Chapter Nine.

Xiao Huai opened his notebook and found that the paper was missing. He looked around and noticed that Song Yu's eyes were gradually showing surprise.

Pass the note to the girl next to you until it reaches Xiao Huai's hand.

It's him! It's him! It's him!

Xiao Huai was puzzled, and then he found three big characters written on the paper: "Please advise".

Instantly, both of them were stunned. The teacher on the stage looked confused - I clearly held back the miasma in my body just now, condensed it in my dantian and didn't release it. Why was the echo so loud? Could it be that there's something wrong with my hearing or breath-holding?

At this moment, the two girls have straight upper bodies, but are fiercely fighting below.

Finally, Xiao Huai walked in with a disheveled appearance.

After taking a look at the paper, he was immediately captivated. What a remarkable poem it was, every word was like a precious gem, exquisitely beautiful. He recited it over and over again.

However, the class was quiet. Since the teacher announced the positions for class cadres, many people had the desire to compete. But no one wanted to stand out. The students who were more pragmatic naturally pretended to be indifferent at first, to show their aloofness. https://www.hetushucom.com.

Pass the note as instructed.

Xiao was taken aback and walked to his position. At this moment, the power struggle had come to an end, and under the democratic voting, the temporarily appointed class cadres were all smiling with joy.

This student, who is proficient in poetry, can casually recite poems from various dynasties, naturally able to discern that this unfamiliar poem is a new creation!

Then he noticed the papers on the ground. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "Did I really stoop to such a level?" Naturally, he warned himself not to be overly sentimental in the future.

Xiao Huai, who was lazy, naturally took the opportunity to wander around the school and sat by the willow tree, leisurely and content. When he returned, it had been about an hour.

Xiao recited softly, "Enduring the coldness of the rippling lamp, lonely, lonely, lonely at the third watch." Suddenly, he sighed with melancholy - the girl in his dream was so lonely and sad...

He suddenly understood that he had a problem with his hearing just now, and now he has a problem with his breathing...

Xiao Huai couldn't help but smile. At this moment, he was still feeling sad for the girl in his dream. Inspiration was gushing like a spring, and he had already written down m.hetushu.com: "The orchid dew is locked, half a lifetime returns. Even if the clouds scatter, the poplar flowers are already unfamiliar. Every year, the flower letters are empty on the lonely pillow, inside and outside the mirror, tears fill the mirror stand."

At this moment, the teacher couldn't hold it any longer and made a "pu chi" sound from under him.

Xiao Huai suddenly laughed -- every day he was having meaningless dreams, how did he become so suspicious today?

Song Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and quickly wrote a line on the paper: "The moonlight leaks through the curved railing, shedding tears. Beneath the bridge, the slender chrysanthemums, the parting is hard to bear. Blooming tonight, the autumn arrives quietly. The beloved is affectionate, and it is said that affection leads to sorrow."

This extraordinary and elegant poem is indeed the work of that young man!

Because he understands poetry and can recite all the poems, he is more aware of the difficulty of poetry. Song Yu looked at the following quatrains and truly wanted to dance with joy, just like a beloved child obtaining something they have longed for.

In the mirror and outside the mirror, tears and dust fill the dressing table. Such a delicate description, yet achieved effortlessly by a young man of the same age? And both before and after are so perfectly aligned.

At the strong request of the teacher, finally a student slowly stood up and told himself that he must not let others see his excitement, even if he became a cadre at work... it is best to let others think it was unintentional...

Song Yu initially thought it was the girl with glasses behind him poking him with her finger - in order to show restraint, he pretended nothing had happened. But when there was no response from behind, he became anxious and couldn't bear it. Finally, he slowly turned around and found that the girl with glasses behind him had already moved to the side.

However, when he entered through the back door, he found a pair of sharp and imposing eyes staring at him! Those eyes were filled with doubt.

Silk ... ...

Could that figure be my past self?

Upon seeing Xiao Huai searching on the table, Song Yu felt a blank in his mind!

When Song Yu saw the note, his whole body trembled for a moment. The blood in his body almost seemed to explode, rushing everywhere.

Later, the girl became extremely angry. In order to seek revenge, she desperately tore apart the clothes of the other girl...

Because there are sensitive words like "tearing clothes to fight for love, ending up empty-handed" above!

Song Yu sighed softly, never expecting that there would be someone even more talented than him in poetry and calligraphy. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the extremely refined student he had just encountered - judging by his demeanor, it must have been him!

His trembling hands tightly grasped the note—At this moment, with a look of admiration on his face, this expression, which only appears when he talks about "Nalan Xingde," is completely revealed.

So Song Yu absentmindedly watched the students giving speeches, occasionally glancing back at the rear door.

When this bird of ill omen revealed its true colors and pointed its spearhead at the position of the class leader, the other students could no longer hold back and rushed to the stage one after another, like tanks rumbling forward.

He was reminded of the struggle of the girl in front of him, and suddenly wrote a fluent poem with a moment of inspiration: "Who composes songs for the jade lips, the pitiful woman in the long corridor of my dream. Fighting for love, but ending up with empty hands. Heartbroken, with shadows of sorrow emerging, the azalea tears in the jade pool are endless. Enduring the coldness of the rippling lamp, lonely and desolate until the wee hours of the morning."

And this suddenly stirred up a huge wave in his heart! He felt like his body couldn't help but moan.

That is the look of Song Yu!

Xiao smiled faintly, and casually tore a piece of paper from the exercise book on the table. Suddenly, he remembered his dream from last night, which gradually became clear. He dreamed of a girl crying softly by the pool at hetushu.com. Her singing voice and slender figure lingered on, just like the palace maidens in the lonely ancient palace, making his heart tremble. Why did he have such a dream for no reason last night?

Two girls were fighting under the table, and one of them accidentally tore the other girl's skirt...

Originally, just now, a gust of wind blew by, coincidentally flipping open the notebook, and the piece of paper drifted in the air, landing squarely behind Song Yu.

This is a verse he wrote a long time ago, but until now, he has not been able to come up with another verse. He has put a great deal of effort into this poem and treasures it dearly.

Immediately, he quickly lowered his head and coughed, saying, "Classmates, today's opening education ends here. Now, let's have everyone run for positions themselves."

He was completely unaware that the students hardly listened to him, instead they looked at the two girls with a playful expression.

Xiao Huai was extremely bored watching, so he tucked the paper into the notebook and walked out of the classroom through the back door to take care of his personal matters. Little did he know, the paper tucked in the notebook was blown away by a gust of wind and happened to fly up...

Just then, Song Yu saw a friendly smile from Xiao Huai.