readx;?“ Enough! Enough! You are all enough!" Su Qianqian frowned and suddenly interjected beside her: "The relevant requirements of the competition are clearly written! It is not allowed to borrow ancient poems and limericks. Pen, Qu, Ge www.biquge.info you are making up these things to make trouble! Especially you, Zhang Yu, are the leader of the group, and you can't make trouble with your head. ”

Zhang Yu had no choice but to make a helpless expression when he heard this...... Wu Fatzi and several people were also disappointed when they heard this.

Zhou Ying interjected: "Qianqian, then tell us, what are the requirements for submissions in this competition?"

Su Qianqian said: "There are a lot of specific requirements! Anyway, the theme, genre, rhyme, level, battle, anyway, there are certain requirements in all aspects, you can go back and take a closer look." ”

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Many people in the class were feeling a little worried...... At first, many people were going to fool the past, but now it seems that it is not easy.

There was a lot of discussion in the class...... Almost all of them are worried about what to vote for in the afternoon.

Su Qianqian looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Squad leader, do you have a laptop at home?"

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

Wu Jie said: "I have it at home! Why don't I bring it over! There is no need to buy a computer for such a thing." ”

Zhang Yu nodded but didn't say anything!

Soon, Class 12 was out of school in a gloomy cloud...... Almost all the students in the school received the notice to participate in the competition, and one of them was counted as one, and they didn't have a good time at noon, and they were all racking their brains at home to think about poetry.

In the afternoon, all the 12 classes came to school on time.

Originally, today was the back-to-school day, and the afternoon was supposed to be a holiday, but as a result, there was a political movement, and not only did not have a holiday, but also had to work overtime. Almost everyone in the class is unhappy, and they have to write a poem that makes people feel a headache. The people who have already done it when they go home at noon don't feel anything, and there is no one at home at noon, and now they are worried enough.

Su Qianqian waited for everyone in the class to arrive, then stood up and looked at Zhang Yu, and said, "Class leader, can you arrange the submission?"

Zhang Yu nodded when he heard this, got up and took the notebook handed over by Wu Fatzi, came to the podium, and after connecting it, he turned on his mobile phone hotspot, connected to the Internet, and said: "What about below! Everyone has reported their contributions, I will help you register, and then send them to the submission mailbox." Okay, come over if you've already written!"

The people in the class, you look at you, I look at me, and there is no one who stands up...... It's not that they haven't been written, but if they do, they're not too embarrassed to be the first to come.

Zhang Yu looked at the expressions of the people in the audience, understood at once, and smiled: "The class committee will take the lead!

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

Wu Jie suddenly spoke: "Class deputy, don't be so handsome, give us a thought, let us also learn and learn." ”

Su Qianqian and Zhang Yuyan glanced at each other when they heard this...... Zhang Yu nodded, Su Qianqian picked up the manuscript, and said: "My song is called Xiaohua, a small yellow flower, lonely grows with it, maybe it has been trampled under the feet of a laughing child, maybe it has been pressed by the wind and rain, but it still looks at the morning glow with that gorgeous color, and blooms elegantly with its most beautiful time, ah Xiaohua, it never longs to have a greenhouse home, the natural air makes it grow up happily, you see what it is, a small flower that has just bloomed." ”

When the people in the class heard this, they were silent for a while...... The applause rang out.

Zhao Zhijun said: "Deputy class, your poem is so good." ”

Lu Zhiquan also nodded, "Yes, after listening to the deputy class, the little creative feeling that I ignited when I entered the room was immediately extinguished again, let alone writing." ”

The whole class laughed when they heard this......

Zhang Yu looked at Su Qianqian appreciatively and said, "Do you still want to change it?"

Su Qianqian shook her head and said, "Don't change it!"

Zhang Yu typed quickly, crackled almost in seconds at the manuscript, and then wrote the relevant information and sent an email. said: "Next, Ge Wenhui!"

Ge Wenhui stood up when he heard the words and came to the podium...... Zhang Yu said: "Read it!"

Ge Wenhui said: "My poem warms people's homes, the spring breeze brings warm spring flowers, the green willows send branches, the petals and shadows reflect each other, and the small bridge and flowing water are a person's house." ”

The people in the class applauded at the same time, and they all admired it.

Although many people in the class think Ge Wenhui is not very likable, after all, he is still very talented. The poems are also written with a clear eye, and many people feel that they are not at that level.

Zhang Yu pouted and smiled, "Not bad, Lao Ge!

Ge Wenhui said: "No matter how high it is, it can't be as high as the class leader!"

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "This is the truth!

Ge Wenhui saw that Zhang Yu's face was big and accepted it, but he didn't say anything, and shook his head...... Zhang Yu crackled and completed the manuscript and submitted it successfully. "Next!uh...... Xiao Wei!"

Xiao Wei is the third in the class after Zhang Yu and Ge Wenhui, so when it comes to these things, it should also be his strong point.

Xiao Wei also came to the podium, picked up the manuscript and read it...... In the following time, the 12th class started with the members of the class committee, and read out their works one by one, which were then entered into the computer by Zhang Yu, and finally uploaded to the mailbox for the solicitation of papers.

Most of them have prepared one song, and some of them think that they are brilliant in writing and have prepared two songs at the same time, and it seems that they want to strive for some results in this competition. Of course, most of them just wrote a song, just to cope with the political event.

Soon, most of the class was almost ready...... It can also be said that good students are almost the same. The rest is the tail of the class, like Wu Fat Zhao Zhiquan and them.

Zhang Yu looked at Wu Jie and said, "Fatty! ”

Wu Jie looked at Zhao Zhiquan and said, "Old Zhao, come first! ”

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

Lu Zhiquan said: "How did I come! Don't let me make limericks, I don't have a clue! This ......" Lu Zhiquan also scratched his ears and cheeks, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "Boss, why don't you write me a poem and deal with it." ”

Zhang Yu on the podium said: "I'm fine, but ......" turned his head to look at Su Qianqian as he spoke: "The main thing is to see if the deputy of the class will let you go!"

Su Qianqian frowned and said, "This can't work, Zhang Yu!