Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

In an office on the top floor of Yunzhou University, two old men nearly sixty years old were drinking tea and chatting. One of them was Zhang Xuesong, the president of Yunzhou University, and the other was Wang Que, the dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Yunzhou University.

In fact, Zhang Xuesong and Wang Zhen are not just superiors and subordinates. They are also alumni and classmates of Jinghua University, and have been old friends for many years.

There is a computer in front of the two of them. The topic that Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que are talking about now is about the writing and writing section of the Yunda campus forum. Today's writing and writing was very lively. The two little guys actually started fighting over poems. This made Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que both excited.

It's all a little funny.

But this is a good thing. The Yunda Forum has been a little too deserted during this period. It would be nice to inject some vitality into it.

I know Tongmu well, Zhang Xuesong. He has posted many good articles and poems on the forum. Even his old friend Wang Que, the dean of the School of Liberal Arts, has nodded in praise of some of his poems. He is very talented.

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Of course Wang Que also knew some things about his classmates. How could he not notice such a talented student as the dean of the School of Liberal Arts? Wang Que himself liked poetry, and occasionally he would improvise two new poems for fun.

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As long as someone has some attainments in ancient prose, it is quite easy to play with lyrics. Tongmu is very talented in poetry. Wang Que plans to check his identity when he has time. Such talented students must be well cultivated.

"Old friend, come, let's take a look at the new poem that Tongmu posted. As a principal, I am almost intrigued by it." Zhang Xuesong laughed and asked Wang Que to look at Tongmu's new poem with him.

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"Okay, haha, I didn't expect us two old guys to be slandered by two little dolls. If those students knew about it, they might laugh like that!"

Wang Que said that today's poem battle was really interesting, and even he was a little excited.

"I couldn't sleep at night, so I sat up and played the harp. The thin curtains looked at the bright moon, and the breeze blew my lap. The solitary horn was playing in the field, and the flying birds were singing in the northern forest. Where will I see you when I wander? Worry makes me sad. What a poem, what a poem!" Zhang Xuesong and Wang

The first thing he saw at first sight was "Yong Huai" by Tong Mu. Both of them had relatively high literary attainments. As soon as he saw this "Yong Huai", Wang Que couldn't help but slap his thigh and sighed.

Although this "Yong Huai" cannot be called a classic, it is also a rare masterpiece. Wang Que was particularly impressed that Tong Mu had such talent at such a young age. He probably would not be able to do this "Yong Huai" for a while.

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Zhang Xuesong also praised: "Yes, the thin curtain can see the bright moon, and the breeze blows my lap. Where can I see it when I wander? Worry makes me sad. A good poem and a good sentence."

Although Zhang Xuesong's literary attainments are not as good as Wang Que's, he can still recognize good poems and lines at a glance. Tong Mu's "Yong Huai" has reached an extraordinary level in terms of word choice and sentence structure. Looking at Yunhai University

, there are really not many students who can compare with him, and even some teachers in liberal arts colleges may be far behind him.

"Alas, this fellow student's talent makes me, an old man, a little jealous." Zhang Xuesong told Wang Que that he would definitely not be able to make "Yong Huai".

"What are you jealous of? If you are jealous, isn't he also a student of our Yunnan University?" Wang Que laughed. This old friend still tastes like a student. If others heard this, he would not be laughed to death.

Zhang Xuesong also laughed. It was a joke. How could he, an old man who was about to die, really be jealous of a young man? What's more, this young man was still a student of his school.

It is too late to be happy that Zhang Xuesong has such a student. If his classmate achieves success in the future, he will definitely be honored as the president of Yunzhou University.

"Okay, let's take a look at Third Brother... Huh? It's from Tongmu again." Originally, Zhang Xuesong wanted to take a look at Third Brother's new poems, but the post that was refreshed was still Tongmu's post. Zhang Xuesong was slightly surprised.

"Old friend, it seems that this third brother has never been seen before. Is it caused by some teacher?" The third brother's talent and learning are also very amazing. He is not inferior to his classmates. Wang Que is very familiar with the good names of poems and lyrics that are active in the Wu Wen Nong Mo section.

It's quite impressive, except for this third brother, I don't know where he came from, so I have no memory at all.

