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"Haha, it seems that the two poets have their own views on poetry." In order to prevent a symposium from turning into a debate scene, the host immediately changed the topic.

"Then the next question, what do you two do when you have no inspiration?"

"Well, I'll look at art paintings, or play the violin." Song Shihe replied.

Cheng Yanbai thought for a while, his dark eyes staring at Ji Yusheng's direction were suddenly ignited, and he said:

"Do things that relax me."

The chair on the left suddenly squeaked.

In the next part of the poetry meeting, those two eyes still circled in Ji Yusheng's direction after a while.If those two gazes were hot, Ji Yusheng would have probably suffered several burns.

The interaction between the guests and the host on the podium was finally over after two hours. The next time was to let the students form groups of five to appreciate the guest's poems together, and the guests randomly joined the group discussion.

As soon as the host introduced the process of the next session, the students in the audience immediately formed groups with their friends.Because most of the students in the audience are from the literature department, even if there are other departments, there will never be students from the economics department.

"Come on, students, divide into groups, unlock the lock on the table, and open the table to discuss!"

Ji Yusheng hates this kind of grouping for the first time in class. He is very serious about being a student, and he can't always be in a group with good friends in a short time. He and they took a different path and ran counter to each other. From entering the university until now, he still has no close friends.Coupled with his thin skin, he is also reluctant to casually approach and ask others if they can be grouped together.

Ji Yusheng found that the left, right, front and back seemed to be divided into groups. Just as his cheeks were hot and he didn't know what to do, the person on the left suddenly turned his head and approached him. A beret, a handsome boy.The boy noticed Ji Yusheng's pale face and slightly opened mouth after reading the name tag on his chest. He immediately sat up straight, touched his neck and said in embarrassment:

"Ah... Hello classmate, I'm Shi Yu, from the Department of Fine Arts and Painting, shall we be in a group?"

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was silent, Shi Yu thought he had made him angry, so he immediately bowed down on the seat and apologized.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you are also from the Department of Literature..."

"It's okay, we can work together."

"That's great! Ah one by one" Before Ji Yusheng finished speaking, Shi Yu immediately straightened up happily and greatly, and then bumped into the seat with a "bang".

"It hurts!" Ji Yusheng just wanted to ask him if he was okay, but found that one of the eyes shot from the stage became deeper and more indifferent.

Shi Yu, who didn't notice the fiery gaze coming from the side, touched his waist, and then talked with Ji Yusheng about Cheng Yanbai's poems full of interest.

Ji Yusheng discovered that Shi Yu admired Cheng Yanbai far more than ordinary people. From Cheng Yanbai's poems when he had not yet become a decadent moon to the poems that are now models in the poetry world, Shi Yu is catchy, and his appreciation is comparable to an expert in poetry appreciation .

Ji Yusheng found that Shi Yu's eyes were surging with love for Cheng Yanbai like a sea of ​​waves. He was obviously a cheerful person, but why did he like decadent poems?

After Shi Yu talked on and on for a long time, he suddenly realized that he had never let Ji Yusheng share.

"Ah, I'm sorry! As soon as I talk about Yanbai... Teacher Cheng can't stop talking, how about you? Which poem by Teacher Cheng do you like better?"

"I... like Teacher Song's better..."

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the person in front of him changed from full of expectation to full of surprise, and Ji Yusheng could even see his dark brown pupils dilated for an instant.

Longing for sunshine and spring, is it so unacceptable?

"Call me by name directly. The name teacher seems a bit old. I'm not much older than you."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the ear, and the chair seemed to grow vines, tightly trapping Ji Yusheng. He froze, but his fingertips were trembling unknowingly.