"Who married the sentimental you, who comforted the crybaby you…who tied up your long hair, who made your wedding dress.”The song " My Deskmate " quietly became popular throughout the school, and Li Chencan's name once again resounded throughout the school.
In this era, the internet was very advanced. Someone had recorded " The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk " and posted it on some forums. In an instant, countless comments and emotions flooded in. Many people knew that the author was a talented boy from Chengdu No.1 Middle School.
But at this moment, at this place, Li Chencan was just a boy sitting in the examination hall.
The last subject of the monthly exam was Chinese, which was the same as the college entrance exam.
There were a total of three subjects for the liberal arts students: Mathematics, literature, and language. In this world, the Empire's modern Chinese culture covered the entire world. Only foreigners learned Chinese, and there was no reason for the Chinese to learn a foreign language.
The language examination after the Empire's reform was the most criticized because it was three and a half hours long, and no one was allowed to hand in the paper in advance for the first two hours. Moreover, there was also content like writing ancient poems…
Writing ancient poems actually gave him 30 points, which was only 20 points less than writing essays. This made everyone criticize the Empire for overdoing things to revive ancient poems. However, no matter what, this was still an important test.
Time passed quietly in the examination hall in the afternoon. Although it was an examination, everything made him feel as if he had returned to twenty years ago.
Li Chencan's writing skills were as fast as flying when he was studying mathematics and literature. His brain was twice as smart as before, and he could clearly remember all the contents of the textbooks in his previous life and this life. Naturally, he was invincible in the examination hall.
And now, it was time for Chinese.
After Li Chencan finished writing his essay, he started to read poems.
The requirement was to write travel notes, seven-character poems, and it was best to use alliteration.
For many students, this was something that required them to think hard. Many times, they would only be able to think of poems after trying their best, but they would not be able to use alliteration at all.
Li Chencan recalled the memories of his previous life. He smiled and wrote a poem.
"Are there any good poems for this monthly exam?”
Yu Feng, the Chinese team leader of Li Chencan's grade, was reviewing the Chinese test papers with a few other Chinese teachers when he noticed Principal Wu Chuan coming to the office and asked.
Wu Chuan was a member of the Tianfu Province Ancient Poetry Association and had a Level 2 Ancient Poetry Researcher certificate. He was quite famous in the entire Tianfu Province. He liked ancient poetry the most in his life and usually paid attention to it. However, although the Empire's examinations were not considered examination-oriented education, they were not too far off. Many people wrote ancient poems just to get points and deal with it.
Especially for this kind of monthly test, what kind of good poems could be produced? Therefore, Wu Chuan could only return disappointed again and again.
"No, I haven't." "President Wu, you come here every time. You should be mentally prepared." Yu Feng said helplessly.”Many of the citizens of the empire had a proud character and would not bow down to the principal.
"Didn't you guys only mark two-thirds of the papers? There might still be a chance." Wu Chuan was a little unwilling. Although he already knew in his heart that it was impossible for any good poems to appear here, he still had such hope in his heart.
"The rest are all here." "Why don't you take a look yourself, President Wu?" Yu Feng said to Wu Chuan.”This was only a monthly test, so the grading of the papers was not that strict. Wu Chuan was also the principal, so of course he could take a look.
"Alright, I'll take a look myself." Wu Chuan's hands were a little itchy, so he picked up the test paper and started reading it.
However, just as Yu Feng said, all of them were written in a pile of dog shit. There were even some silly limericks such as 'Mount Tai looks dark from afar, and the top is thin and the bottom is thick'. Wu Chuan was furious. Could it be that the best high school in Tianfu Province produced such a person? Wouldn't the revival of the Empire's ancient prose be far away?
Until he saw a few lines of delicate running-script on the horizontal line.
The name of this poem was 'Returning Boat at Sunset'(The middle part of the poem took up the first rhyme).
"Middle pronunciation, pre-stack rhyme?" Wu Chuan's interest was piqued, but he did not believe that a high school student could really write this well... Perhaps it was just a self-defeating trick.
