My imagination has come true

Chapter 58 Defense
"In fact, for those of us who have read many, many works, identifying the author through the article is a basic skill."

Qiao Wenshu's eyes flicked across Gao Xiaowei's face, looked at other people, and then fell gently on Mu Qingyun's face, and said softly, "Words are almost like fingerprints in our eyes."

Inside and outside the multimedia classroom, everything was quiet.

Gao Xiaowei's hands were covered with cold sweat, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qiao Wenshu sighed: "If those who steal other people's writing don't be too lazy, read it carefully, read it carefully, and after reading it, turn other people's writing into your own, and then rewrite it, it may cause great confusion. sex."

"But if you don't even want to spend this little effort, and just change it to your own name as it is, then it's over, who can you fool?"

Gao Xiaowei lowered his head and said nothing, but regretted it instantly in his heart.

He is too eager.

At that time in the library, when Teacher Hong Biao saw the notebook, he was shocked and thought it was written by him. It would be great if he was not so anxious to respond.

He can completely arrange another time to communicate and be fully prepared.

It is useless to think about these now.

At that time, there was no time to carefully modify it, so I just patted and extracted the text, and sent it over.

Thinking about it now, it was really a mistake.

Qiao Wenshu stared at him for a while, Gao Xiaowei said nothing, frowned slightly, and pointed to the computer next to him.

"Okay, since it's your work, let's start the defense."

"Today we will conduct it online, Xiaoyan, you open the question bank of the history research group, randomly select a set of question banks from Song and Beixu, and invite Gao to do it."

As she said that, Qiao Wenshu took out the sixteen notebooks that Mu Qingyun had given her from the bookcase beside her, and stacked them one by one in front of her eyes.

Naturally, it also included the photocopy of the volume that Gao Xiaowei stole.

Mu Qingyun didn't have the habit of copying her notes, but Teacher Jia was a careful person and got used to planning ahead. She had three sets of copies in her notebook.

One of them is still in the safe.

Gao Xiaowei's heart sank suddenly, and he gently pinched the small incense burner hanging on his wrist, as if pinching the world, closed his eyes, and sat on the chair as soon as he turned around.

God will bless him.

In the question bank he drew, he must have done all the questions and knew the answers.

Before the thought was extinguished, Gao Xiaowei froze as soon as the question bank was opened.

Countless questions are like obstacles in the way.

Large volumes of information were flashed across the screen, and he seemed to have difficulty even understanding them.

For a moment, cold sweat rolled down.

When Qiao Wenshu saw that the notebooks were neatly arranged, she forgot Gao Xiaowei for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Mu Qingyun into a muttering conversation.

Mu Qingyun heard Qiao Wenshu talk about Mr. Dongpo in the Song Dynasty, she almost shed tears, and couldn't laugh or cry: "If you want to say that Su Shi is pitiful, I don't quite agree with him. What is so pitiful about him."

"Shenzong supported the New Deal, but he wanted to support the old law. After Shenzong passed away, Empress Dowager Gao reused him because he supported the old law. He was good enough to support the new law."

"Since that's the case, what is there to complain about being exiled if you seek benevolence and get benevolence?"

Qiao Wenshu sighed.

Mu Qingyun also sighed: "Speaking of which, his younger brother Su Zhe is more pitiful. He has spent his whole life cleaning up his brother's mess, and he is a serious helper."

"Our Su University scholar has no money to buy a house and asks his younger brother for it. He has no money to build roads and asks his younger brother for it. His younger brother really dares to give it to him. It can be said that he has spent all his wealth to help his elder brother."

"It can be said that the younger brother is helping him in the whole family of Su Dashi, and he has to ask his younger brother to reimburse him for his own expenses."

"That is to say, in that era, brotherhood was good, and it was a good story. Now, Su Zhe is the best in the blind date, the type of person that girls dare not marry."

Qiao Wenshu smiled, but agreed.Continue to flip through the notes, and then talk with Mu Qingyun about the stories of the ancients who have disappeared in the long river of history with great interest.

