God Level Star System

"Enough! Enough! You are all enough!" Su Qianqian frowned and suddenly interjected: "The requirements related to the game are clearly written! It is not allowed to borrow ancient poetry and oil poems. Well! Especially if you are Zhang Yu, you are the leader of the group, you can't take the lead."

Zhang Yuwen had to make a helpless expression... Wu Fatzi’s few people heard the words and lost.

Zhou Ying interjected: "Qian Qian! Then you tell us what is the request for submission in this competition?"

Su Qianqian said: "There are more specific requirements! Anyway, the subject matter, the genre, the rhyme, the flatness, the confrontation, and anyway, have certain requirements. You can go back and look at it."

"Ah! So difficult!" Wu Jie was stunned.

Many people in the class feel a little worried... At first, many people still intend to fool past! Now it seems that I am afraid that the difficulty is not small.

There is a lot of discussion in the class... Almost all of them are going to vote for the afternoon, and they are worried.

Su Qianqian looked at Zhang Yu and said: "Squad leader, do you have a laptop at home? If you use it in the afternoon, please use it!"

Zhang Yudao: "I don't have it! But I can buy one at noon."

Wu Jie said: "My family has it! Or I will take it! It is not necessary to buy a computer for such a thing."

Zhang Yu nodded but did not say anything!

Soon, the 12th class was out of school in the gloom of the clouds... Almost all the students in the school received the notice to participate in the competition. One of them was counted, and they didn’t have a good time at noon. They all tried their best at home. What about poetry?

In the afternoon, all the 12 classes arrived at the school on time.

Originally, today is the day of returning to school. It should be a holiday in the afternoon. As a result, there is still a political movement, not only without a holiday, but also for overtime. It’s hard to be an unhappy person in almost every class in the class, but also to write a poem that is a headache. People who have already gotten home at noon have no feelings. At noon, there is no one at all, and now they are already embarrassed.

Su Qianqian and other people in the whole class arrived, and stood up and looked at Zhang Yu, saying: "Squad leader, do you arrange the submission?"

Zhang Yuwen nodded and got up and took the notebook handed over by Wu Fatzi. He came to the podium. After connecting, he opened his mobile phone wifi hotspot and connected to the network. He said: "The following! Everyone puts their own submissions. Report it, I will help you register, and then send it to the submission mailbox. Well, if you have already written it, come over!"

The people in the class look at you, I look at me, there is no one who stands up... I don’t even write well, but if I write well, I am not too embarrassed to come first.

Zhang Yu looked at the expression of the people under the stage, and then he understood it. He smiled and said: "The class committee took the lead! Su Qianqian wrote it?"

Su Qianqian nodded and took a piece of paper to the podium and handed it to Zhang Yu.

Wu Jie suddenly said: "Ban deputy! Don't pay this way, give us a thought and let us learn and learn."

Su Qianqian and Zhang Yuwen glanced at each other... Zhang Yu nodded, Su Qianqian picked up the manuscript and said: "My name is Xiaohua, a small yellow flower, lonely with it growing up, maybe it is a child who is laughing. Stepping on the foot, maybe it was pressed by the wind and rain, but it still looks at the morning glow with that gorgeous color, with its most beautiful time blooming elegant, ah flower, it never wants to have a greenhouse home, natural air let it Happy to grow up, you see that it is a cockroach, a flower that has just bloomed."

The people in the class heard this, quiet for a while... Hey! The applause rang.

Zhao Zhijun said: "Class deputy! Your poem is written very well."

Lu Zhiquan also nodded! The road: "Yes! After listening to the class, I finished reading. The feeling of creation that I ignited when I entered the house was immediately extinguished, and I couldn't write it."

Hehehehe! The whole class heard that it was a low laugh...

Zhang Yu looked at Su Qianqian and said: "Is it still changed?"

Su Qianqian shook her head and said: "Do not change! Just like this!"

Zhang Yu typed very quickly, and faced the manuscript, almost smashed, and then wrote relevant information and sent an email. Road: "Next, Ge Wenhui!"

Ge Wenhui heard that he stood up and came to the podium... Zhang Yudao: "Read it!"

Ge Wenhui said: "My poem is warm, the spring breeze is warm with spring flowers, the green strips are sent to the branches, and the petals are reflected in the greenery.

Hey! The people in the class applauded at the same time, and they admired one by one.

Although many people in the class think that Ge Wenhui is not very happy, but after all, people are still very talented. The poems are written with eyes and eyes, and many people feel that they don't have that level.

Zhang Yu grinned and said: "Good, Lao Ge! The level is quite high!"

Ge Wenhui said: "Higher! It is also high, but the squad leader is yours!"

Zhang Yuqi! A smile, said: "This is the truth! Still change?"

Ge Wenhui also saw Zhang Yu’s face and accepted it. He did not say anything. He shook his head... Zhang Yuli’s confession made the manuscript and submitted the manuscript successfully. Road: "Next! Hey... Xiao Wei!"

Xiao Wei is the third in the class after Zhang Yu and Ge Wenhui, so talking about these things should also be his strengths.

Xiao Wei also came to the podium before picking up the manuscript and reading it... The next time, the 12 classes started from the class members, and they went to the stage to read their own works, and then Zhang Yu input to the computer, and finally Uploaded to the mailbox of the call for papers.

Most people have prepared one, and some of them think that they are ready to be both at the same time. It seems that they want to win some points in this competition. Of course ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ most of them are just one, just to deal with this political activity.

Soon, most of the class is almost ready... It can be said that good students are almost the same. The rest is the trailing tail of the class, like Wu Fatzi Zhao Zhiquan.

Zhang Yu looked at Wu Jie and said: "Fat! Almost, let's have a few of you."

Wu Jie looked at Zhao Zhiquan and said: "Lao Zhao, come first! I am brewing again."

Zhao Zhiquan made a speechless expression: "You let me come! Are you so embarrassed? I am still brewing myself. Lao Lu, come on!"

Lu Zhiquan said: "How come I! Don't let me play oil poems, I have no idea! This..." Lu Zhiquan is also scratching his head, not knowing what to come. Suddenly a flash of light, said: "Boss! Or you just write me a hand to deal with it."

Zhang Yudao on the podium: "I don't have a problem! But..." He turned to look at Su Qianqian: "The main thing is to watch the class and let it go!"

Su Qianqian frowned: "This is not going to be Zhang Yu! How can I write for this?" (To be continued.)