Houfu Key Class

The poets and poets of the Emotional School are excellent at mobilizing their emotions. Seeing the five young boys picking up their pens and gritting their teeth, they began to attack Luo Jingfeng and criticize the evil deeds of the Protectorate.

The personal trainers and Baili Xi looked at each other and sighed silently in their hearts: He is indeed the layman Yiyun.

The poetry writing methods they taught their children before were all regular things, and poetry requires creativity and innovation, so they never made any big breakthroughs.

Mr. Su's method is vivid and first-rate in mobilizing emotions. People's emotions are most likely to be emotional when they are fluctuating.

Xu Wan looked at Su Xi's angry and dissatisfied look, and thought the little old man was still cute. He was still angry after assigning homework, which showed how serious his resentment was.

The five teenagers created faster than usual. They finished the poems in just a few strokes and handed them over to Su Xi one after another. While stroking his beard, he looked at it happily: "Shen Yibai...it's okay, the level of poetry is good." Although he is bad, his aggressiveness is not weak and there is room for improvement.”

Shen Yibai was so excited that he waved to his brothers.

Su Xi continued to read: "He Zheng... Shifeng is quite fierce. Don't name him by name, otherwise he will be accused of insulting the hero and the good young man will be exiled."

He Zheng quickly thanked: "Yes, thank you Mr. Su for reminding me."

"Wei Xinglu..." Su Xi frowned and commented, "I'm sorry, haven't you learned how to curse? This wording is too official. Do you think you are taking a scientific examination?"

Wei Xinglu blinked: "Aren't we studying poetry just to take the scientific examination?"

Su Xi sighed and said: "Shit, if you don't write poetry to curse people, it would be meaningless."

Everyone: "…………"

Su Xi was getting angry when he turned to Zong Wenxiu's poems. He slapped the paper on the table and said, "Zong Wenxiu, this is the worst thing to write. It's not offensive at all. Are you swearing? Tickling someone." Woolen cloth?"

Zong Wenxiu said in shame: "I'm sorry, sir, I'll learn more..."

The little devil was a little unhappy. It was okay to scold him but not his brother. He glared at Su Xi angrily with very dissatisfied eyes.

Su Xi noticed his angry gaze and took the last answer sheet in her hand. He said provocatively: "Boy, your emotions have come from the poem to your face? Let me see what you wrote... Well, scolding It's a good criticism, but I take back my last sentence. You are worse at writing than Zong Wenxiu. You use words and sentences like a three-year-old child. Do you call this poetry? "

Su Xi scolded the two Zong brothers for criticizing him, which made Zong Jincheng furious. He retorted: "You are illogical and inconsistent. I don't believe your evaluation!"

Su Xi became interested instead: "Yo? You still dare to talk back? I just misunderstood. There are no boys in the capital who are not dandy. Okay, tell me, I asked you to tell me where I am inconsistent?"

Zong Jincheng said angrily: "You just said clearly that whoever scolds the most harshly will write the best poems. But you judged me for scolding the most harshly, but said that I wrote the worst. Isn't this illogical? ? Moreover, if the quality of poetry is not judged by the harshest criticism, then my brother is the strongest among us in poetry, but you say that he is also the worst in poetry. Isn’t this contradictory to your logic? It’s not self-consistent at all!”

The five personal trainers were horrified, and even Baili Xi wanted to persuade them. After all, Su Xi was also a world-famous poet. Although he had a weird temper, he was really teaching children to write poems. As a result, the little devil To start a fight with him like this was quite disrespectful.

However, Su Xi was not angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you trying to scare with this long list of words? I have said that whoever scolds the harshest will have the best poems, but do you call that poetry? Forcing a rhyme is called a poem? Why not write limericks and make up nursery rhymes when you scold someone and praise yourself at the same time?

Zong Jincheng's neck turned red and his face was blue after being criticized by him. He became angry and said: "I want you to take care of it, I like to write like this!"

The angrier the little devil got, the more excited the devil teacher Su Xi became. He chuckled and said, "Luo Jingfeng caught me just to teach you guys. I've been having a hard time for more than a month, and you don't want to have a good time either." "Listen, the poem is too bad. Let me criticize it again until I am satisfied."

Several young boys wailed and started to write again. Zong Jincheng was left staring at the strange old man and sat down to pick up his pen angrily.

After he reconciled with Luo Jingfeng, his opinion of Luo Jingfeng was not as big as before, so the poems he wrote were actually not that angry. But now if the target were this weird old man, he could curse a hundred times!

Anyway, there was no need to name who he was scolding. Zong Jincheng directly changed the scolded person from Luo Jingfeng to Su Xi, and vented the pent-up anger on the paper...

The teenagers handed in new homework over and over again, but Su Xi yawned and made a few comments before slapping them back and scolding them again. He didn't know whether the teenagers were in a good mood or not at the end of the afternoon. Anyway, his arrogance at being caught by Luo Jingfeng was almost gone.

It was getting dark, and all the teenagers who had passed the test went to have dinner. Even the personal trainer and Baili Xi left. Only Xu Wan stayed here, accompanying the little devil to write his homework for the eighth time.

Zong Jincheng buried his head and cursed wildly with his pen. He changed his pen several times, which shows how deep his resentment was.

Su Xi read his new poem and joked: "Boy, after writing so many poems, I am getting more and more emotional. Have you finally forgotten to rhyme your useless rhymes?"

Zong Jincheng said in his heart that it was because he wanted to scold you more and more. He retorted with a cold face: "Qiu Wei wrote such a non-rhyming curse poem because you wanted the five of us to be kicked out of Gongyuan. Bar?"

"That makes sense," Su Xi grinned like a devil, "Send it back for rewriting."

Little Devil: "!!"

Zong Jincheng's face twitched a few times. He looked at his mother who was accompanying him. Thinking that this was the poet invited by his mother and uncle, he suppressed his anger and continued to sit down and write his homework for the ninth time.

Xu Wan saw that it was getting dark, and stepped forward to persuade: "Mr. Su, take a rest. Dinner has been prepared at home. You can rest early after dinner and come back to guide Jincheng tomorrow."

Su Xi glanced at her and said: "Do you feel sorry for this kid? I think he is very energetic, and you don't need to feel sorry for him."

The little devil who was concentrating on writing poetry suddenly raised his head and glared at Su Xi again.

Su Xi immediately started to take revenge: "I looked at your course schedule, there is still etiquette class? Cancel it and replace it with poetry class. With this kid's appearance, I think learning etiquette is useless. It's better to learn some swearing skills to protect yourself."

Xu Wan: "..."

Are you sure you didn't learn the swearing skills to get beaten?