Han Yeshenghua's face was quite proud at first, but she thought to herself that this kid could not show off in front of his powerful talent.

However, when he heard Su Xun say the following sentence, he combined with Su Xun's somewhat humble expression.

Han Yeshenghua suddenly realized that this person might not be praising him, what he said should be a slander.

Suddenly, Han Yeshenghua's face changed a little, and he only heard him say, "What, do you have any other opinions? You can tell me."

Su Xun smiled and said slowly: "I just want to know, what is the so-called depth?"

"Of course, don't look at the four sentences, but it contains a certain sense of life and thoughts about love. It's thought-provoking, but there is still some depth."

While speaking, Han Yeshenghua looked arrogant, and at the same time he said, "Of course, you are a middle school student, and you can only write essays at most."

"I don't know much about other literature, so I can forgive you. Young people have a long way to go in the future and study hard."

He looked earnest, as if he was several levels higher than Su Xun. This guy didn't forget to educate Su Xun, and no matter how he looked, he felt that he was worthy of the draw.

Fortunately, Su Xun was not so angry at this time. Instead, he said: "Sorry, when it comes to poetry, I know better than you."

"Your poems have some level, but they are not very good. At best, it's average."

As soon as these words were said, although Su Xun was quite calm, the others were not calm and looked at Su Xun with shocked eyes.

I thought to myself that this kid had drunk fake wine or lost his ambition, and dared to say anything?

He actually said that he knew poetry better than a famous writer like Han Yeshenghua. He said that Han Yeshenghua's level is just that, even a master in the literary world, he would probably not dare to say this casually.

It seems a little strange to say it from a middle school student.

Many people frowned, thinking that Su Xun said that Han Yeshenghua was too arrogant as a high school student.

At this time, teachers from other schools mocked him: "Oh, you Linjiang No. 1 Middle School are really talented, and your tone is so big that you are scary."

"If you say that your level is higher than that of a professional writer, if you have the ability, please write a poem for everyone to see how good you are."

"Yes, if you have the ability, you will write one, and you will compare what you think."

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Other schools have seen Linjiang No. 1 Middle School have a little misunderstanding. It is normal for them to take this opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

People are very complicated, and most people live for the sake of profit.

Han Yeshenghua looked at Su Xun with disdain, and then he said, "That's right, come and write a poem for me to see what the poem you write is like if you are a person with a higher level than me."

Zhang Tianze also realized something was wrong. It seemed that what Su Xun said just now was so arrogant, as if he was going to make the scene stiff.

If this continues, it will probably not end well. Su Xun is still too young and has a little impulsive temperament.

Just when Zhang Tianze wanted to go up and help Su Xun smooth the scene, Su Xun suddenly said, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll write a poem for you to see."

"He actually wants to write poetry?"

Zhang Tianze was shocked and thought to himself that this was a joke, could ordinary people write that thing?

I thought Su Xun was too angry, so I agreed directly with impulse, so Zhang Tianze quickly said, "Su Xun, don't be impulsive, how could you write that thing?"

Very few middle school students have come into contact with poetry because this kind of thing is not encouraged. Generally speaking, there is a saying in terms of composition requirements: "There is no limit on style, except for poetry."

This shows that poetry does not require mastery, and middle school students are not encouraged to write poetry, otherwise there would be no score for writing essays directly.

Because this thing is indeed difficult. You look simple, but it is not the same thing. It is too difficult to create an artistic conception in just a few words.

Most poems are not called poetry at all, they are just whining without any illness. Writing them will only make everyone feel disgusted.

When he heard that Su Xun was really going to write a poem, Zhang Tianze was frightened. You can't be so impulsive, otherwise you wouldn't be able to write it out for a while, which would be so embarrassing.

This thing is much more difficult than writing, and it is not easy to write. Not everyone is as powerful as Han Yeshenghua, and can be written directly in a few minutes.

However, Su Xun smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, don't worry, I know it in my heart."

Han Yeshenghua still looked as if she was smiling but not smiling. He felt that Su Xun was forcibly pretending, but unfortunately, if she was so pretentious, there would always be times when she couldn't pretend.

So he said, "Okay, since you are so confident, then come on, please let me see something at a high level."

"Take the paper and pen!"

Su Xun didn't bother to stop, so he took the paper and pen over. After thinking about it for about a minute, he probably had an idea in his mind.

Su Xun said: "Since the great writer just now wrote about love, then I will write "Mother's Love"."

Everyone didn't say anything after hearing this. My mother's love was not enough just to listen to this name, because they were almost broken, and they could write something deeper.

I'm afraid only people who are not good at writing this kind of thing.

But no one said anything. Don't worry if you have any ideas. Now is not a joke. After he finishes writing, he can start.

Su Xun's writing was like a god. In two minutes, he wrote it almost the same. It gave people the feeling that he used less time than Han Yeshenghua just used it.

When Su Xun said that he had finished writing, someone was already shaking his head secretly, thinking that this young man had already entered a misunderstanding.

He kept trying to compete with Han Yeshenghua, and even wanted to compete in speed. How could this be possible? Han Ye is a real man in five seconds. Who can be faster than him?

Ahem, to be serious, writing poetry is actually not easy, and it is even more difficult than writing an essay.

In a few minutes, it was nonsense. How many minutes could Han Yeshenghua write it out? That was because he probably had a draft in his heart.

In addition, he has a certain level, so he can succeed.
Chapter completed!