Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Yang Shouche is worthy of Fang Xia's previous evaluation of genius. Not only is his thought profound, but his poems are also excellent.

Although Fang Xia's own poetry writing level is worrying, but after all, there are so many ancient poems memorized many years ago, and he still has some knowledge. Holding the idea that "a food connoisseur is not necessarily a cook", he still gave it out. evaluate.

But also because of this, after Yang Shouche left, Fang Xia felt guilty for a while before finally bringing his thoughts back to that strange Aotian No. 3.After thinking about it for a while, he still found that he couldn't concentrate. He simply opened the system mall to ease his mood, but he noticed the point balance that was not right no matter what.

Fang Xia:?

Could it be that in the last world, the system has started a clearance sale and gift points?

The system reacted violently: [Impossible! ]

It has repeatedly stated that the point calculation module is an independent part that is scientifically rigorous and maintains an accuracy rate of over 99.9999%, and there will be absolutely no "gift points" that Fang Xia talked about.

It finally convinced Fang Xia, the key reason being the "independent module" - if it was really calculated by this little fool's system, even if the system took the lead to guarantee Fang Xia would not believe it.

Fang Xia was completely relieved after confirming that even if the calculation of the points was wrong (system: this is impossible!), these points would not be taken back.

On the premise that this point is correct, he analyzed the reason.

Fang Xia went through his itinerary in this world from the beginning to the end, and felt that...it really wasn't right!

Because he made up his mind to lie flat in this world, Fang Xia hardly had any contact with Aotian No. 3, except for today, and the little interaction during the usual class.

He did appreciate Hong Zimu's article, but that modest praise was absolutely incomparable to the 360-degree surrounding praise of Xiao Shangqin back then.Even if the appreciation of his current status as a master would add to Hong Zimu's reputation, but with the other party's current status in the academy, his little help is better than nothing, and it is impossible to have so many points!

There seems to be no reason for Hong Zimu, Fang Xia finally turned his attention to the other side: the "intruder" whose existence in the first two worlds was so low that Fang Xia almost forgot.

Did he help Aotian No. 3 deal with the intruders by accident?

Although he thought it was a coincidence that this mistake was too much, but in this situation, he could only think so.

Thinking along this line of thought, Fang Xia guessed that the intruder this time should be a student of the academy. Since he has a little more than expected, but he doesn't have very outrageous points, Fang Xia guessed that the other party might be his unintentional criticism. Who.

crossed?reborn?Still wearing books?

Either way, this intruder is too miserable.

At this moment, Fang Xia finally remembered his job, [How do I deal with these intruders? ]

system:[! ]

[Host wait a moment, I'll pass the workbook to you right away! ]

The system's tone of haste to make amends was really embarrassing for anyone to hear.

Fang Xia: […]

Every time he thought that this little fool's system was unreliable enough, the other party could refresh the lower limit of unreliability by himself.

The speed of system remediation was fast enough, and Fang Xia soon knew how to expel the intruders.

In addition to the fact that the intruder is automatically excluded from the small world after the plot, if he wants to do something, there are two ways: one is friendly negotiation, hello, me, hello, everyone, and the other party leaves voluntarily; He was beaten until he was dying, and he was forcibly kicked out of the small world.

As a civilized person who uses his mouth but not his hands, Fang Xia still wants to choose the first one if possible.In view of the miserable situation of the invaders in this world, Fang Xia felt that there was still a lot of room for negotiation with the other party.

But there is also a problem here, which is how the intruder's body is in the original world.

Assume for the time being that he is a time-traveler (Fang Xia thinks that if he was transmigrated or reborn, he wouldn’t be so miserable), if he was sleeping before the time-travel, then of course it’s fine, and I’m probably happy to go back; If you wear it, you will die when you go back, so the other party must not be happy.

Considering the latter possibility, Fang Xia felt that it was better not to act rashly and observe the situation first.

Just when Fang Xia made a list of suspects and was about to eliminate them one by one, a little accident happened, or should I say a "coincidence".

It was indeed a coincidence that Fang Xia happened to be passing by at that moment, and saw a group of people gathered there very lively.

They were all students, and Fang Xia didn't intend to move forward, so as not to make people feel uncomfortable when he passed by, but he still listened to a sentence more or less, as if he was fighting poetry.

Fang Xia sighed deeply in his heart, "Scholars these days even have such elegant extracurricular activities", but just as he was about to walk over, he heard a very familiar verse, and he couldn't help but stop.

Fang Xia:?

Isn't this the sentence that Yang Shouche "asked" him a few days ago?

After many years of appreciation and analysis of the poem, Fang Xia still has a deep impression on that poem, and it has not been too long, so he still remembers it clearly at this moment.

Fang Xia was still in a state of confusion and didn't know what was going on, but his sudden stop caught the attention of the students next to him. Seeing that it was Fang Xia, the student hurriedly said "I have seen the master", and stepped aside .

This movement alarmed the students in front again, but within a short time, Fang Xia gave way in front of him.

So, before Fang Xia could clear his mind, he met Hong Zimu's eyes so unexpectedly.

Fang Xia: "..."

Hong Zimu in the innermost place seemed to be surprised by this situation, but he also reacted quickly and gave a non-standard courtesy, "I have met Master Fang."

But at this moment, the small circle surrounded by these students has become a big circle, and Fang Xia and Hong Zi are in the middle of the circle, somehow becoming one of the most beautiful cubs in the crowd.Being surrounded in the middle of the Poetry Competition, this position is really dangerous no matter how you look at it, but in this situation, Fang Xia calmed down instead.