What? Su Zhe wrote 29 poems a year, and the 25 capitals were written to his brother. The brotherhood moved the world.

The poems are indeed well written.

Thinking back to these years, they have sorted out the remaining ancient books and materials bit by bit, and those poems and articles are still fragrant after reading them so far.

Qiao Wenshu and Mu Qingyun first got to know how good the famous poets of the Song Dynasty were.

This is simply an era when gods are fighting. Many poems and articles are among the best in ancient and modern times, and all of them are shining pearls in the history of literature.

Qiao Wenshu raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Aren't they great? Great, but I still have a good girl here who scolded them all to pieces!"

Several other teachers rolled their eyes together and shouted, "Exaggeration!"

He Zhou held the notebook that Mu Qingyun had just found for Grandma Qiao, looked at it, and smiled: "If the information is true... what a Li Qingzhao, what a layman Yi An, but she is too rebellious and extreme, she is too arrogant point."

Everyone came over to take a closer look. According to Mu Qingyun's notes, when searching for ancient classics, he found a piece of "On Ci" written by Li Qingzhao, a poet of the Song Dynasty.

In her essay, Li Dacai sharply criticized many big figures in the Song Dynasty, such as Su Shi, Liu Yong, Yan Shu, etc. She said that Liu Yong was too vulgar to be on the stage, that Qin Guan's words were empty and unreal, and that Li Yu's words It is the voice of subjugation. If you say Su Shi, if you don't agree with the rhythm, you can't write it as a word...

Professor Gao said with a smile, "I have generally read it. Although most of it is unofficial history, it should be true. Layman Yi An's "Ci Lun" is now in the world. I am afraid that there will be a lot of excitement in the circle."

Now there are only a few professors, so there are mixed praises and criticisms, and each has something to say.

For a while, several teachers seemed to be arguing.

Mu Qingyun laughed, and quickly comforted him: "Li Qingzhao's words are indeed thorny, a bit blunt. Compared with Li and Tang Dynasty's Ci, it has entered a state of elegance. Li Qingzhao is proficient in rhythm. She thinks that Ci is musical. It only works if you can sing it out, which is completely contrary to Su Shi’s point of view.”

"Su Shi has always been unrestrained, a little childish. If he could see Li Qingzhao, he would not mind Li Qingzhao's evaluation of his poems."

Therefore, everyone should not complain about the ancients.

Mu Qingyun and several teachers talked calmly.

The group of students outside the door listened endlessly, but they were all reluctant to leave. They only thought that what the teachers and this classmate were talking about was very interesting, like a big show.

Gao Xiaowei was sitting on the cold chair, their laughter and talking in his ears drilled into his mind little by little.

Only a few words were written messily on the computer screen, and the cursor flickered, as if it was the greatest mockery of him.

For a moment, he felt that there was no warmth in his body, and his reaction ability seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and he didn't even have the strength to turn around and run away.

After talking for a long time, Qiao Wenshu looked at the time, looked up at Gao Xiaowei's answer on the big screen, fell silent for a moment, and pressed his eyebrows: "Student Gao, you still want to say that you wrote this article?"

Gao Xiaowei took a deep breath and said coldly, "Of course."

Qiao Wenshu and his party felt a little unbelievable.

Gao Xiaowei gritted his teeth and said, "This article is just something I got occasionally. I am just a beginner in history."

Everyone: "..."

Mu Qingyun laughed all of a sudden, without having to ask Teacher Qiao, she explained the notebook she had lost openly.

She didn't memorize the whole text, but refined the language, summed it up in a very orderly manner, and added some knowledge points that she hadn't had time to write down.

"This note is my recent study of history. I wrote down the key points, main points, and supplements and guesses on the vague knowledge points in current historical research. It's just a family opinion."

After Mu Qingyun finished speaking, the whole room was silent.

Several teachers are not fools, the situation has long been clear.

(End of this chapter)