Divine Star System

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"Enough! Enough! You are all enough!" Su Qianqian frowned and suddenly interjected: "The requirements of the game are written clearly and clearly! It is not allowed to borrow ancient poems and oil poems. It is a mess to compile these. Well! Especially you Zhang Yu, you are the leader of the group, and you can't make trouble with your head. "

Zhang Yuwenyan had no choice but to make a helpless expression ... Wu Fatty, a few people, also lost face when they heard the words.

Zhou Ying interjected: "Qianqian! Then tell us, what are the requirements for submission for this competition?"

Su Qianqian said: "There are more specific requirements! Anyway, there are certain requirements on the subject matter, genre, rhyme, flatness, and confrontation. Anyway, you can go back and take a closer look."

"Ah! It's so difficult!" Wu Jie was dumbfounded.

Many people in the class felt a little worried ... At the beginning, many people were planning to fool around! Now it seems that it is not difficult.

There was a lot of discussion in the class ... Almost all worried about what to cast in the afternoon.

Su Qianqian took a look at Zhang Yu and said, "Lecturer, do you have a laptop at home? If so, use it in the afternoon to submit!"

Zhang Yu said, "I don't! But I can buy one at noon."

Wu Jie said, "My family has it! Or I'll bring it! It's not necessary to buy a computer for something like this."

Zhang Yu nodded and said nothing!

Soon, class twelve ended school in a gloomy cloud ... Almost all the students in the school received notifications to participate in the competition. One was counted as one, and they didn't have a good time at noon. Poems.

In the afternoon, all members of Class Twelve arrived at the school on time.

It was originally the day of returning to school. As a rule, it should be a holiday in the afternoon. As a result, there was a political movement. Almost every class in the class is counted, it's all unhappy, but also a poem that makes people feel headache. Those who have already gotten home at noon have no feeling. At noon, there is no one at home, and now they are worried.

Su Qianqian and everyone in the class were here before standing up and looking at Zhang Yu, saying, "Squad leader, can you arrange the submission?"

Zhang Yuwenyan nodded, got up and took the notebook handed by Wu Fatzi, came to the podium, connected, opened his mobile phone wifi hotspot, connected to the Internet, and said: "Below! Everyone submits their contributions. Report it, I will register it for you, and send it to the submission mailbox. Okay, come here already!

People in the class, look at you, I look at me, there isn't a single person who stands up ... It's not that they haven't written it well, but if they have written it well, they're not embarrassed to come first.

Zhang Yu looked at the expressions of the people in the stands, and immediately understood, smiled and said, "Let the class leader take the lead! Has Su Qianqian finished writing?"

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

Wu Jie suddenly said: "Deputy class! Don't make such a deal, give it to us and let us learn too."

Su Qianqian and Zhang Yu Wenyan glanced at each other ... Zhang Yu nodded, Su Qianqian picked up the manuscript, and said, "My first name is Xiaohua, a small yellow flower that grew up alone with it, maybe it was a laughing child Stepped on it, maybe it was pressed by the wind and rain, but it still looks up to the morning glow with that gorgeous color, blooms elegance with its most beautiful time, ah little flower, it never desires to have a greenhouse home, natural air makes it Grow up happily, you see what it is, a flower that just bloomed. "

The people in the class heard this, and were quiet for a while ... Applause rang.

Zhao Zhijun said: "Deputy class! Your poem is wonderful."

Lu Zhiquan nodded too! Tao said: "Yeah! After listening to the class vice, I felt a little creative when I entered the room, and it went out immediately, let alone writing."

Hehehehe! The whole class sneered at it ...

Zhang Yu admired Su Qianqian and said, "Are you still changing?"

Su Qianqian shook her head and said, "No change! That's it!"

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

Ge Wenhui stood up and came to the podium ... Zhang Yu said, "Read it!"

Ge Wenhui said: "My poem *** warms people, the spring breeze brings warm spring flowers, the green strips and green willows send branches, and the petals are reflected in the green.

Poppy poppy! The people in the class applauded at the same time.

Although many people in the class felt that Ge Wenhui was not very pleasing, after all, they were still very talented. The poems are written with clairvoyance, and many people feel that they are not at that level.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Okay, Lao Ge! The level is quite high!"

Ge Wenhui said: "No matter how high! It can't be higher than the squad leader!"

Zhang Yu Hey! Smiled and said, "This is true! Is it still changing?"

When Ge Wenhui saw that Zhang Yu's face was also large, he didn't say anything. He shook his head ... Zhang Yu cracked the manuscript, and the submission was successful. "Next! Uh ... 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 strong point.

Xiao Wei also came to the podium, picked up the manuscript and read it ... The next time, the twelfth class started from the members of the class committee, one by one came out to read their own work, and then entered by Zhang Yu to the computer, and Uploaded to the mailbox for submission.

Most people have prepared a song, and some of them think that they have prepared two songs at the same time. It seems that they want to win some results in this competition. Of course, most of them are just one, just to deal with this political activity.

Soon, most of the class was almost prepared ... It can be said that the good students are almost the same. The rest are the tails in the class, like Wu Zhizhao and Zhao Zhiquan.

Zhang Yu looked at Wu Jie and said, "Fat! It's almost there, let's just send you a few."

Wu Jie looked at Zhao Zhiquan and said, "Lao Zhao, come first! I'm brewing."

Zhao Zhiquan made a speechless expression: "You let me come! Are you sorry? I'm still brewing it myself. Lao Lu, come on!"

Lu Zhiquan said, "Why did I come! Let me not cheer on poems, and I have no clue! This ..." Lu Zhiquan also scratched his head, not knowing what to do. Suddenly there was a flash of light, and he said, "Boss! Otherwise, you can just write me a treat."

Zhang Yu on the podium said: "I'm fine! But ..." I turned to look at Su Qianqian during the talk: "It's mainly because the class deputy refused to let me go!"

Su Qianqian frowned and said, "Isn't it possible, Zhang Yu! How can this be written for you?" (To be continued.)