Film and television: Start by saving Han Fei

“class time!”
“What’s the noise!”
Suddenly, a serious and cold voice came from the back door.
The dean walked in with a straight face.
“Teacher Yao, I didn’t mean you.”
“Although your class has improved a lot in the mid-term exam, you can’t indulge your students!”
“Look, classes are in session now, even if you let them relax, you can’t make any noise in class!”
The director, mother-in-law and mother-in-law reprimanded Teacher Yao.
But when he walked to the middle of the classroom, he suddenly saw “Birds and Fish” on the blackboard!
The director looked at “Birds and Fish” on the blackboard in shock, and walked over trembling.
He instantly forgot the purpose of his trip.
“The farthest distance in the world…”
The director couldn’t help but read it.
After a long time, the sound fell.
The director was stunned for a long time, then he muttered slowly.
“Good… good poetry!”
“How can there be such a master in the world who creates such universal poetry.”
“Who wrote this…”
“Director, this is the original poem written by Wu Jinghao, the monitor of Class Seven!”
Teacher He said excitedly.
“Wu Jinghao…”
The director couldn’t help turning his head, and stared blankly at Wu Jinghao who was standing in the last row.
“you sure?……”
The director murmured in disbelief.
He really couldn’t believe that this kind of poetry that sees through love in the world was actually created by a young senior high school student.
Moreover, the other party is a nerd who only knows how to study!
What do nerds know about love!
The director frowned and stared at Wu Jinghao.
“Student Jing Hao, tell the director who wrote this poem!”
Wu Jinghao was taken aback suddenly when he saw the director’s serious look.
“Teacher, this is my original creation!”
“impossible!”
The director suddenly slapped the table angrily and roared.
The director’s change of face suddenly frightened everyone.
“You are an eighteen-year-old who has just grown up and is in the middle of a hazy love. How could you understand love so well!”
“Wu Jinghao, hurry up and tell me who wrote this poem!”
The director asked persistently.
“Director, this is really my own creation!”
Wu Jinghao was so angry that he wanted to laugh
“Nonsense, a pack of nonsense!”
“Okay! Then tell me about the meaning of this poem!”
“If you can’t speak out! I’ll fire you!”
The director was suddenly furious, and pointed to “Birds and Fish” on the blackboard behind him.
The director’s performance shocked everyone.
“Director, don’t embarrass Wu Jinghao.”
Teacher Yao hurriedly helped Wu Jinghao out of the siege.
“Teacher Yao, I hope you have self-knowledge!”
“Although your class’ grades have improved this time, please remember.”
“You haven’t become a regular yet!”
The director didn’t show any kindness to the teacher.
“Director, Jing Hao really didn’t copy it, he wrote it himself.”
Han Fei couldn’t help but stood up and said.
“Han Fei! Why are you here to join in the fun!”
“Don’t think that you are a newly transferred student, so I dare not punish you.”
“Sit down for me!”
The director yelled at Han Fei.
“Okay, Director.”
“Since you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you!”
Wu Jinghao said lightly.
“Row!”
“If you can prove it, don’t apologize.”
“In the future, I will never occupy a class in the weekly class meeting!”
Teacher He looked at the director and couldn’t help but sighed.
As an old employee, he joined the Cultural Association again.
Now he can understand the director’s mood very well.
Be a person who has been obsessed with literature all his life, wishing he could become literature.
When he met Wu Jinghao’s “Birds and Fish”, he was extremely excited and excited.
If an old man in his seventies or eighties creates something, the director will definitely pay homage to it.
However, the other party is a young man who has just grown up, and his feelings have just sprouted.
No one would believe that such a young boy would create such a peerless poem.
Director, it’s not that he doesn’t like Wu Jinghao, it’s not that he is targeting Wu Jinghao.
It’s an obsession with literature in his heart, a kind of immersion.
Now, everyone’s eyes are on Wu Jinghao, wanting to see how he explains the meaning of this poem. .