Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Seventh for Writing the Storm

Li Yunliang took a closer look at this poem written by Wu Jie! It feels quite lifelike and realistic? 20?? Maybe, maybe, the Organizing Committee has taken a fancy to this. Thinking of this, he said: "Wu Jie, in fact, your poem is very well written! It's very realistic! I suggest that when you are in the competition, you can completely recall the feeling of creation when you submitted your manuscript for the audition. Creation is nothing more than There is a state, as long as you can find that state, you can play better. You have to have some confidence in yourself! Think about it, there are so many good students in our class who have not made it out... Like Ge Wenhui, Xiao Wei, Su Qianqian, Fang Shuxing and the others have not entered the top 100 in the country. Then you can enter the top 100, which proves that you are still a person with cultural background and talent for poetry. So you listen to the teacher, as long as you have Confidence! All problems are not problems!"

Li Yunliang's continuous shooting is about being prudent and continuous... But Wu Jie is getting more and more embarrassed by others, and his face is getting more and more embarrassed... The whole class saw this scene! I can't take it anymore, collective hahahaha! hilarious. Even Wu Jie himself scratched his head in embarrassment with a wry smile on his face.

The twelfth class was laughing like this, but it made Li Yunliang and Han Shaoli laugh confused. What is this situation! Why are you laughing like this? Is there anything wrong with what I just said? No! What I said is prudent, it is very dry and flooded, and I don't feel that there is anything inappropriate.

Li Yunliang frowned and said, "Quiet! Quiet... What are you laughing at! What's so funny. Wu Jie is one of the top 100 in the country by his own ability. This is strength, what qualifications do you have to laugh at others? You guys! I'm so embarrassed to laugh at people."

Hahahahaha! The whole class laughed even more when they heard this.

Seeing that his uncle was confused, Ge Wenhui said loudly, "Mr. Li! Actually, Wu Jie's poems were not written by him!"

Li Yunliang and Han Shaoli were surprised when they heard the words! Whatever the case, he didn't write it. Is it plagiarism! No! If it is plagiarized, the organizing committee cannot be unaware. After all, it is the Internet age. If anyone has published it, you will know by searching on the Internet. How can a plagiarized poem be included in the top 100 in the country? That's too imprecise!

Li Yunliang looked at Wu Jie again and frowned, "Wu Jie! You really didn't write this poem?"

Wu Jie nodded and smiled bitterly, "I really didn't write it!"

Li Yunliang frowned and said, "Could it be that you copied it?"

Wu Jie said: "It's not plagiarism! It's original. It's just that I couldn't write it, so I got someone to help me write it."

Li Yunliang and Han Shaoli looked at each other when they heard the words and felt the same! It turns out that this is how it is so coincidental that a poem written by someone else has entered the top 100 in the country.

Li Yunliang thought for a while, looked at Han Shaoli, and said, "Mr. Han! What should I do in a situation like Wu Jie?"

Han Shaoli said: "There's no way to do this! When the competition was soliciting papers, it didn't say that it couldn't be written on behalf of the competition. It only required that it be original. Otherwise, Wu Jie would abstain from the competition during the competition. It's just that there is no feeling of creation! The organizing committee can't either. what did you say?"

Li Yunliang nodded when he heard the words, and said, "That's the only way!" Speaking of which, he looked at Wu Jie and said, "Wu Jie! Since you have entered the final stage, try your best to strive for it. If you can write it, you can do it. Write, if you really can't write it. Just say you don't feel it, and you can give up!"

Wu Jie, oh, nodded, sat back to his seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijun hurriedly raised his hand... Li Yunliang said, "Zhao Zhijun, what do you want to say?"

Zhao Zhijun said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li! Like Wu Jie, someone else wrote it for me. Can I give up at that time?"

Li Yunliang was a little unhappy when he heard this, and frowned: "Why did you write it for someone else! You two,

If you can't write it, don't write it, and always have someone write it for you. What does this mean? That's great! Give up two at once. Let the school leaders see you! What about our class! "

Zhao Zhijun didn't say anything... You must know that Zhang Yu wrote this on his behalf, although he didn't say it was against the rules. But after all, it is a crooked way, and there is nothing to be proud of. At first, I planned to make a fool of myself, but unfortunately, they all entered the top 100 in the country. How could I have thought of these things in the first place!

Li Yunliang thought for a while, frowned and said, "Forget it! If it doesn't work, then you should give up."

Zhao Zhijun, oh, nodded, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sat down.

Li Yunliang said: "Is there any problem?"

Lu Zhiquan also raised his hand at this time... Li Yunliang said, "Lu Zhiquan! What do you want to ask?"

Lu Zhiquan said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry! Teacher Li. I also wrote it for someone else. Can I abstain?"

Hearing this, Li Yunliang was so angry that he almost exploded his lungs, and said angrily: "Why are you writing it for someone else! You are all kidding me, aren't you? Are you all taking me as a Sunday? I wrote it! Is there such a thing? Is it interesting for you to follow me to make this kind of joke? Is there anyone else in the room who wrote it for me? If there is, raise your hand and let me see how many people there are. "

As soon as Li Yunliang finished speaking, more than 20 hands were raised in the room at the same time... This scene almost made Li Yunliang faint!

Li Yunliang's face was ugly now... Han Shaoli also frowned, not knowing what the 12th class meant. What a joke! Engage in confrontation! How can all the people write for others.

Li Yunliang slapped the table fiercely and said angrily, "You guys are playing with me! Why is it all written by someone else. Who is so awesome! If he can write so much for him, he is a poet! Or a poet!"

The people in the classroom looked at each other, and all turned their eyes to the back corner in a conditioned reflex... Zhang Yu saw Li Yunliang and Han Shaoli looking at him in astonishment, so he bared his teeth and said with a smile: " I wrote it!"

"What!" Li Yunliang and Han Shaoli were both surprised. The answer is so unbelievable, these works that entered the top 100 were all written by Zhang Yu alone. real or fake? how can that be!

Li Yunliang was surprised for a long time before he said, "Zhang Yu! Do you mean that your poems have all entered the top 100?"

Zhang Yu said: "I didn't enter all of them! I wrote more than this, and only entered a part."

Li Yunliang, who had an incredible look, and Han Shaoli, who had the same incredible look, looked at each other, and even felt a little weird now. How could such a thing happen!