Chapter 374 "Ode to the Frog"

The Fajia Club is the largest literary club in the Imperial College of Wu State, and is in charge of the thoughts of the Legalists. The president Fang Junjie was not only the grandson of Fang Zhengxin, the grand tutor of the dynasty of the dynasty, but his own ideological cultivation was extremely profound, and he also had a Legalist thunder pool in his hands.

Therefore, the invitation to literary and social poetry from the Fajia Society can be said to be the highest-level poetry meeting in the entire Imperial College except for the poetry meeting initiated by the Jijiu Teacher.

In the morning just now, almost most of the Imperial College students gathered in the Fajia Society's palace. All the students were proud to be able to enter the Fajia Society's poetry gathering.

"Sulin, look at the Fajia Club here. The Fajia Club's office is big enough! If our Sujia Club can become the number one literary club, we can squeeze the Fajia Club out of this prefecture! But that's still quite far away... Our credits are only a little bit..."

When Su Ye saw the students of the Imperial College who were coming in a row, he sighed.

"Brother Ye! Don't worry... There will be such a day, isn't it just credits? From tomorrow, we will start doing tasks and breaking the maze, so I don't believe it. After breaking all the mazes outside the Jiuji Temple, will it not be able to surpass this Fajia Club?"

Su Lin sat down in the pavilion beside the pond by the lake and looked at the scenery beside the pond. It was still very good. Especially in early spring, the willows began to spit out green buds, and all kinds of small animals in hibernation have recovered their vitality.

"Isn't the poetry meeting held today? Why hasn't anyone started hosting and writing poetry? Just sit and eat and watch the scenery, without any meaning!"

The dragon princess sat next to Su Lin, picked up a few exquisite pastries on the table and chewed them, and said boredly.

"The eldest princess wait a little. It is estimated that the guests here have not arrived yet. According to the general process, it should be about noon to write and savor each other's poems... At that time, Fang Junjie, the president of the Legal Club, will definitely come out to host the poetry meeting..."

Su Ye smiled and said.

"Yes! Brother Ye, this time the poetry meeting, I guess... these people will focus on what poems I write, but this time! Haha... I don't plan to write any amazing poems!"

Su Lin looked at the pond, willows, and a little frog next to the pond. He suddenly remembered a poem that was not very good, but was in line with the situation.

"Oh? Su Lin, you are a famous talented man far and wide. The author of Zhenguo Poetry. If you didn't write a Zhenguo Poetry today, I'm afraid those people would say that your name is not worthy of your name, right?"

When Su Ye heard Su Lin's words, Su Ye said worriedly.

"It's okay! I have written so many poems in the country. This time I just write one poem. If they want to talk about it, just talk about it! I can't slander me. What's my strength is not something they praise."

Su Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, and a poem in Zhihai was brewing.

"Sulin. You have already figured out what poems to write? I heard that you are very good at writing poetry... Last time, the spring breeze scissors almost cut me into two pieces. Today, you shouldn't take out that poem again, right? That poem seems to be called "Ode to Willow". It is obviously the branches and leaves of willow trees, but it can actually become such a powerful spring breeze scissors under the influence of your country-controlling poems..."

Speaking of the poems written by Su Lin in the country, the dragon princess said with a resentful look on her face. Last time she was on the edge of the Yellow River, Su Lin's spring breeze scissors caused her to suffer a lot, so today when she heard that Su Lin was going to write poems, she felt a little sad and asked Su Lin curiously.

"Haha! Ao Xin, you still remember the pair of spring breeze scissors! But today I won't chant the willows, but I want to chant other things, such as... hehe! Some inconspicuous little animals..."

As Su Lin said, he glanced at a little frog by the pond, which looked very interesting.

At this time, the other 100 students from the Imperial College who were invited were already sitting there, and the pavilions and pavilions were filled with them, which was very lively.

"Brother Huang! I haven't seen you for a long time... I heard that your literary club has been doing tasks in the wilderness recently... I will definitely gain a lot!"

"Where are there! We just killed a few monsters and found some small thought veins..."

"That's not a great harvest? Haha! This time it seems that your literary club's strength and ranking will be ranked several more again!"

"I dare not be it! I dare not be it! I heard that this time, a genius who has not been published in the Imperial College has come to our Imperial College for a thousand years! Is it the Su Lin who wrote the poems of the country?"

