When the two of them returned to the classroom, Wu Jinghao noticed that the medicine teacher and Mr. He were both standing on the podium.
Did I go out with Han Fei and make the teacher angry?
That's impossible. Isn't this class break?
Could something have happened?
She saw that Wu Jinghao had already returned.
The medicine teacher and Teacher He were delighted and quickly went to Wu Jinghao.
It was over…It seemed like he had really gotten into trouble.
Wu Jinghao was stunned when he saw the two of them walking over aggressively.
Could it be…
The teacher knew that he liked Han Fei?
Wu Jinghao looked at Han Fei as if he was ready to die.
Then, under Han Fei's puzzled gaze, he walked over.
"Teacher, I admit it!"
"Ah?"
"Ah?"
The medicine teacher and teacher He were instantly dumbfounded.
"Hmm? Didn't I do something wrong?"
When Wu Jinghao saw that the two teachers were in a daze, he was also stunned.
"What is it!"
"Jinghao, are you sure you wrote that essay yourself?”
When the two of them arrived at Class 7, they realized that Wu Jinghao was not there, so they searched for the song " Flying Bird and Fish " on the Internet.
However, the results showed that there was no content of this poem on the Internet at all.
In other words!
This poem was either composed by Wu Jinghao himself or written by one of his friends!
"Teacher, this is my original creation!”
Wu Jinghao said firmly.
Haha, the life of a plagiarist.
It was so dull and boring ~
"Medicine teacher…is there a problem with Wu Jinghao's essay?”
Han Fei asked worriedly.
"Haha, nothing happened.”
"Wu Jinghao. I'll ask you one last time."
"Are you sure you composed this poem yourself?”
The medicine teacher stared into Wu Jinghao's eyes and asked.
"I'm sure!"
Wu Jinghao nodded firmly.
"Good!"
The medicine teacher suddenly laughed.
Then, she walked onto the two channels and took out Wu Jinghao's essay.
He began to copy the words on the blackboard.
"Go back and have a seat, Jing Hao."
Mr. He said gently to Wu Jinghao with a kind face.
Wu Jinghao was a little confused as he brought Han Fei back to his seat.
"Cough cough, students, look up.”
The teacher coughed lightly and pointed at the blackboard.
"The poem on the blackboard was composed by our class monitor, Wu Jinghao!”
Everyone was stunned and looked at Wu Jinghao in shock.
Although they did not understand the meaning of this poem.
However, just looking at the format was enough to shock them.
Especially Han Fei.
After being stunned for a long time, he couldn't help but mutter.
"Flying bird and fish…"
"Next. I would like to ask Wu Jinghao a favor.”
The medicine teacher stared at Wu Jinghao.
"Teacher, just say it."
The medicine teacher looked at Teacher He and said slowly.
"Your language teacher, Teacher He.”
"He's a member of our city's cultural association!”
"And Wu Jinghao's 'Flying Bird and Fish'"
"After careful consideration by Teacher He, he is prepared to submit this poem.”
"If nothing unexpected happens, this poem will most likely appear in the next youth literature newspaper!”
As soon as he said this, the entire class erupted into an uproar.
"The class monitor is too amazing!"
"Youth Literature News. Ouyang Feifan once published an article there.”
"The class monitor is much more powerful than Ouyang Feifan!”
"It's just a poem. What's so arrogant about it?"
Ma Juntao said disdainfully as he lay on the chair.
"Oh?"
"Ma Juntao, you mean to say that…”
"Isn't Wu Jinghao's 'Flying Bird and Fish'?”
When Teacher He heard Ma Juntao's disdainful tone, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Ma Juntao as he smiled.
He was able to enter the Literature Association and become a member.
Not only did he have a strong literary ability, but he also had a fanatical love for literature.
Now, Ma Jun Tao actually looked down on this stunning poem.
He was instantly unhappy.
"Ma Juntao, it seems that you are not satisfied with my essay.”
"I think you haven't memorized enough ancient poems. Your literary cultivation isn't enough."
Wu Jinghao looked at Ma Juntao with a smile.
