Chapter 510

Class 01, sophomore year, Department of Chinese, Jinling University.

The laughter in the class was shocking. The reason for all this was that Qin Chen interpreted an ancient poem.

It is not so much an ancient poem as a joke.

And it's still funny.

Head teacher Gao Lan looked at the students laughing more and more outrageously, and his expression gradually cooled down.

"Be quiet! Qin Chen, you are so presumptuous that you dare to make trouble in my class!" Gao Lan said coldly.

Qin Chen shrugged. "Teacher, I'm telling the truth. This is the real meaning of this poem."

"Teacher, if you say I make trouble, what do you mean it's an ancient poem?"

"Hiss..."

Qin Chen actually contradicted Gao Lan at the moment, so that the students here couldn't laugh for a moment, but took a cold breath.

Although Gao Lan is only the Chinese teacher of class 01, she is also the head teacher of this class.

She has just taken over class 01 and is eager to establish prestige.

How dare Qin Chen collide with the head teacher like this?

Even Xu Xiaohua at the same table pulled La Qinchen's sleeve and told him not to make trouble again with small eyes.

Qin Chen gently shook off her little hand and said softly, "it's all right, look at me."

Regardless of Qin Chen's interpretation of this song, but Qin Chen dares to be so presumptuous in Gao Lan's class, Gao Lan will never tolerate what he does.

Qin Chen is just a learning scum. I really think the math teacher praised him in his ear.

Qin Chen is going to heaven!

Don't forget, this is the Chinese department. It's no use even if you're good at math.

If you don't have a solid knowledge of your major, you still can't graduate and be recognized by the outside world.

Gao Lan held back her anger. "Classmate Qin Chen, since you are so confident, take out the ancient poems you collected!"

Gao Lan knew that Qin Chen, a learning scum, usually plays games after class and sleeps in Internet cafes.

Where do you know any ancient poetry, most of which have not been collected.

As long as Qin Chen says that he has not collected, or that the collected ancient poetry is very poor.

Then Gao Lan has an excuse.

There is an excuse to reprimand Qin Chen. There is an excuse to ask Qin Chen's parents to come and report to the school to criticize Qin Chen.

At that time, I'll see if you dare to contradict me.

"How dare you make trouble in my class? I don't think you've died." Gao Lan said secretly in his heart.

Seeing the head teacher Gao Lan say so, other students all cast sympathetic eyes on Qin Chen.

"Qin Chen is about to finish playing. He usually only knows to play games and sleep. He certainly doesn't collect ancient poetry."

"Hehe, even if Qin Chen has collected it, don't forget that Mr. Gao is a Chinese teacher. Just pick the brush in Qin Chen's ancient poetry."

"Yes, as long as Mr. Gao Lan wants to find fault, it's no use for Qin Chen to find ancient poetry. Now Qin Chen can be mixed."

......

The students talked and said everything, but without exception, they all thought Qin Chen was cool this time.

The next second, Qin Chen stood up in his seat.

It seems that he is ready to answer Gao Lan's question.

For a moment, the students' eyes focused on Qin Chen.

These eyes are sympathetic and contemptuous.

Most of the sympathetic eyes came from the students in the back row. Like Qin Chen, they were also learning scum.

The scornful eyes came from the students with good academic performance in the front row.

As excellent students, they naturally have a sense of superiority and pride.

And inviolable.

You Qin Chen is just a learning scum. You are the bottom of the class. You dare to learn from others to play tricks in class. It doesn't matter.

Now it's all right. Mr. Gao Lan asks questions in person. Even if you don't want to answer, Qin Chen can't.

They don't think Qin Chen can answer any answers. Even if they say it later, it is estimated that it is not very good ancient poetry.

At the moment, Qin Chen has no time to take care of the ideas of the whole class. He is still thinking about choosing the ancient poem of the previous life.

After all, there were Tang poetry and Song Ci in the previous generation, and there were Tang and Song Dynasties, which gave birth to bright poets like a sea of smoke.

Correspondingly, there are too many good ancient poems.

At this moment, Qin Chen really didn't know which one to recite better.

Gao Lan and other students don't know what Qin Chen thinks at the moment.

Seeing Qin Chen's delay in answering, they thought he couldn't say it.

Wang Panpan, the blushing representative of the Chinese class who was hated by Qin Chen, mocked, "Qin Chen, didn't you say that the ancient poetry I chose is stupid?"

"Then you should tell us the ancient poems you collected and listen to them. Hum, I can't think of them for so long. I don't think so."

Qin Chen, "..."

Gao Lan saw that Qin Chen didn't speak yet, and thought in his heart that he must not have collected it.

Just now there was a look of expectation, which gradually solidified.

After some thinking, Qin Chen finally chose an ancient poem by Li Bai.

"Alas!"

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many different roads. Where are you today?... why are you at a loss for the founding of the country?"

"... I'm born to be useful. I'll come back after all the money is gone!"

A song by Li Bai about the difficulty of the Shu Road was adapted by Qin Chen and recited by Lang Lang.

Qin Chen uttered word by word in his magnetic and thick voice.

For a moment, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, it enlightens the deaf!

Qin Chen recites with emotion, which is completely different from Wang Panpan's recitation according to the words.

After reading this poem, the whole class only felt numb. The internal rhythm of this ancient poem was fully played by Qin Chen.

Rao is a Chinese teacher, Gao Lan. At this time, he is completely convinced by Qin Chen.

Just now Gao Lan was going to take the opportunity to find Qin Chen's stubble, but now it seems that he was beaten in the face by Qin Chen.

Gao Lan not only couldn't pick out the slightest fault of Qin Chen, but also was read by Qin Chen's ancient poem. She was numb and agitated.

"Qin Chen, where did you find this ancient poem?" Gao Lan's lips opened gently.

Qin Chen, "I wrote it myself."

Qin Chen didn't lie. It was him who pieced together several ancient poems of Li Bai.

In this way, isn't it written by Qin Chen himself?

Gao Lan will not believe Qin Chen's words.

She thought Qin Chen was still angry with her.

After a pause, Gao Lan said, "can you say what this ancient poem means?"

Gao Lan was really shocked by Qin Chen's ancient poem just now. I think she is also a top student majoring in Chinese.

During her years of professional Chinese teaching and research, she has never seen such magnificent ancient poetry.

This is not supposed to be.

Gao Lan guessed that Qin Chen might have found it in some corner.

This is a major discovery.

After all, the ancient poems of the Dragon kingdom are not perfect now. There are many isolated or incomplete versions scattered everywhere!!!

This makes it very difficult for them to collect.