduce myself. I am the president of Qingcong Poetry Society, Yi Jiucheng. Welcome everyone to participate in the new recruitment activity of Qingcong Poetry Society!"

"The stars are shining brightly, looking forward to your coming; the flowers and the breeze are just waiting for you to come!"

"Welcome, everyone. Let's start the entrance exam right away!"

This group of flowery and arrogant opening remarks frightened the freshmen below.

"The president is a very talented writer!"

"Talking is like writing poetry!"

"The name is poetic too."

"……"

"It's so poetic." Chu Yang, who was sitting in the back row, repeated the sentence imitating the girl in front of him.

Li Qingshu smiled and asked,"Do you want to join?"

Chu Yang immediately shook his head:"I can recite poems with you, but forget about joining any poetry club. Otherwise, don't join it. The president is obviously not a good guy. And that Gao Shou, he invited you here, right?"

"Well, I have been invited many times, so I asked you to come and help me take a look. If you don’t like it, then I won’t participate. Let’s go?" Li Qingshu said.

Chu Yang was very pleased to hear this and said,"Since we are here, I know you like poetry, let’s take a look first."

"Okay, read it first before leaving." Li Qingshu said obediently.

At this time, the president Yi Tiesheng said again:"The rules of the entrance examination are very simple. It is divided into two rounds. The first round is to go on stage to present one of your works. It can be modern poetry or ancient poetry. As long as you get three votes from our four judges, you can enter the next round of examinations!"

The freshmen below were obviously well prepared. Soon a male classmate took the lead.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and sang the opening song:"Ah! Youth! The invisible and intangible youth! The youth that passed without regrets! The youth that fell into my palm like fine sand! I want to hold it tightly, but the tighter I hold it, the faster it passes.……"

"Ah! This is youth!... Thank you everyone!"

The audience immediately burst into applause:"Good! Wonderful!"

Chu Yang:……(•˘_˘•|||)

At this time, a mouthful of old trough was stuck in my throat, and I almost couldn't help but spit it out.

I really wanted to say,"Ah! Youth, you are so empty youth!"

Miraculously, the student passed the exam with a unanimous vote and returned to his seat with a confident smile.

Then the next student came on stage

""Have you prepared any poems?" Chu Yang asked Li Qingshu in a low voice.

The young lady nodded:"Yes,"

"Show me"

"Well, no."

"Just take a look. When you go on stage to recite later, won’t I know it too?"

"……Okay, but you can't laugh at me."

"I am confident in your writing style. It must be a work with depth and artistic conception."

The young lady handed over a piece of paper. Chu Yang unfolded it and saw her beautiful handwriting.

It was a modern poem titled"Rain on You".

I still remember that time, when the plums were yellow and it rained.

In my most beautiful years,

I met you and forgot when to return.

Under the eaves where I was hiding from the rain, it was you.

Under the umbrella in the rain, it was you.

When I looked up, it was your bright eyes, shining like stars.

""Good poem!" Chu Yang praised it highly after reading it.

It must be said that the young lady is very good at writing love poems.

"Just, just a good poem?" The young lady looked at him with burning eyes.

She was just short of saying that this poem was written for you.

Chu Yang smiled slightly:"I know it was written for me, um, I like it very much, it touched my heart."

The young lady's pretty face turned red, and a smile appeared in the corners of her eyes, which was very touching. On the podium, the poetry competition was still going on. There were passionate poems, some were affectionate and unrequited, and some were sentimental and sad. Most of them were literati students from the Chinese Department, showing their talents, which was quite exciting.

But at present, Chu Yang felt that the young lady's poem was the best.

At this time, Yi Tiesheng stood up and pointed in this direction:"Student over there, it's your turn!"

Everyone looked at him, Chu Yang looked around, pointed at himself:"Am I also a part?"

Yi Tiesheng laughed:"If you dare to come to our Chinese Department's territory, you must have some ability. Since you have entered this door, how can you convince others if you don't show off?"

The implication is, come to my place to pick up girls, I'll kill you!

It looks like Chu Yang is going to be embarrassed.

Gao Shou sneered, thinking that a photography major knows nothing about poetry and songs except taking pictures of naked women, so just wait for him to be embarrassed!

Yi Tiesheng started to force the issue:"Everyone, welcome him with applause!"

Applause rang out, especially from the girls, because Chu Yang was so handsome, and he fit the image of a handsome scholar in their minds.

Li Qingshu was a little anxious, she stood up and said:"Chu Yang is not here to join the poetry club, he just accompanied me here……"

"Everyone who comes here has to write a poem!" Yi Tiesheng interrupted her and emphasized:"No exceptions!"

This made the young lady angry:"Why?"

Chu Yang stood up and patted her shoulder:"It's okay, I'll go up and write a poem."

Li Qingshu was stunned, then handed her poem over, indicating that he should use this poem

"No, I can do it."Chu Yang gave her a reassuring look and walked to the stage.

Yi Tiesheng and Gao Shou looked at each other and smiled playfully.

Next, this guy will make a fool of himself.

It will also let Li Qingshu see clearly that this boy is just an embroidered pillow.

Chu Yang had already walked to the podium, looked at them with a smile, and then slowly said to the audience:"Writing poetry, I don't know much."

Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why you came up?

Yi Tiesheng and Gao Shou smiled even more.

"but……"Chu Yang changed the subject and pointed at the blackboard:"If this thing is also called poetry, then I can write a few sentences."

Everyone was stunned again. What is this guy talking about? Calling the president's poem this thing? And even implying that this is not a poem?

The old members were furious. Without Yi Tiesheng saying anything, someone immediately asked loudly:"If you don't understand, don't call it that. If you can't write, just stop. How can an amateur like you comment on the president's poem?"

"Yes, if you can’t write, just go away. What is a photographer doing here causing trouble?"

"You said you can write a few sentences, why don't you write one and see!"

Chu Yang was calm and composed:"Then I will write a poem with my unwarranted comments."

He didn't want to make trouble, but these people insisted on putting their faces forward and waiting to be slapped, so he was not polite.

It's not that he can really write poetry. In fact, whether it is ancient poetry or modern poetry, it requires very strong literary skills. The words are full of emotions and pictures, which make people read them repeatedly and leave a lingering aftertaste.

But when he saw the two modern poems on the blackboard, the so-called masterpieces of the president, he immediately knew that the level of this poetry club was really not good.

Just like Han Han said, isn't it better to put a sentence in a line? They don't even know how to use punctuation marks. First, they have to cramp their brains, then break and crush the sentences, and then randomly slap them on the paper, hey, the poem is done.

Just like the poem written by this president, it's cramped:

【That day

I passed by your window.

At that moment, nothing in the world could compare to the quarter of your face you showed.

] Chu Yang wanted to ask him, how could you be so sure that she only showed a quarter of her face at that time? Did you use a ruler to measure and calculate the area? Also, who doesn't know how to use the line break and return keys? I'll make one for you.

He immediately picked up the chalk and wrote on the blank space on the blackboard.

The students below were surprised.

Did he really do it? Seeing that he had already written a line, someone started reading along.