All of a sudden, the tragic memories of being taught in the gymnasium flooded Ma Juntao's mind.
"Ah, no, no!"
"How would I dare to not accept it!"
"Class monitor, your writing is really great!”
Ma Juntao immediately cowered.
He did not want to memorize the text anymore!
Wu Jinghao smiled in satisfaction.
"Class time!"
"What are you arguing about!"
Suddenly, a stern and cold voice came from the back door.
The dean walked in with a straight face.
"Teacher Medicine, I don't mean to criticize you.”
"Although your class has improved a lot in the mid-term exam, you can't be presumptuous to your students!”
"Look, it's already class. Even if you let them relax, they can't be noisy in class!”
The director reprimanded the medicine teacher in a nagging manner.
However, just as he walked to the middle of the classroom, he suddenly saw " Flying Bird and Fish " on the blackboard!
The director looked at the " Flying Bird and Fish " on the blackboard in shock and walked over with a trembling body.
He instantly forgot the purpose of his trip.
"The furthest distance in the world…"
The department director couldn't help but read it.
After a long time, the voice fell.
The director was stunned for a long time before he slowly muttered.
"Good…good poem!"
"How can there be such a master in the world who can create such a world-famous poem?”
"Who wrote this…"
"Headmaster, this is a poem written by the class monitor of Class 7, Wu Jinghao!”
Teacher He said excitedly.
"Wu Jinghao…"
The director could not help but turn his head and look at Wu Jinghao, who was standing in the last row, in a daze.
"Are you sure?"
The director muttered in disbelief.
He really couldn't believe that such a poem that could see through the love of the world could actually be composed by a young third-year high school student.
Moreover, the other party was a bookworm who only knew how to study!
What does a bookworm know about love!
The director frowned and stared at Wu Jinghao.
"Jing Hao, tell the dean who wrote this poem!”
Wu Jinghao was stunned when he saw the director's serious expression.
"Teacher, this is my original creation!”
"Impossible!"
The director suddenly slammed the table and roared.
The director's sudden change in attitude shocked everyone.
"You're just an eighteen-year-old child who has just come of age. You're in the midst of a hazy relationship. How can you understand love so well?”
"Wu Jinghao, hurry up and tell me who wrote this poem!”
The director asked relentlessly.
"Director, this is really my original creation!”
Wu Jinghao was so angry that he wanted to laugh.
"Nonsense, nonsense!"
"Good! Then tell me the meaning of this poem!”
"If you can't say it! I'll fire you!"
The director was instantly furious. He pointed at the " Flying Bird and Fish " on the blackboard behind him.
The director's performance shocked everyone.
"Director, don't make things difficult for Wu Jinghao.”
The medicine teacher quickly helped Wu Jinghao out of the situation.
"Teacher Medicine, I hope you know your limits!”
"Although your class's results have improved this time, please remember.”
"You haven't become a full-time employee yet!"
The director didn't give the medicine teacher any face at all.
"Director, Jing Hao really didn't copy it. He wrote it himself.”
Han Fei couldn't help but stand up and say.
"Han Fei! What are you doing here!"
"Don't think that I won't punish you just because you're a new transfer student.”
"Sit down!"
The director shouted at Han Fei.
"Alright, Director."
"Since you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!”
Wu Jinghao said calmly.
"Alright!"
"If you can prove it, don't apologize.”
"From now on, I won't take up a single class during the weekly class meeting!”
Teacher He looked at the director from the side and could not help but sigh.
As an old employee, he joined the Literature Association.
He could understand the director's feelings now.
He was someone who had been obsessed with literature all his life and wished that he could become a literary person.
When he encountered Wu Jinghao's " Flying Bird and Fish," he was extremely excited.
If an old man in his seventies or eighties had created it, the director would definitely worship it.
However, the other party was a young man who had just come of age, and his feelings had just sprouted.
No one would believe that such a young man could compose such a peerless poem.
It was not that the director did not like Wu Jinghao, nor was he targeting him.
Instead, it was a kind of obsession and immersion in literature in his heart.
