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Chapter 940
The poems written are indeed worthy of a good word.

But as Gong Yi said at the beginning, scholars often attend such literary gatherings. In a year, there may be thousands of such gatherings in the entire capital.

However, there are only a handful of poems that can be called good poems.

From this we can see that the actual value of such a cultural gathering seems to be a little more elegant than a cocktail party, but it is just a party.

For a high-class person like Gong Yi who does not need to participate in gatherings to expand his network, it is indeed boring and meaningless.

No, after a few poems passed, he yawned as if bored.

"Brother Lu, I regret it. I shouldn't have dragged you to this Double Ninth Festival cultural gathering. It's so boring. It's just one person and a whole bunch of people agree.

But when I heard it, I didn’t think it was any good. "

"I think so too." Pei Yan also nodded, "Not very good."

For Lu Siming, Pei Yan, who talked a lot and liked to talk to him, was somewhat similar to Gong Yi in some aspects.

However, compared to Gong Yi who is out of tune, Pei Yan can be said to be stable, which shows how out of tune Gong Yi is.

Both of them sat next to Lu Siming, because Lu Siming chatted together quickly after getting acquainted, but most of them complained about the poems he had written.

When it comes to poetry, Lu Siming actually has a bit of a headache. Among the seven subjects he chose, needless to say, discussion, he is just a little worse in diction.

But because of his strong memory and logical ability, he can easily handle ordinary essay questions, and even with time, he can reach the level of excellence.

Not to mention the classics and meanings, all relying on "rote memorization", which is what he is best at.

Horse riding and archery are the basics of martial arts. Because of the breathing method and the fact that he had practiced basic martial arts in his previous life, he got started very quickly and achieved amazing results.

The two instructors who taught him these two courses started to cherish talents, and asked him to take the martial arts path if he could not pursue a literary career in the future.

As for his chess skills, there is nothing to mention.

In his previous life, his grandfather liked to play chess and he learned it at a very young age.

And as experience increases, it gets better and better.

He was so angry that every time he played chess with him, his grandfather would constantly regret it. In the end, he would say that he was not well-informed and didn't even know how to make the old man happy and give in a few moves.

Therefore, he chose the chess course to gain extra points.

For other people, miscellaneous studies, which are secondary to chess skills, are useless and add burden to memory, but for Lu Siming, they are still a waste.

Therefore, among the seven courses, only poetry was Lu Siming's biggest headache.

There is no way, not only is he not interested in it, he really has no talent.

In class, he could only barely cope with the questions and assignments asked by Mr. Huang, who taught this course, and just follow the crowd.

For example, the kingfisher sings outside the screen window, and the children under the curtain don't know what they are dreaming about. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a limerick, or it may not be as easy to remember as a limerick.

Mr. Huang, who taught him poetry, is now complaining in the tea room where the gentlemen of his academy are gathered, "That new guy you are talking about is called Lu Siming.

It's the guy named Lu Siming who passed Lao Liu's test.

Both of you said he was pretty good. For example, Xiao Cui, you are considered the most strict in the entire academy except Dean Yan. "He is also the most qualified teacher.

(End of this chapter)