The system invites me to be a teacher

Of course, for Confucius and Mencius, this was just an episode.

Although he is now a member of [Ancient Prose Union Association], but he has no intention to intervene in the dispute between poetry and prose.

Soon, his attention returned to the salon scene.

Although the term “salon” is very Western, the layout of the ancient Chinese style salon is completely Chinese.

The elegant ancient-style square table is filled with the elegant and quiet fragrance of tea, melon and fruit desserts, and all kinds of desserts, exquisite and beautiful.

As the president, Li Yifu has no time to relax.

After Director Qian left, he also separated from the others and exchanged greetings with others.

Because of the large number of people, Confucius, Mencius, and others were also broken up into pieces, and each took a seat.

In addition to Lin Zhi, Li Caifeng, and Wu Qing, Confucius and Mencius also included Zhou Qianqian, Deng Yun, Long Aotian, Ma Ruoxi, Zhen Tiehan and Hu Die.

Confucius and Mencius was about to ask about Long Aotian's final game in detail, so Zhou Qianqian laughed and said:

"Teacher Kong, I always thought you were the person with the highest attainments in Zhiyuan's poetry. I didn't expect your students to compare with you, you are not inferior!"

Confucius and Mencius stayed in a daze: "Ms. Zhou was talking about the song "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside"?"

"Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside" is Du Fu's masterpiece. Confucius and Mencius once said in class, but he was taken out by Long Aotian in a poetry contest and decisively beat other contestants.

Confucius and Mencius wanted to train Dragon Aotian and told him not to copy poetry.

But when I thought that both "Encouraging Learning" and "Facing the Sea, Wearing Warm Flowers" were copied by myself, I didn't say anything.

This is another reason why Confucius and Mencius retire.

He felt that if he was always present, Long Aotian would definitely continue to show off his poems.

This was not the original intention of Confucius and Mencius. He hoped that the other party could win the next competition by relying on his true level, rather than deliberately opportunistically.

Therefore, before leaving, he specially warned Long Aotian and asked him to write poems seriously.

Who knows Zhou Qianqian shook her head: "Although "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside" is beautifully written, I feel that compared with the next few songs, no matter the thought or the art form, it is much worse."

Seeing Confucius and Mencius with a dazed face, Zhou Qianqian asked strangely: "Mr. Kong doesn't know? [Heart is in my heart], the next part of the poetry contest is called [Hometown and Family].

Your team is the real blockbuster in this link, and other teams have no power to fight back."

With that said, she chanted with all her face intoxicated:

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Whoever said an inch of grass, reported three Chunhui."

"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, thinking about relatives every festive season.

Yaozhi brothers climbed the heights, and one less cornel was inserted everywhere."

"Whose jade flute flew in secret, scattered into the spring breeze and filled Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, there is no one who can not afford the love of the homeland."

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the old road, there is a lot of green grass.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the setting sun goes beyond the mountains.

The ends of the sky, the corners of the earth, and the acquaintances are scattered.

A pot of turbid wine makes Yuhuan, don’t dream of cold tonight."

"So many good poems, if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't dare to perform it temporarily on the court alone."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He immediately looked at Long Aotian, his face black as ink: "Are these all your works? Long Aotian?"

Confucius and Mencius are so angry!

I have already told him not to copy poems. I didn't expect this guy to not only not listen to his words, but to get worse.

Especially for the last poem "Farewell", the author knows that the author must be the kind of middle-aged and elderly uncle, even I dare not copy it like this myself?

Who knows Long Aotian waved his hand quickly: "Teacher Kong, this has nothing to do with me. Since you left, I have been writing poems honestly. If you don't believe me, listen:

"Mouth, Legs, Water"

Mother, you are all mouths,

Summer, you are all legs,

Zhiyuan Middle School, you really water...Ah!!!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

"And there are:

"Like a Dream"

Excessive drinking last night,

Too drunk without knowing the way back,

Go back to the house late,

Strayed into the depths of the public toilet,

Vomiting, vomiting,

Startled countless flies!"

