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Chapter 101 Setback ([-])

He hurried to the teacher, froze for a moment, forgetting how to speak.

"Teacher Tang, can you tell me something about poetry?" Ouyang adjusted his breathing and asked expectantly.

"Poetry? Have you never studied poetry?" Teacher Tang asked in a daze.

"I have learned it." Ouyang replied subconsciously, but he didn't know what she was going to ask.

"Then you don't know about poetry yet? Could it be that you didn't listen to the class?" Teacher Tang joked slightly, put the teacher's information on the podium casually, and looked at the other students under the podium.

"No, it's me—I forgot." Ouyang felt a little embarrassed, but couldn't remember whether the previous teacher had mentioned it.

"Oh." She still looked at the other students under the podium.

"Then can you tell me more?" Ouyang asked eagerly again.

"Poetry." She looked away and glanced at Ouyang.

"I just want to know how to write something to be regarded as poetry. Didn't ancient poetry writers pay attention to rhyme, flatness and so on? I don't know anything about this, can you explain it to me? "Ouyang said eagerly.

"That's what you're talking about. Aren't ancient poems divided into quatrains and verses? The end of each sentence of quatrains must rhyme, while the couplets and neck couplets of verses must rhyme." She read it again as she spoke. Take a look at what the other students in the audience are doing.

"Teacher, teacher, what about modern poetry?" Seeing her absent-minded look, Ouyang became more anxious.

"Modern poetry? Then you don't have to pay so much attention." Her eyes were completely on the other students under the podium.

"You can, can you help me look at this?" Ouyang stretched out his hand and gave her the poem he was holding tightly just now.

"What?" She asked subconsciously, then slowly looked away, glanced at the book in Ouyang's hand and asked, "Who wrote this?"

"I, I wrote it." Ouyang felt very disturbed. "Has she finished reading it? Does she appreciate this poem very much?" He guessed, feeling a little excited and excited in his heart.

"What are you writing? I can't even read the words on it." She glanced at the notebook in Ouyang's hand, and then turned to the other students under the podium.

The excitement in Ouyang's heart instantly turned into full of disappointment, and she didn't read her poem at all.Joyfully holding one's most beloved thing to someone else, but that person just throws it away, and doesn't care about it at all!This feeling really made Ouyang very sad.So, he said unwillingly, "Just take another look, just take a look."

"Ouyang Ming, this is not the first time the teacher has told you that your handwriting is so sloppy that you will suffer a lot in the future exams." She seemed to know that she couldn't hold back him, and tried to persuade him road.

"How about, let me read it to you." Ouyang glanced at his poem, which he copied again on purpose!Are the words on it really so scribbled that people can't tell them apart?

"You'd better practice your handwriting first." She said casually, and then shifted her gaze to the students under the podium.

At this time, the class bell rang again.

"It's time for class." She looked away and opened the recorded teaching materials, which was undoubtedly an order to evict her.

"Okay." Ouyang knew that it was useless to say more now, and returned to his seat full of disappointment.

(End of this chapter)