Now, everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Jinghao. They wanted to see how he would explain the meaning of this poem.
Wu Jinghao gave Han Fei a look, indicating that she was fine.
Then, under everyone's gaze, he strode over.
Wu Jinghao looked at the crowd below the stage and slowly explained.
"I wrote this poem based on my own experiences.”
As Wu Jinghao spoke, he stared straight into Han Fei's eyes.
Why is this idiot staring at me?
His gaze is so gentle
Han Fei's brain had completely crashed at this time.
"Once upon a time, there was a fish that lived in a sea area. It swam around non-stop every day.”
"One day, a lost bird flew over this sea area.”
"It was very tired. It lowered its head to look for a piece of land in the sea.”
"The fish in the water felt that the light on the surface of the water had become a little dim, so they looked up at the sky.”
"In this way, the eyes of the fish and the bird are intertwined. The lonely fish and the lost bird were deeply attracted to each other.”
" The birds tell the fish about the vast sky and the vast earth, and the fish tell the birds about the deep ocean. They open an unknown but colorful window for each other.”
......
Wu Jinghao's voice was very low and hoarse, like a man in his twenties who was filled with despair and hope for love.
He was very serious and devoted.
Every sentence and every word deeply attracted everyone's attention and tugged at their heartstrings.
Han Fei couldn't help but touch her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt that her hands were a little wet.
She realized that she was crying.
She was crying because of Wu Jinghao's story!
Not only Han Fei, but everyone in Class Seven was crying silently.
The dean's face, which was originally filled with anger, turned sorrowful. He looked at Wu Jinghao with sympathy.
He actually believed it himself. He believed that this poem was composed by Wu Jinghao.
Wu Jinghao was completely immersed in his memories.
When they first met, she was so cold and cute.
"I don't like to talk to others. It's best not to provoke me. It hurts when I hit people!”
When he was about to commit suicide, she appeared again.
If there were angels in this world, they would be like her.
From then on, I fell in love with her. I fell in love with this cold girl.
The first time you smiled at me.
This is the first time you've helped me take revenge.
For the first time, I felt that life could be so beautiful.
Wu Jinghao's deep voice continued to describe this love that seemed to have no results.
"They stared at each other, in the sun, by the lake.”
"For a long time, inexplicably. When the sun set, the fish and the bird understood that they were in love.”
"I made a promise in my heart. I don't want to be prosperous. I only want to treasure love forever, treasure the lake, the sky, and the sun.”
The image of a bird and a fish, separated by the barrier of eternal life, could only meet and talk to each other, but could not embrace each other appeared in everyone's minds.
At the same time, the department director finally could not hold it in anymore and started crying.
He remembered his wife who died early.
He and his wife were very loving, but a sudden accident broke this happy and harmonious family.
From then on, he had locked himself in the shadow of losing his wife. He could not believe the fact that his wife had left.
He wore their wedding rings as if he had always kept his wife by his side.
As he listened to Wu Jinghao's story, he suddenly came to a realization.
He would continue to live well with his love for her!
Not only the dean, but Teacher He and the medicine teacher could not help but fall into sorrow.
Even if they had never experienced such love, they still felt deeply sad.
Wu Jinghao's voice did not stop, and the sad atmosphere quickly filled the entire classroom.
No one spoke. Everyone lowered their heads and listened to Wu Jinghao's story seriously.
A few minutes later, the story was over.
Only then did everyone dare to cry.
"Wu Jinghao!"
"I believe that this poem was written by you.”
The dean wiped his tears.
Today, the dean was a little ashamed to cry in front of the students.
He patted the medicine teacher's shoulder and left the classroom.
" Class monitor, you're so handsome!"
"Do you know that I cried when you read the essay just now?”
"Yes, yes, yes. Class monitor, you make me want to fall in love.”
"Haha, we are already eighteen years old. We can pursue our birds and fish.”
"Shh, be careful that the medicine teacher comes over to talk to you.”
"Haha, can't you just tell me?"
The students were still young after all, so they quickly regained their composure.
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