"Not him, who else... He has come today's poetry meeting, and the Sushe he established sat in the front seat, which shows that even the Fajiashe attaches great importance to Su Lin..."

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Such conversations are common in the pavilion at this time. Some of the cultural societies in the Imperial College have hostile relationships, while others have alliance relationships, and some even some cultural societies temporarily combine to do some difficult tasks together. Many of the tasks issued in the sacrificial halls are going to dangerous wilderness, so is it still very large? It is not so easy for students in the Imperial College to get credits.

Many students from the Imperial College who had just returned from the wilderness did not see Su Lin's majesty breaking the formation and the yesterday's breaking the killing and shattering formation. So at this time, they also asked about Su Lin's reality and reality from their familiar classmates.

Especially today is a poetry meeting. Su Lin's poetry is well-known, and it inevitably became the focus of the entire poetry meeting from the beginning. No one did not pay attention to Su Lin's.

"Haha! Brother Ye, it seems that our reputation as a Su Society has been made. Look at the students of other literary clubs, they can't help looking at us..."

Su Lin was used to seeing this, and was not surprised. However, the pastries on this table tasted good. He said to Su Ye with a smile while eating.

"Aren't you all the genius presidents? But... Su Lin, I'm afraid these people will be disappointed today and can't see you writing poems for the country. You only plan to use a poem to deal with it casually, and it is probably a genius that these people will doubt your genius." Su Ye also smiled.

"Haha! That won't be. Although my poem is not a poem about governing the country, the domineering aura contained in it is enough to shock them all..."

Su Lin said with a smile, and then looked at Fang Junjie who was walking back from outside. He knew that the poetry meeting was about to begin, and Fang Junjie was about to start preparing to host the poetry meeting.

"Dear classmates, Fang is honored to be able to come to the New Year poetry meeting hosted by my Fajia Club. Today we are all together. Looking at the spring scenery in the pond, I guess everyone is already full of poetry, right?"

Although Fang Junjie is the president of the Legal Society, he temporarily acted as the host at this time and said politely, "And today... we are fortunate to invite a genius poet from our Wu Kingdom to Su Lin, the president of the Sushe who repeatedly wrote shocking poems such as "Yanqiu Ci" and "Praise the Farmer"."

In the opening lyrics, Fang Junjie pointed to the position where Su Lin was sitting and introduced him grandly. So everyone's eyes also focused on Su Lin at this moment.

"President Fang is too proud. I just have occasional inspiration to write poems about the country. However, I seem to have forgotten to bring inspiration today, and I am afraid I will disappoint you today..."

With so many people watching over, Su Lin could not be indifferent, so he stood up and bowed and said humbly.

"President Su is too modest. Who doesn't know that every poem of President Su must be a country. It's like on the way to the capital, I heard that President Fang also wrote a poem "Ode to Willows" full of spring vitality..."

Next to Su Lin, a student from the "Renyi Society" immediately stood up and bowed to Su Lin and said.

"That's it! President Su, today we must write a poem about the country! We are all waiting to see it! It must be shocking enough to write the poem about the country when it is written on the scene!"

"That's right! President Su, we have long admired Daming. We finally saw it today. How can we not open our eyes?"

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The students from other literary clubs also clamored. Of course, most of them sincerely hoped to see Su Lin write poems about the country, while the other part naturally felt sour, wanting to force Su Lin to write poems, and then hope to see the embarrassment that Su Lin could not write.

"Did you see it? President Su, this is what everyone hopes for... Why not, just do it like this! At this poetry meeting, let's ask President Su to be the first to write a poem! Do you have any opinions?"

Fang Junjie was very satisfied with the performance of other students in the cultural society, so he called out as his master.

"No problem, we would like to hear about President Su's masterpiece!"

"President Su, we are all waiting! Please write a poem..."

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The poems of Zhenguo are not so easy to write! Although Su Lin has repeatedly proved to the world that the poems of Zhenguo are just readily written in his hands, many people still don’t believe them.

"Since that's the case, it's hard to stop the kindness..."

Su Lin seemed to have expected this result for a long time. He laughed and stopped ruling. He picked up the ordinary Wenbao brush on the table. The holy power in his wisdom trick surged and turned into holy power ink. He gently stained it and began to write:

"Ode to the Frog"

Sitting alone in the pond like a tiger,

Raise spirit under the green poplar trees.

I won't speak first when spring comes,

Which insect dares to make a sound?” (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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