Fang Xia nodded to Hong Zimu, and said, "You wrote that poem just now?"

Hong Zimu was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help showing a little joy on his face.

After the last conversation, Hong Zimu thought that he was sure of everything, but after he went back, he didn't hear from the other party at all, and when it came to class, the teacher's attitude returned to the past.

Hong Zimu was annoyed at this person's ignorance, but he became more and more convinced that this master was the so-called "noble man".

It's just that the article was given, and the conversation was also made, but this person was unmoved. Hong Zimu was really not sure what to do next, but he didn't expect that the road would turn around, he was still at a loss here, and suddenly met today thing.

Hong Zimu suddenly got the key point of customs clearance.

——It turned out to be poetry!

Hong Zimu tried his best to restrain the expression on his face, so as not to show the happy look too much, and nodded his head reservedly, "It's summer, and the cicadas are singing, the students express their feelings, and the master laughed."

Fang Xia didn't know what expression to make for a while.

It's quite normal to "send out of feelings", and it's okay to feel similar or even the same, but the poems produced here are exactly the same, so there is something wrong with it, right? !

Primary school students know that copying homework cannot copy composition! !

Looking at the other party's expression, it was frank and frank, but it looked like Fang Xia was the one who made a fuss.

Fang Xia really didn't know what to say at the moment, under the attention of this group of people, he could only say dryly in the end, "This poem is good."

I just don't know who wrote the poem.

Hong Zimu didn't realize the complicated meaning hidden in the sentence just now, and he nodded reservedly when he heard Fang Xia say that, "Mr.

Although he was so humble, there was no concealment of complacency in his expression.

Hong Zimu immediately continued, "Student still has a few words, I hope you can give me some advice."

"Drinking the clear dew, the flow of Shutong..."

"...the long wind blows constantly, still among the branches."

"..."

"The lotus is fragrant and the dew is falling, and the willows are moving like a breeze. On the third night of the first lunar month, the first sound of new cicadas..." [1]

The bright voices rippling under the clear sky, and are sent to the distance with the wind, some of them use cicadas to sing aspirations, some use cicadas to imitate summer, and some miss the past. Each song has a style, and each sentence has a meaning. It's really eloquent. The flow is borrowed from the land, sea, and Panjiang... Hong Zimu just sang the second song, and someone in the crowd shouted "OK", starting from this, the atmosphere in the venue was heated up.

But the excitement is theirs, and has nothing to do with Fang Xia.Fang Xia really couldn't make a second reaction other than silence at the moment, but fortunately, everyone had no time to pay attention to his reaction when they were emotional.Fang Xia withdrew from the crowd with a complicated mood.Because Hong Zimu in the center had already attracted all the attention, Fang Xia did not encounter any obstacles in leaving.

After calming down in a secluded place, Fang Xia finally knew what was going on with the inexplicable sense of sight before.

——Wen Chaogong, this is it! !

Thinking about Yang Shouche again, this is so arrogant that he copied it face-to-face!

How bold is this? !

The poems and articles that Hong Zimu produced were all planned.

After all, he himself knows his own level, and he will inevitably fall into the situation of "hurt Zhongyong" or "exhaust his talents" in the future. He has a plan for how much he will give at any stage.

It's just that the atmosphere that day was too hot, and Hong Zimu wanted to show off in front of the future nobleman, so he came up with more than [-] good pieces at once.

But Hong Zimu didn't regret much.

Good poems must be used where they should be used, and poems are not essays, they are only used occasionally to show your talent, not necessary, at worst, you can write a few times less in the future, and focus on learning when you are outside.

After figuring this out, Hong Zimu became more calm.

The excitement of fighting poems that day quickly spread throughout the academy, and those who missed something that day naturally sighed. There are indeed students who are not short of money in the academy. Immediately, a classmate who owns a bookstore at home is willing to publish a book for him at his own expense. collection of poems.Hong Zimu was proud of this, but he continued to speak modestly, and finally "refused", and "reluctantly" agreed amidst a series of compliments.

There is still a lot of preparatory work required to publish a collection of poems, and it cannot be completed in a day or two. However, the more than [-] best poems written at the poetry competition that day were first transcribed by the students present that day. It was passed around in the academy.

Yang Guming missed that day's poetry meeting due to a personal matter, and when he learned of the excitement that day, he beat his chest and regretted it.

He managed to snatch a copy of that day's poetry collection from his classmates, but he didn't mean to enjoy it exclusively. Instead, he grabbed Yang Shouche who was busy rushing back to copy the book after class, and said mysteriously: "Shou Che, Shou Che! Don’t leave yet! Here’s something good to show you.”

While grabbing Yang Shouche's sleeve, he glanced around, and carefully took out a stack of papers from his cuff, looking like a thief.

Although Yang Shouche didn't understand why, he also became nervous and asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

Yang Guming: "It was a poetry meeting a few days ago. Brother Hong wrote more than [-] excellent works. I exchanged my piece of pine ink ingot and money fans. That kid is cunning and has been eyeing it for a long time My ink ingot... but forget it, it's worth it in exchange."

Yang Shouche originally wanted to find a reason to leave when he heard Hong Zimu's name, but he was pulled so tightly that he couldn't escape for a while, and before he could say anything, the stack of papers was in front of his eyes.

Yang Shouche was about to look away as soon as he glanced past, but he quickly retracted his gaze.

His eyes fixed on the first column of words, and all the blood on his face disappeared in an instant.