The killing system in my brain

Chapter 85 I just have chest pain
She couldn't help but look at it. What surprised her was that this boy didn't retreat like other people who just glanced at him. Instead, he forced himself to be calm and looked at her, which made her ask a question with a rare interest.

But these are not important to her. This is just a small episode in her peaceful life. The reason why she came to Modu University is because the library here has a rich collection of books and ancient classics.

After Xiao Xiaoxiao returned to the dormitory, she was obsessed with thinking about the mood of the owner who wrote the poem. Suddenly, she stretched out two fingers and pinched them forward. The paper airplane that Cui Jian shot in seemed to be about to fly to her Average between two fingers.

Xiao Xiaoxiao's expression was calm, without the slightest ups and downs. Just as she was about to throw it in the trash can, she saw a few characters on the paper airplane. .

After carefully studying the lines of the poem for a long time, except for an inexplicable flash of meaning in her eyes, her complexion remained unchanged. After a long while, she softly uttered: "Pretentious."

After speaking, when he was about to throw it away, he lifted the paper and looked at it, and finally said that this paper was sandwiched in the notes next to him.

"The handwriting is beautiful, but it's a pity that it pays too much attention to form."

Cui Jian, who threw the paper plane into someone's window and ran away, ran all the way back to the door of the dormitory, without blushing or panting, straightened his clothes, and Shi Shiran entered the door.

"Everyone, I'm back in triumph!"

Murong Jianguo, who was playing a game, took a look, "What, you came back after throwing the paper?"

"Speak well, what do you mean by throwing away the paper? I folded a paper airplane poetically and threw it into her window. Mainly I was afraid that the stone would hurt her."

Duanmu Goudan turned around and looked at Cui Jian brightly, "Okay, now that the paper has been delivered safely, let's move on to the next step."

Cui Jian lifted his spirits, "What plan?"

Immediately, Cui Jian looked suspiciously at Duanmu Goudan, who looked excited and full of interest, "Why do you look like a little white mouse?"

"Hey!" Duanmu Goudan made a move, picked up the folding fan that I didn't know when he bought it next to him, opened it with a swipe, and shook it gently, "What is a mouse? This is the first time for me to be a literary girl, so we can study together, right?"

Well, this Duanmu Goudan did treat him as an experiment, but the helpless Cui Jian couldn't refute it, who made him ask for something.

"Then what's the next step?"

Duanmu Goudan followed the teachings, "In the afternoon, you write a poem yourself, and then send it up. When people read it, they will definitely subconsciously compare it with the morning one. At that time, she will feel that the one in the morning is taller than the other. Looking at the poem this way, yo, it’s really good!”

Cui Jian exclaimed, "Is there such a showy operation?"

At this moment Shao Bo raised his head and asked: "Are you admitting that your poems are not good?"

"Who said that?" Duanmu Goudan jumped, "If it was in ancient times, it would not be as good as Li Bai and Du Fu, but it could be regarded as a first-rate talent. If you go to the brothel, with the poem just now, the Didn't your artist obediently invite you in, to talk at night by candlelight!"

After everyone had eaten together, Cui Jian ignored the fights and was immersed in the study of the poems given by Duanmu Goudan.

Finally, after Cui Jian looked up words on the Internet, thought hard, and made a few strands of hair gray, he finally wrote the first poem in his life seriously.

"Under the bodhi tree are all treasures, everyone should learn as soon as possible.

It is a good attitude to study hard and ask why. "

As soon as Cui Jian's poem came out, the whole dormitory was silent, Duanmu Goudan clutched his chest with a painful expression on his face.

Cui Jian looked at it, and quickly asked, "God, what's the matter?"

Duanmu Goudan waved his hands vigorously, "It's okay, I just have a severe chest pain, just take it easy."

"Why did it suddenly hurt?"

"Excuse me!"

"Then tell me, how is my poem? I feel like studying hard and making progress every day!"

"Don't talk anymore." Duanmu Goudan stroked his chest, calmed down, thought hard for a long time, and finally sighed, "It's fine, just show her this poem. Step by step, the requirements should not be too high."

At this time, Shao Bo raised his head with a look of enlightenment, "I feel that I can also write a poem!"

Cui Jian bowed, "What's your opinion, brother?"

"I don't dare take my opinion!" Shao Bo got up and snatched the dog's fan. With his thin bamboo body, the fan looked especially big when unfolded. "Listen up, everyone!"

"Sitting alone in the study and being a wife, this love is not known to outsiders.

If you change your left hand for your right hand, you will stop your wife and remarry.

Stroke and stroke again and again, the whole body is itchy and confused.

Little by little fell to the ground, and the children and grandchildren turned into mud. "

If you want to use a more exaggerated way to describe it, it is that when this poem came out, everyone was shocked. After listening to it, everyone couldn't calm down for a long time, especially Duanmu Goudan, a great talent, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Duanmu Goudan cupped his hands, convinced, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Shao Bo, so you are so boring! You can be called a great prostitute!"

Shao Bo smirked a couple of times in embarrassment, with a simple and honest face, "It's just that I have read more books."

Duanmu Goudan hid his face and retreated, Murong Jianguo recalled it now, he had a strange look on his face, "Shao Bo, tell the truth, did you get inspired when you did that thing last night?"

Shao Bo was startled at first, then his old face flushed, "How do you know? I'm so quiet!"

Murong Jianguo patted Shao Bo on the shoulder, "We are all good brothers, don't be so shy, but you must be restrained, anyway, I know you will be here every now and then..."

Before Murong Jianguo could finish his sentence, Shao Bo jumped on him in a fit of embarrassment and pressed Murong Jianguo's mouth. Unfortunately, his body was not dominant, and Murong Jianguo turned over and pressed him on the bed.

Cui Jian ignored the two, and asked Duanmu Goudan: "Then shall I show her the poem I said?"

Duanmu Goudan shrugged, "It's absolutely fine, but why don't you change the adjective, seven characters in vernacular?"

"That's poetry too!!"

After calculating the time for Xiao Xiaoxiao to stay in the dormitory, she folded the paper into a paper airplane and threw it into someone's window, humming a song, and walked away in a figure-of-sight pace.

The paper airplane thrown in by Cui Jian was still easily caught by Xiao Xiaoxiao with two fingers.

Opening her eyes, her calm expression finally changed slightly. After confirming that the handwriting was the same as the poem in the morning, there was a rare trace of anger in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)