Swish, brush, brush!

With one stroke of his pen, Lin Feng wrote this poem on Old Man Wang's lesson plan.

Old Wang took it in his hand and looked at it, and couldn't help but praise it: "What a poem! I never thought that people today can write such ancient poetry. Moreover, he is still a student in my class, Wang Weimin."

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"Teacher Wang, you deserve the award. This is also your credit!"

Lin Feng said this with a smile, but he was right. If it weren't for Old Man Wang making things difficult, he would not have thought of writing such a love poem.

"Eh? Why doesn't this poem have a name? Lin Feng, didn't you give it a name?" Old Man Wang saw that Lin Feng still wrote the four sentences and twenty-eight words he wrote, but there was no name for the poem.

So he asked doubtfully.

"Yes! Teacher Wang, I haven't thought of the title of this poem yet! So I didn't write it down." Lin Feng answered honestly.

As soon as he heard this, Old Man Wang became interested and said in a curious tone: "How about this? Lin Feng, the teacher is shameless enough to give you a name for this good poem?"

"Okay! Then there's Teacher Lao Wang."

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

"Then I'm not polite, Lin Feng. This poem of yours expresses your firm affection for your lover. Then how about I give you an 'oath'? An oath of oath to each other!"

Old Man Wang said cheerfully, and even imitated the young man's behavior, giving a thumbs up to praise his own wit.

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

Hearing the name of the poem mentioned by Old Man Wang, Lin Feng nodded, thinking it was quite appropriate, and then said with a smile, "Now, Teacher Wang, can I go back to my seat and listen to your lecture?"

"Okay! Okay! Lin Feng, please sit back quickly! The teacher also wants to thank you. You wrote such a good poem, which really opened the teacher's eyes!"

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

"Madman, you are so awesome! You can even write ancient poems. You are worthy of being my boss, Zhang Zhen!"

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

"Come on! Zhang Zhen, I have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, so I can do it naturally. It's just a small skill." Lin Feng said modestly with a smile.

Xiao Nishang, who was at the same table, did say sourly at this time: "You just wrote a love poem on the spot. Lin Feng, you really have no ability."

"Yes, yes... Crazy girl, this is not really my skill. But tell me, what is my skill?"

Hearing again that the crazy girl Xiao Nichang was against him, Lin Feng looked at her unhappily and said.

"Lin Feng, how about you write a similar love poem to me and I'll tell you that you have the ability?" Xiao Nichang suddenly changed his smile, blinked and looked at Lin Feng.

"Tch! Crazy girl, if you want me to write a poem for you, just say so! Why are you beating around the bush? It's okay... When you leave Zhi'an City another day, I will write you a farewell poem. How about it?

Lin Feng said cheerfully.

"I don't want a farewell poem, Lin Feng. I also want a love poem. Just like this one for Qin Yanran, "Oath of Alliance," you have to write one for me too."

Xiao Nishang's stubborn temper rose again and she said.

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

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

Xiao Nishang took out her trump card again, smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise, I will do anything about you and Teacher Xu..."

"Yes, yes...shhh! Crazy girl, can you not be so despicable and insidious! You threaten me with this all day long, okay, okay...one day I suddenly showed mercy and my feelings were overflowing, so I reluctantly wrote a love poem as a gift.

What about you?" Lin Feng had no choice but to compromise.

"What do you mean another day? I don't care, I want it today." Xiao Nichang insisted.

"Today? Crazy girl, do you think writing poetry is farting? Is it true? No... Farting also requires feeling. Anyway, writing poetry requires inspiration, especially love poems, which must be deeply emotional.

You can only write it. If you want me to write you a song right away, that is absolutely impossible. Even if you beat me to death, I won't be able to write it." Lin Feng also cheated.

"But didn't you just write it out? It only took a few dozen seconds and only three steps." Xiao Nichang said again.

"That's different. Just now, I was bursting with ideas and bursting with inspiration! Now my inspiration has dried up and I can't write. I can only write it another day. Whether you like it or not, I have no choice."

Lin Feng spread his hands and said.

"Hmph! That's fine! Anyway, you owe me a love poem, and you'll have to give it to me sooner or later."

Although he didn't immediately ask for the love poem written by Lin Feng for him, Xiao Nichang still said with satisfaction.

"This crazy girl is really like a sticky plaster! She can't get rid of it no matter what. She always wants to take advantage of me! Now she even wants a poem..."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, and then looked up at the blackboard on the podium. He was shocked when he saw the Chinese teacher, Old Man Wang, copying every word of the poem Lin Feng had just written onto the blackboard.

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"What's going on? What is Old Man Wang going to do again?" 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 around and nodded to Lin Feng with a smile, and secretly shook her phone, meaning that Lin Feng could read the text messages on her phone.

"Text message? Yanran sent me a text message?"

Lin Feng hurriedly picked up his phone and found that a text message had indeed arrived. Because Lin Feng had muted his phone just before entering the classroom, he did not hear the text message prompt.

As expected, this text message was sent by Qin Yanran. It read:

"Lin Feng, thank you. I like this poem very much. This time it can be regarded as a token of love from you, right? I love you (づ￣￣)づ╭?~"

The text message contained a blowing kiss at the end, including Qin Yanran's "love you", which made Lin Feng's heart melt. Qin Yanran had never expressed her love to him so clearly before. It seemed that this

A love poem really moved her.

When Lin Feng was about to reply a disgusting text message to Qin Yanran, the old man Wang on the podium finished writing this poem, and then shouted excitedly to the students below: "Classmates, just now, classmate Lin Feng
Chapter completed!