""Lying Spring"

Dark plum faintly smells flowers,

Lying on the branches and hurting the bottom,

Lying in the distance like water,

Easy to reach spring green.

The shore is green,

The shore is green,

The shore seems to be green.

..."

"Shut up!" Kong and Meng glared at him angrily. "It's not over yet, right?"

Long Aotian: "Hey..."

Zhen Tiehan next to him was finally embarrassed and said: "Teacher Kong, you can't blame Longlong, in fact, those poems...I read them out, how about? Are you handsome?

You don't know the scene at that time. As soon as the song "Wandering Ziyin" was released, the entire art auditorium immediately boiled, and the other teams all bowed to their heads. Now I have an elegant name called [Cuncao Chunhui]!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Zhou Qianqian looked at the innocent Long Aotian and at the proud Zhen Tiehan, and finally felt something was wrong.

She couldn't help asking: "Classmate Zhen and Classmate Long, aren't those poems, including "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside", not your work?"

Zhen Tiehan chuckled: "Ms. Zhou finally noticed it, of course not.

At my level, it would be okay to produce two limericks. How could it be possible to write such a beautiful sentence as "Brother Yaozhi climbs up the heights, and one person with cornus is inserted everywhere"."

Zhou Qianqian looked at Confucius and Mencius immediately: "Teacher Kong..."

Confucius smiled bitterly: "It's nothing to do with me. Those poems are my daily class and I read it casually in order to increase everyone's interest in classical culture. Who knows that they will be cheeky and show off in the poetry contest."

Zhou Qianqian: "..."

The shock in her heart at this moment can no longer be described in words.

If these peerless poems are really the works of Confucius and Mencius, then the literary talent of this teacher would be too scary.

Zhou Qianqian is sure that, looking at the history of China, there are really not many who can reach his level.

Confucius and Mencius ignored Zhou Qianqian's feelings because he suddenly realized a serious problem:

Zhen Tiehan, wouldn't he give them a model essay after he left, and copy it to the end in this poetry contest, right?

He immediately asked: "What's the next part of [Family Love]?"

Zhen Tiehan said: "[I will be the top of Ling Ling], Teacher Kong, this is the final part of the finals. Whose team's poetry needs to be able to dominate the crowd is the champion of this poetry contest.

But this link, I have been watching."

"That's it!" Kong and Meng had just breathed a sigh of relief before hearing a voice: "Student Long, early!"

Confucius and Mencius raised his head, just in time to see a familiar young man, Yang Ziwen and Yang Xueba from the team led by Han Qingyun from Siwei Middle School.

Sure enough, not far behind Yang Ziwen, Han Qingyun and the team were sitting around another table.

Seeing Confucius and Mencius came over, Han Qingyun smiled at him friendly, changing his previous arrogance and fighting posture.

This makes Confucius and Mencius a little strange, because this situation is not in line with Han Qingyun's character.

Zhou Qianqian explained on the side: "Ms. Han is aloof, but if he can be convinced, he is still very kind."

Confucius and Mencius frowned: "Convinced?"

Just when he was puzzled, he saw Yang Ziwen walk quickly to Long Aotian, his eyes flashing scorching light: "Student Long, can you tell me how you created the "Linjiang Fairy" ?"

""Linjiang Fairy"?" Confucius and Mencius was taken aback again.

Yang Ziwen nodded and said with a little embarrassment: "Yes, Mr. Kong. At that time, my classmate Long and I faced each other on behalf of our team. As a result, I regretfully lost by one point, so he made this song "Linjiang Fairy". give me.

Although the two of us have always been in opposition, since then, Long has always been my best friend."

After speaking, he sang softly:

"The Yangtze River billows eastward,

The waves scoured all heroes.

Success or failure turned around.

The green hills are still there,

The sunset was red several times.

--Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns!

Baifa Yuqiao on Jiangzhu,

Used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of muddy wine reunited.

How many things in ancient and modern times,

They are all laughing and talking.

——How many things from ancient to modern times are in the process of laughing!"

Confucius and Mencius: "???"