Looking down…Wu Chuan's disbelief instantly turned into extreme shock!
"The boat of return points to the west of the stone bridge, and the fishing fire and empty river are one word. At the end of the apple tree, the wind and cold are more piercing, and the smoke on the branches of the trees is half of the cage embankment.
Jade floor singing and dancing people just drunk, Qu shore cattle and sheep road to get lost. In the evening I find a lonely inn to stay, Under the blue robe lamp wash spring mud.”
Not only did it occupy the middle part of the poem, but it also had a lot of meaning. This line of poetry described the feeling of rowing a boat in the evening. The seven words of the fishing fire empty river vividly described the empty river scenery. The whole poem conveyed a lonely and empty feeling, making people sink into the mood of writing a poet.
"Who wrote this? Who is it?" Wu Chuan suddenly slammed the table, giving Yu Feng a fright.
Yu Feng sighed inwardly. Could it be that this guy wrote something that offended him, Wu Chuan? However, freedom of speech in the empire. If you could write a poem that could make a name for yourself in the ancient poetry world, he was not worried that this student would anger Wu Chuan...
"Let me see."
Yu Feng looked at the handwriting and wanted to confirm the identity of this student. In that instant, his eyes swept across the poem and he could not help but slam the table."Good poem!"
He finally understood why Wu Chuan was so excited. It turned out that this poem was too well written! The other teachers heard the commotion and came over to take a look. They were instantly amazed.
Wu Chuan even felt a little ashamed. He had the title of a second-level ancient poetry researcher, but if he had to write at this level... he might not even be able to do it.
Hence, Wu Chuan became even more excited." Hurry up and tell me. Who is this?" I want to go and take a look!"
Yu Feng nodded and looked at the handwriting. He couldn't believe it, but this handwriting…could only be Li Chencan's! However, Li Chencan's studies had plummeted. Was it really his?
Yu Feng carefully opened the name that was pasted up and saw that it really was Li Chencan! Wu Chuan himself saw the name Li Chencan and said in surprise,"Didn't Li Chencan's studies plummet? Why did he write such a poem now? However, what was written was written! I'll go and see him now!"
Seeing that Wu Chuan had a good poem, he could not care less about other styles. Yu Feng was very helpless and said,"The students are on holiday today. Let's go tomorrow!”
"Alright." Wu Chuan was a little depressed, but he nodded in agreement. The principal's calmness was once again revealed.
" This is the last monthly exam for everyone in high school. I believe that most of the students are taking it seriously.”On the podium, the homeroom teacher, Zuo Hong, spoke with confidence. She was a woman in her forties, but she liked to wear high-heeled black silk clothes. Unfortunately, her figure was not good, so it was inevitable that she would be disgusted.
"However, there are some students whose grades have dropped severely, but they don't want to work hard. Instead, they spend their days studying unorthodox ways such as writing songs and singing. Everyone had to work hard towards Shuimu University and Yanjing University, not those unorthodox schools!”
Everyone knew that this sentence was referring to Li Chencan.
Li Chencan's " My Deskmate " and " The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Berk " surprised everyone. They also received praises from the school's music teacher, Xue Yang, saying that he had never heard such a beautiful ballad before. His fame was great, but he also trampled on Li Dong, who had caused trouble that night.
This Zuo Hong was Li Dong's form teacher and also Li Dong's aunt. She usually hated Li Chencan because she loved him. After Li Chencan's grades dropped, not only did she not comfort him, but she even mocked him. Many people could not bear to see her like this. There were those who stood up for justice and scolded her, but they ended up making their relationship sour.
Ye Hanxue frowned as she listened. After watching 'My Deskmate,' she had a different feeling about Li Chencan.
But now, Zuo Hong was scolding Li Chencan in front of so many people.
However, Li Chencan was indifferent at this moment…He was only writing something down in a notebook.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Then, everyone saw Yu Feng, the head of the Chinese Literature team, standing there. At the door was even the principal of the school, Wu Chuan.
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