Jiang Zhe’s current high school Chinese is only at the junior level, and it takes 10,000 dim sum to be filled. Therefore, it is naturally impossible to be filled.

"I was careless and didn't flash!"

Jiang Zhe sighed and glanced at the price in the system. He could afford to upgrade from primary to advanced.

So he bought the upgrade without hesitation.

In fact, what Jiang Zhe didn’t know was that high school Chinese (primary) could already allow him to master all basic Chinese knowledge and his academic performance reached the top.

By reaching intermediate skills, you can be the best in the school and become a top student.

After upgrading to advanced, it is not an exaggeration to call him a scholar! All the contents within the scope of the exam will not defeat him.

As for the master and master-level skill books that follow, they are no longer prepared for students. If you learn it, you can integrate it and become the top Chinese teacher in the country!

Therefore, after Jiang Zhe learned the advanced skills book, he still didn’t know how terrible his Chinese level was at this time!

He only knew that when he wanted to write poetry, his mind was particularly clear and countless rich words naturally appeared in his mind.

Poetry, songs, classical Chinese essays, as long as he wants, he can blurt out anytime.

Jiang Zhe picked up the chalk, turned around and looked at Liu Jin with a smile, and Zhang Yan, who was watching the show on the side.

Jiang Zhe curled his lips and asked Liu Jin: "Teacher Liu, do you have any requirements for the content of this poem?"

Liu Jin shook his head and said lightly: "It's really too harsh to ask for your content! Well, just be able to write the words."

He had no expectation for Jiang Zhe's poems. In other words, as long as Jiang Zhe could write four sentences on the blackboard and ensure that each sentence was seven words and smooth, Liu Jin would be very pleased.

"There is no content requirement, right? Then I will be free to play."

Jiang Zhe thought about it and turned his head to look at Su Xiaoya.

Su Xiaoya was staring at him with curiosity at this moment, wondering why he had the courage to come on stage!

At this time, she happened to meet Jiang Zhe's look back. She quickly turned her head to the side and muttered in her heart: Why are you staring at me? You can't cheat for you at this time!

When Jiang Zhe saw Su Xiaoya's beautiful side face and the nervousness and dodging of the little daughter, a feeling of pity and pampering arises in his heart.

So, a smile slowly raised the corner of his mouth, turned around, and wrote a seven-character regulated poem on the blackboard in a casual manner.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

Chalk fell heavily on the blackboard, white chalk shavings fell on the ground, and a small poem slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was dissatisfied with Jiang Zhe at first.

I thought he would just make a fool of himself when he came to the stage, but even if he wrote something, it was probably the level of "one, two, three, four, six, seven, eighty, ninety, hook circle, K-tip."

But I didn’t expect that after writing, the first sentence actually gave people a very elegant feeling.

"I miss the beauty in my heart"

Liu Jin's eyes lit up, "This sentence looks OK, at least smooth!"

"Love the maple leaves on the evening pavilion"

When the second sentence came out, the students in the class had already started to talk in a low voice.

"Hey? These two sentences from Jiang Zhe seem to be OK! Did you copy them?"

"I don't know, but at his level, he doesn't seem to be able to write poetry."

"But if this was really written by him, these two sentences would be much better than Zhang Yan!"

Zhang Yan is not a deaf person, so he can naturally hear the comments from his classmates.

The muscles on his face hopped, and he forced himself to hold back his anger and continued to watch.

It must have been copied!

He thought so in his mind.

"Xiaozhu sways in spring evening"

As soon as the third line of poem came out, everyone could no longer stop the surprise in their eyes!

"I'll go, it's pretty! I can't write these three sentences, it's a bit like an ancient poem!"

"Where did Jiang Zhe copy it? He actually had the heart to recite poems, it was amazing!"

Su Xiaoya's eyes were filled with surprise, because the first word in the third sentence was in her name.

Jiang Zhexin drew a stroke on the blackboard in a casual manner and completed the last line of poem.

"Ya Xing Niao Wan Zhuan Shu"

He threw the chalk head in his hand back to the table, then clapped his hands and glanced at Zhang Yan in a faint way: "I have written the poem, when will you eat the textbook?"

Awesomeness came from the class. Although Jiang Zhe's words were unfair, the poem felt like it was a great style!

Not to mention anything else, with the level of the classmates in the class, I can’t write it at all!

"Damn it, it actually rhymes when you read it! And it looks quite amazing. Jiang Zheniu!"

"Did you copy it? I don't believe it was written by him."

"Yes, if he really wrote it himself, then he would be too strong!"

The quality of this poem is too high, and it doesn't look like the level of a middle school student at all. So no one believes that this was written by Jiang Zhe himself.

Zhang Yan glanced at Jiang Zhe, heard the students' doubts in his ears, and also sneered.

He hugged his shoulders, sighed and shook his head, "Take it down! This is impossible for you to write it! Just you, Jiang Zhe? Haha, don't you ask anyone in our class to believe it?"

Jiang Zhe smiled and turned to look at Su Xiaoya, "Su Xiaoya, do you believe it?"

Su Xiaoya looked at the poem carefully, and suddenly her beautiful big eyes opened up round, and then her face turned red like a cooked shrimp! She didn't dare to answer Jiang Zhe's question, so she quickly buried her head deeply.

"The heartbeat value from Su Xiaoya is 666"

Jiang Zhe smiled even stronger, and she discovered the mystery of this poem.

When Zhang Yan saw that Jiang Zhe did not answer his questions, he thought Jiang Zhe was guilty and pointed at him even more proudly and said, "You are too much doing this! The teacher asked us to write our own poems. What's the point of copying others? Yes, Teacher Liu?"

He turned around and complained to Liu Jin, hoping to use Liu Jin to teach Jiang Zhe a good lesson!

But unexpectedly, after Liu Jin raised his glasses and read Jiang Zhe's poem carefully, his eyes showed a playful look.

He looked at Jiang Zhe carefully and nodded in appreciation.

"He must have written this poem himself, right!"

When Zhang Yan heard this, his pupils shrank, and he shouted in disbelief: "How is this possible! How could he write such a good poem?"

The students also whispered, looking disbelief.

"How could it be written by him?"

"Jiang Zhe's performance is so poor, is he of such a level?"

"Teacher Liu actually believed it, it's too fake, right?"

Faced with everyone's doubts, Liu Jin smiled faintly and pointed at all the classmates with a prophet look.

"shallow!"

"You can take a closer look at this poem and find out if there is any familiarity!"
Chapter completed!