Moreover, he only recognized a few students who wrote good poems, but none of them were as good as Tongmu. This third brother's literary talent was extraordinary. He was almost evenly matched with Tongmu, or even slightly better than Tongmu.

It's like a level that ordinary students can achieve.

Zhang Xuesong also felt this way and said: "Whether he is a teacher or a student, this third brother is not a good person. Look at the name he gave him. Even our two old men have to call him brother."

After Zhang Xuesong said this, he couldn't help but laugh. Of course he wasn't really angry. No matter whether he was a student or a teacher, he was still a member of his school. Literature has never distinguished between status and country, so there is no need to care.

Wang Que also smiled. It was indeed him who was in trouble just now. Is he a student or a teacher? What does it matter? As long as the poems are good, it will be fine. Besides, judging from the name he gave and he calls himself brother, he is not too old to think about it.

No matter where you go, it is fair and reasonable to compete with the same wood.

"In the rainy alley at dusk, the screen windows are hazy, and the silence is like a summer mourning. My eyes are wet with tears, and the sound of tears falling from the bamboo trees is heard in the wind. Looking at the glory of that year in the distance, the shadows under the willows are also drifting. Old friends are far away, and there is no one to speak in the quiet night, who can give me advice.

I have never said goodbye to my beloved, but there are only a few butterflies on my shoulders, and my thoughts are deep in my bones. A few bushes of trees and flowers are just for the horizon. A dream at dawn, a young man's journey, thousands of miles endless. When I go back, my beloved has passed away, I still miss my old friend."

"Good words, good words. This is another excellent piece of writing by this fellow writer." This time it was Zhang Xuesong who commented first.

This new poem with the same title as "Xia" has completely reached the first-class level of domestic lyric writing. Zhang Xuesong couldn't help but sigh slightly. Good poetry does not necessarily mean good lyrics, and good lyrics does not necessarily mean good lyrics.

The poems are also excellent, but this fellow student is excellent at poetry and lyrics, and his talent is evident.

Zhang Xuesong was filled with emotion.

"In the rainy alley at dusk, the screen windows are hazy, and the silence is like a summer mourning. My eyes are wet with tears, and the sound of tears falling from the bamboo trees is heard in the wind. Looking at the glory of that year in the distance, the shadows under the willows are also drifting. Old friends are far away, and there is no one to speak in the quiet night, who can give me advice.

I have never said goodbye to my beloved, but there are only a few butterflies on my shoulders, and my thoughts are deep in my bones. A few bushes of trees and flowers are just for the horizon. A dream at dawn, a young man's journey, thousands of miles endless. When I go back, my beloved has passed away, I still miss my old friend."

Wang Que also read it again and sighed: "Tong Mu is indeed very talented in writing, and his word choice has reached the level of mastery. Maybe in a few years, we will have another outstanding poet in our country."

Regarding "Xia", Wang Que and Zhang Xuesong have both the same and different views. In Wang Que's view, "Xia" is indeed close to the first-class level, but it is still a little short of the real first-class level. As far as he is concerned,

For example, when he writes a poem, he is better than his peers. This is not because he is arrogant, but because it is a fact.

After all, Tongmu is still a little young, and his literary accomplishments still need to be honed.

Tong Mu's poems are all excellent works. Zhang Xuesong and Wang Ye agreed unanimously, but why hasn't the third brother posted his poems yet? Did he just give up?

Tong Mu's poems have been posted for two or three minutes. They haven't seen Third Brother's poems yet. Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que are a little anxious. Third Brother's literary talent is equally extraordinary. They both want to read his masterpieces. What if?

Both Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que were a little unwilling to admit defeat like this.

The third brother is also a great talent. Even if he loses, he should do it openly and honestly instead of being a coward. If he does that, both Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que will look down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, here you go, old friend, two poems." Wang Que kept refreshing the page. When he saw the two words signed by Third Brother under the post, he immediately became excited, and the title of Third Brother's post was "Two Poems and Two Poems."

It seems that he posted the poem and lyrics in one post.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Zhang Xuesong was equally impatient. He grabbed the mouse from Wang Que's hand and immediately clicked on the third brother's post.

Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que were looking forward to it, but when they looked at each other after reading the third brother's post, their eyes widened almost at the same time. Their eyes were full of surprise and extreme shock.

This...this...third brother is too perverted!

Zhang Xuesong and Wang Que hissed and gasped.

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