Chapter 815： Learn this poem 1

Brush up!

With a stroke of Lin Feng's big pen, he wrote this poem in the lesson plan of Old Man Wang. ~~щww~suimеng~lā!

Old man Wang took it in his hand and couldn't help but praised, "Good poetry! I didn't expect that people now can write such ancient poetry. Moreover, I am still a student of Wang Weimin's class."

"Teacher Wang praised, this is also your credit!"

He said this with a smile, but Lin Feng made no mistake. If it weren't for the troubles of Old Man Wang, he wouldn't have thought of writing such a love poem.

"Huh? Why doesn't this poem have a name? Lin Feng, didn't you choose a name?" Old man Wang saw that Lin Feng still wrote the four sentences and twenty-eight words written by him, but did not have the name of the poem. So he asked suspiciously.

"En! Teacher Wang, I haven't figured out the name of the poem yet! So I didn't write it down." Lin Feng answered honestly.

Upon hearing this, the old man Wang became interested, and said timidly, "Would you like this? Lin Feng, the teacher cheekily gave you a name for this good poem?"

"Okay! Then there is Teacher Wang Lao."

Although Lin Feng didn't particularly like Old Man Wang's weird temper, he still respected him as his teacher after all.

"Then I'm not welcome, Lin Feng, this poem of yours expresses a firm affection for your lover. Then, how about I take you a ‘vow’? The vow of each other!"

The old man Wang said cheerfully, and even learned to look like a young man, giving him a thumbs-up thumbs up for his own wit.

"Oath? It's pretty good! Teacher Wang, let's call this poem!"

Hearing the name of the poem that Old Man Wang said, Lin Feng also nodded, feeling ‘quite’ appropriate, and then said with a smile, “Now, Teacher Wang, can I go back to my seat and listen to your lecture?”

"Yes! Yes! Lin Feng, sit back soon! The teacher also wants to thank you, for writing such a good poem, it really opened the teacher's eyes!"

Old man Wang had completely forgotten that when Lin Feng was late to enter the classroom, he planned to make things difficult for Lin Feng.

"Crazy man, you are so awesome! You can even write ancient poems, you deserve to be my boss Zhang Zhen!"

As soon as he returned to his seat, Zhang Zhen in the corner couldn't help but poked his head to flatter.

"Come on! Zhang Zhen, I am familiar with the three hundred Tang poems, and I know it naturally. It's just a little trick." Lin Feng said modestly with a smile.

Xiao Nishang, who is at the same table, did say sourly at this time, "It's not just writing a love poem on the spot, Lin Feng, you are really nothing."

"Yes, yes... Crazy girl, I'm not really good at it. But, then you can tell me what is good?"

Hearing the crazy girl Xiao Nishang opposing herself again, Lin Feng looked at her upset and said.

"Lin Feng, if you also write a similar love poem to me. I said you have the ability, how about it?" Xiao Nishang suddenly changed a smiling face, blinked and looked at Lin Feng.

"Cut! Crazy girl, do you want me to write a poem for you to say clearly! Why do you want to scribble around and do it... When you are leaving Zhi'an the next day, I will write a farewell poem for you, how about?" Lin Feng said cheerfully.

"I don't want a farewell poem, Lin Feng, I also want a love poem. You have to write a poem like this one for Qin Yanran."

Xiao Nichang's stubborn temper came again and said.

"That won't work, I have nothing to do with you. Love poems are for lovers, and I can't write them for you." Lin Feng shook his head.

"What? No! I want love poems, I don't care, Lin Feng...Anyway, you owe me a love poem, you can do it yourself! Humph!"

Xiao Nishang took out his assassin again, and said with a slight smile, "Otherwise, the matter between you and Teacher Xu..."

"It has to be... Hush! Crazy girl, can you not help being so mean and sinister! Using this to threaten me all day long...the next day I suddenly became overwhelmed with compassion and sentiment, so I reluctantly wrote a poem. How about giving you love poems?" Lin Feng had to compromise.

"What is another day? I don't care, I want it today." Xiao Nishang insisted.

"Today? Crazy girl, do you fart when you write poetry? Say yes? No...Fart also pay attention to the feeling. Anyway, writing poetry requires inspiration, especially love poems, you must only write when you are in love. It comes out. You want me to write a song to you. It is absolutely impossible. Even if you kill me, I can't write it." Lin Feng also said shamelessly.

"But you didn't write it out just now? It only took a total of tens of seconds, and it took three steps." Xiao Nishang said again.

"That's different. Just now, it was a flood of creativity and inspiration! Now my inspiration is exhausted and I can't write it. I can only do it another day, if you like it or not, I can't help it."

Lin Feng spread his hands and said.

"Huh! Okay! Anyway, you owe me a love poem, and you will give it to me sooner or later."

Although there is no love poem written by Ma Yao Dao Lin Feng for himself, Xiao Nishang still said contentedly.

"This crazy girl really looks like a sticky ointment ‘medicine’! I can’t get rid of it, it always takes advantage of me! Now even a poem is needed..."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, and then raised his head to look at the blackboard on the podium, but he was shocked, and saw that the language teacher, Mr. Wang, was copying every word of the poem Lin Feng had just written on the blackboard. .

"What's the matter? What is the old man Wang going to do?" Lin Feng frowned, not sure what old man Wang was going to do.

Qin Yanran, who was sitting in the front row, was moved to tears. She turned her head and smiled and nodded at Lin Feng, and shook her phone secretly, meaning that Lin Feng could read the text messages.

"SMS? Yanran texted me?"

Quickly picked up the mobile phone Lin Feng found that a text message came, because just before entering the classroom, Lin Feng turned the phone to mute, so he did not hear the prompt sound of the text message.

This text message, as expected, was sent by Qin Yanran and wrote

"Lin Feng, thank you. I like this poem very, very much. This time it is finally your token of love for me? Love you づ╭~"

At the end of the message, there was also an expression of "kiss", including Qin Yanran's "love you", which made Lin Feng's whole heart sore. Qin Yanran had never shown her love to him so clearly. It seemed that this love poem really moved her.

When Lin Feng was about to reply to Qin Yanran with a'flesh' text message, the old man Wang at the podium finished the poem, and then very excitedly yelled to the students below, "Students, Classmate Lin Feng just wrote such a good poem. Now, there are less than five minutes left, let us study this poem by Classmate Lin Feng!"

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