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Jinling University, the sophomore year of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature, Class 01.

The laughter in the class shook the sky, and the cause of all this was because Qin Chen interpreted an ancient poem.

It is not so much an ancient poem as it is a joke.

And it's the kind of hilarious.

Gao Lan, the head teacher, watched the students laugh more and more disgustingly, and his expression gradually became colder.

"Quiet! Qin Chen, you are too presumptuous, you dare to make trouble in my class!" Gao Lan said coldly.

Qin Chen shrugged, "Teacher, what I said is the truth, this is the true meaning of this poem."

"Teacher, if you say I made trouble, what do you mean by saying that this is an ancient poem?"

"hiss..."

Qin Chen actually bluntly contradicted Gao Lan at this moment, making the students present not laugh for a while, but took a sigh of relief.

Although Gao Lan is only the Chinese teacher of Class 01, she is also the head teacher of this class at the same time.

She has just taken over Class 01 and is eager to establish a prestige.

How dare this Qin Chen collide with the class teacher like this?

Together with Xu Xiaohua at the table, she also pulled Qin Chen's sleeves and told him not to make trouble anymore with her small eyes.

But Qin Chen gently shook off her little hand and said softly: "It's okay, look at me."

Regardless of Qin Chen's interpretation of this poem, but Qin Chen dares to be so presumptuous in Gao Lan's class, Gao Lan will never tolerate what he does.

This Qin Chen is nothing more than a scumbag. He really thought the math teacher had praised him in his ear.

Qin Chen is about to go to heaven.

Don't forget, this is the Chinese Department, no matter how good your math is, what's the use?

If you don't have a solid knowledge of this major, you still won't be able to graduate, and won't be recognized by the outside world.

Gao Lan resisted his anger, "Student Qin Chen, since you are so confident, take out the ancient poems you collected and have a look!"

Gao Lan knew in his heart that Qin Chen, a scumbag, usually played games and soaked in Internet cafes during get out of class and after class.

Where do you know any ancient poems, most of them have not been collected.

As long as Qin Chen said that he hadn't collected it, or that the collected ancient poems were very poor.

Then Gao Lan has an excuse.

There are excuses to reprimand Qin Chen, and there are excuses to call Qin Chen's parents to come, and report to the school to criticize Qin Chen's whole school.

At that time, see if you dare to confront me.

"You dare to make trouble in my class, I don't think you have died." Gao Lan said inwardly.

Seeing the class teacher Gao Lan said so, the other students all cast sympathetic glances at Qin Chen.

"Now Qin Chen is going to finish playing. He usually only knows to play games to sleep, and he certainly didn't collect ancient poems."

"Hehe, even if Qin Chen collects it, don't forget that Teacher Gao is a Chinese teacher, and you just pick the brushes in Qin Chen's ancient poems."

"Yeah, as long as Teacher Gao Lan wants to find faults, it's useless for Qin Chen to find ancient poems, now Qin Chen can be mixed up."

......

The students talked a lot and used everything, but without exception, they all thought that Qin Chen was cold this time.

In the next second, Qin Chen stood on his seat and stood up with a "swipe".

Apparently, he was preparing to answer Gao Lan's question.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the classmates focused on Qin Chen.

There are sympathy in these eyes, but also contempt and ridicule.

Most of the sympathetic gazes came from the students in the back row, and they were scumbags just like Qin Chen.

The scornful look came from the students with good academic performance in the front row.

As students with excellent grades, they are born with a sense of superiority and pride.

And sacred and inviolable.

You, Qin Chen, are just a scumbag. Being at the bottom of the class, you dare to learn from others playing tricks in class.

It's alright now, Teacher Gao Lan asks questions personally, even if you don't want to answer Qin Chen, you can't do it.

They didn't think that Qin Chen could answer any answers, even if they said later, they are probably not very good ancient poems.

Qin Chen didn't have time to take care of the thoughts of the whole class at the moment. He did not speak for a while, and was still thinking about choosing the ancient poem from the previous life.

After all, there were Tang poetry and Song poetry in the previous life, and there were Tang and Song dynasties, which gave birth to a shining poet.

Correspondingly, there are too many good ancient poems.

At this moment, Qin Chen really didn't know which one was better to recite.

Gao Lan and the other students didn't know Qin Chen's thoughts at the moment.

Seeing Qin Chen's delay in answering, they thought he couldn't tell.

Wang Panpan, the representative of the Chinese class who was blushed by Qin Chen's face earlier, mocked, "Qin Chen, didn't you say that the ancient poems I chose were stupid?"

"Then you are telling the ancient poems you collected and let everyone listen to it. Hey, I can't think of it for so long, maybe it's not there."

Qin Chen, "..."

Seeing that Qin Chen hadn't spoken yet, Gao Lan also thought in her heart that it must have not been collected.

There was a look of expectation just now, and it gradually solidified.

After thinking about it, Qin Chen finally chose an ancient poem by Li Bai.

"Hey!"

"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are so many divergent roads, so I'm here today?...How dazed is the founding of the country!"

"...I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone!"

A Song of Shu Dao by Li Bai is difficult, it was slightly adapted by Qin Chen, and Lang Lang recited it by heart.

Qin Chen paused every word and read it out in his magnetic and strong voice.

Suddenly, like Huang Zhongda Lu, shocked and deaf!

Qin Chen recites it emotionally, completely different from what Wang Panpan recites according to the words.

After reading this poem, all the classmates only felt their scalp numb. The inner rhythm of this ancient poem was fully utilized by Qin Chen.

Rao was Gao Lan, a Chinese teacher, and was completely impressed by Qin Chen at this time.

Just now Gao Lan was going to take the opportunity to find Qin Chen, but now it seems that Qin Chen has been slapped in the face.

Not only was Gao Lan unable to spot the slightest fault with Qin Chen, he was also numb and excited by Qin Chen's ancient poem.

"Qin Chen, where did you find this ancient poem?" Gao Lan's lips lightly opened.

Qin Chen, "I wrote it myself."

Qin Chen didn't lie, it was him that this ancient poem, and he pieced together several ancient poems by Li Bai.

In this case, isn't it Qin Chen who wrote it himself?

Gao Lan naturally would not believe Qin Chen's words.

She thought Qin Chen was still breathing with her.

After a pause ~www.readwn.com~Gao Lan, "Then can you tell me, what is the meaning of this ancient poem?"

Gao Lan was really shocked by Qin Chen's ancient poem just now, thinking she was also a high-achieving student who graduated with a major in Chinese.

In the course of her professional Chinese teaching and research these years, she has never seen such magnificent ancient poems.

This shouldn't be reasonable.

Gao Lan guessed in her heart that this might be where Qin Chen found it.

This is a major discovery.

After all, the ancient poems of the Dragon Kingdom are not perfect, and there are many isolated or incomplete copies, scattered all over the place! ! !

It is not easy for them, who specialize in research, to collect them.

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