Divine Star System

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Lu Zhiquan said busyly: "Deputy class, the submission did not explain that it can not be replaced! Just say it is original! Anyway, when the boss writes" Journey to the West ", many poems are dizzy, just write me a few words, It's enough to deal with the past. I don't ask for a prize or anything! There is nothing to be excessive. "

"No!" Wu Jie also interjected: "Boss, then you can write one for me too. I don't want to be good! Just deal with the past."

Zhao Zhijun said: "And me! Boss. I rely on you too!"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu said refreshingly: "Well ... then I will write one for Lao Zhao! I think about it ... hey there!" Zhang Yu stood up, took out a piece of chalk, and put it on the blackboard. I wrote "Jiqu", two yellow crickets weeping and green willow, a group of egrets go up to the sky, the window contains the Xiling Qiuxue snow, and the gate berths the Jiangnan ship.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned around and said, "How about it? Old Zhao! Let's do this!"

Zhao Zhijun said in surprise: "Yes! Too good. Boss, you are truly a super genius. Just write a few sentences are so awesome! I want this. Absolute words! Names are also domineering. Genres can be used as names, which is cattle ! "

The people in the class looked at Zhang Yu's words, and they all talked eagerly ... They all felt that Yu was indeed the author of the Journey to the West, and the poems came. Moreover, the quality of the sentence is still so high.

Lu Zhiquan laughed: "Boss! Give me a domineering."

"Okay! You're waiting. Um ... there!" Zhang Yu said, turning around and continuing to write "Self-sit Erlongshan" The birds were flying high, Guyun went alone, looking at each other, only Erlongshan.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned around and said, "Lao Lu! How about this?"

"Hahahaha!" Lu Zhiquan laughed. "Boss, you wrote it too well! Erlongshan is a small hill not far from our school, isn't it good! I also look at it and get tired of it. Laugh at you! No! I know that the person who thought that Erlong Mountain was also the famous mountain Dachuan on the magnificent shore! "

The whole class of twelve at this time laughed enough to hear this! One by one, although the rest of the sentence is so awesome, it can't stand the Erlong Mountain. It's funny.

The fat man Wu Jie hurriedly said, "Boss! It's me! Give me the whole domineering, at least the level of Erlongshan."

"Okay! You are waiting ... have!" Zhang Yu lifted a pen and wrote "Compassionate Farming" at noon, sweat dripping down the soil, who knows that Chinese food is hard.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he said, "How about a fat man? Satisfied?"

Wu Jie frowned at this time: "Boss! Why did I get a poem for me now. The grade of this poem has also come down! Not as good as those of Lao Zhao and Lao Lu! Change another one! Change another one!"

Zhang Yu smiled: "This poem is the best poem, okay! Look at how high the artistic conception is in this word."

Wu Jie frowned: "High is high! But it is too simple, there is no profound ideological connotation! You look at Lao Zhao's window with Xiling Qianqiu Xue", you see Lao Lu's 'solitary cloud alone to go free' Niubi! It ’s noon when you get to me. What if the Registrar says I am a poem? Is n’t that going to deal with me! Change one, boss, give me another, for you No trouble. "

At the first sight of Zhang Yu ’s ancient poems, they were returned. They were speechless and said, "Do n’t you just want the connotation! Then I'll just add a few words to you!" He turned around and wrote in the back. Millet, 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn, and there is no idle land around the world. Farmers still starve to death.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned around and said, "Fat! Let's go down! Corresponding to the previous sentence, the ideological connotation has also begun, and ironic realism has begun. No problem now!"

At first, the people in the class saw Zhang Yu write the first few sentences and whispered for a while ... See, Zhang Yu also wrote this poem, and it seems that this guy is not so non-human. As a result, as soon as the second paragraph appeared, people in the class looked at a fang. The second paragraph has raised the realm of this poem a lot, and it has a strong meaning of acupuncture. Zhang Yu was impressed.

Fatty Wu saw these last few words, and loved and hated. Take a look at the whole! Wonderful writing. The problem is that he is not a fool. In the last sentence, the farmer still starves to death. If it is sent out, it will pay off.

Wu Jie said, "Boss, what you wrote is too exaggerated! Do I dare to post it? In case if the ancient director of the Academic Affairs Office knew about it. Don't drag me to the school entrance at that time, and beat me to death!"

Hahahahaha! The whole class laughed enough.

Of course, the people in the class understood Wu Jie's statement. This new socialist China, write this sentence, isn't this a flashlight in the pit?

Zhang Yu himself laughed enough and said, "I say fat! I think you'll just forget the first paragraph. The first four sentences are obviously inspirational. Although simple, it has been passed down through the ages! Anyway, I have given it to you I wrote two paragraphs, thinking and thinking, inspirational and inspirational. No more!

Wu Jie sighed and said, "Forget it! Then I'll go to the first paragraph!"

This is the time for Xu Yiming, suddenly said: "The boss also wrote me a maggot!"

Zhang Yu hasn't spoken yet ... Wu Jie said: "Boom, don't be too troublesome. Then the second paragraph of Mi Nong will be left to you."

"I'm crazy! I dare not send it, I don't want to die!" Xu Yiming said.

Hahahahaha! The whole class laughed enough.

Zhang Yu laughed: "It's okay! I'll write another paragraph for Yiming. I think about it ... there!"

The whole class heard a tusks, how could they have it again! Do you **** have a human brain? Chickens don't lay eggs as fast as you!

Zhang Yu wrote that "Yingliu" jasper makeup was a tree tall, and thousands of green silk were hanging down. I don't know who cut out the fine leaves. The spring breeze in February was like scissors.

After Zhang Yu finished writing these sentences, he was banging! The whole class applauded. Now they are dissatisfied. This is also great! Too great! There is no better poem than this.

Hahahaha! Xu Yiming laughed and said, "I'm good! I want this."

Zhang Yu said: "Okay! Then our class is almost over."

...

"Ah Zhang Yu, write me one too!" A voice said.

...

Zhang Yu looked up, but it was Tan Xiaonan, frowning: "Don't you write it yourself!"

Tan Xiaonan said: "I wrote one more song after I wrote it! Isn't it possible for a person to publish three songs? I can't do that, I must write a good one.

Zhang Yu heard the words and nodded, "Well then! You wait ... there!"

The people in the class are numb. After a while, you will not be human.

Zhang Yu wrote "Peach Blossom" in this door last year today. The human face peach blossoms are in red, and the human face still doesn't know where to go.

The room is now quiet ... (to be continued.)