Zhou Changgui said those words against his will. If he didn't have to maintain his image as a refined gentleman, he would probably have been gritting his teeth in anger by now.

He forced a humble smile, pretending to listen attentively: "Since Xiaosheng has his own perspective, I'm quite curious to know if there's anything Xiaosheng needs to refute me. I'll listen carefully, because many things can only be understood through mutual exchange and discussion."

Jiang Sheng felt utterly disgusted when Zhou Changgui called him "Little Victory".

But he still spoke calmly and respectfully.

"This poem, from beginning to end, uses simple yet clear language, fresh and refined yet with timeless elegance, to express a poet's sincerity and his most sincere hopes. It also shows that I, the author of this poem, am actually full of longing for kindness and want to be a happy person."

"Therefore, since the tone of this poem is already simple, if we try to pile up fancy words, we will lose the original intention and it will seem very deliberate, thus losing sincerity and goodwill."

"My initial purpose in writing this poem was simply to express a simple wish."

Jiang Sheng calmly looked at Zhou Changgui in front of him, watching as the other man's eyes gradually became somewhat flustered, while he himself became even calmer.

"Professor Zhou may have a different understanding of this poem, which has led to a misunderstanding between us. I originally thought that as a relatively experienced poet, Professor Zhou should be able to see the intention expressed in my poem."

"But I didn't expect that perhaps Teacher Zhou didn't perceive the other meanings in this poem, which is why he offered a different perspective from mine."

After she finished speaking, Zhou Changgui was speechless and didn't know what to say.

As for Jiang Sheng, he looked at the somewhat flustered Zhou Changgui with great interest, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Doesn't he pride himself on being a very famous poet?

How can you not even appreciate the true meaning of a poem written by a college student like yourself?

It seems that this fake is indeed fake. No matter how hard it tries to pretend it's real, it can't hide the fact that it's always been a counterfeit.

Of course, Zhou Changgui didn't notice the odd thing on Jiang Sheng's face. Instead, he was embarrassed by the slap in the face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Xuehui, standing beside him, felt a little strange seeing Zhou Changgui's somewhat embarrassed expression.

Zhou Changgui is a very talented man, so why can't he answer my question today?

As for Zhou Changgui, after a brief moment of panic, he quickly regained his composure.

Looking at Jiang Sheng, who was calm in front of him, he realized that the other party did not make things difficult for him at all. On the contrary, he still had a humble look on his face, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking things.

Could it be that this kid wasn't deliberately making things difficult for me, but instead genuinely seeking my guidance?

"Cough cough..."

Zhou Changgui clenched his left fist and placed it near his mouth, then coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Then he explained, "So that's what you were thinking, Xiaosheng. When I first saw this poem, I thought you were going for a fancy style. After all, kids your age usually write poems that catch the eye, and fancy words are a common feature."

Although this explanation is somewhat far-fetched, it does fit Zhou Changgui's character.

He paused for a moment, and in order to convince the other party that what he said was true, especially to gain Zhao Xuehui's trust, he added a sentence as a cover-up.

"After all, many students have asked me for advice on their poems. Most of these students' poems are just fancy words, which was something I had assumed."

Zhou Changgui smiled apologetically at the two of them: "However, Xiaosheng, your explanation just now was indeed very reasonable. I will definitely study poetry properly in the future and not be prejudiced."

Jiang Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting the other party to defend himself so cleverly.

As for Zhao Xuehui, after a brief moment of confusion, she quickly understood after hearing Zhou Changgui's explanation.

Zhao Xuehui didn't understand much; she simply loved poetry. Although she studied it a lot, she only vaguely understood some of the professional analyses.

Therefore, faced with Zhou Changgui's explanation, she didn't think too much about it and just nodded quickly to help Zhou Changgui out of the predicament.

"Oh, I see," Zhao Xuehui turned to Jiang Sheng and said with a smile, "Xiao Sheng, don't mind. Teacher Zhou may have misunderstood you, which caused some misunderstandings."

Jiang Sheng was taken aback and didn't know what to say.

When he first heard Zhou Changgui's explanation, he had already prepared his rebuttal.

But he never expected that his second sister would stand on Zhou Changgui's side at this time and speak up for him.

This made him want to retort, but the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

Jiang Sheng was somewhat surprised to find that Zhou Changgui had become so highly regarded in his second sister's heart.

However, he quickly realized what was happening, smiled at Zhao Xuehui, and then looked apologetically at Zhou Changgui.

"Teacher Zhou, I understand that your understanding is flawed. There are advantages to using ornate language, but simple and straightforward language can still express a person's wishes and thoughts more directly and sincerely."

"I hope that when you see other people's poems in the future, you will not have preconceived notions, but will read them carefully before appreciating them."

Jiang Sheng's words were neither too soft nor too hard; on the contrary, they were full of sincerity.

This made Zhou Changgui feel like he had encountered an easy target; even if he wanted to refute the other party, he couldn't find any way to do so.

Left with no other choice, he could only nod with a stiff smile and say, "Xiao Sheng makes a lot of sense. I've remembered everything you said."

Seeing Zhou Changgui's frustrated smile, Jiang Sheng decided not to press his advantage and instead chose to stop while he was ahead.

After exchanging a few polite words with the other party in a neither too harsh nor too soft manner, he then looked at Zhao Xuehui beside him.

"Second sister, since Teacher Zhou has given me all the guidance I needed, and I still have some things to do, I need to go back to the factory first. Why don't you talk to Teacher Zhou again first, and don't forget to go back to work early."

Jiang Sheng knew very well that it was indeed inappropriate to stop his second sister from meeting Zhou Changgui at this time.