In the end, Zhao Xuehui became more and more fascinated by the sight, and the more she looked, the less she wanted to look away.
Finally, she couldn't help but praise him.
"I've never seen such a straightforward and unique metaphor for emotions before, Professor Zhou. It would be such a shame if your poem wasn't published!"
Zhou Changgui was secretly pleased with Zhao Xuehui's high praise, but he maintained a humble smile on his face.
"Xuehui, you're exaggerating. I spent almost half a month thinking about this love poem before I finally finished writing it. It's not as simple as you might imagine."
Despite saying that, Zhou Changgui was already feeling quite smug.
He actually found this poem directly in one of his students' drawers.
Seeing that it was written quite well, he took it out and placed it in front of Zhao Xuehui, hoping to deepen her impression of him as a talented man.
As expected, seeing the increasingly admiring and appreciative expression on Zhao Xuehui's face, Zhou Changgui knew that he had made the right decision today.
By simply plagiarizing other people's work and putting it under one's own name, one can make a stronger impression on those who like the work.
Zhou Changgui was very satisfied and proud that such a simple method could achieve such rapid results.
That's what he thought, but Zhou Changgui's smile became even more humble.
“You’re really too low-key,” Zhao Xuehui shook her head in disapproval. “I strongly suggest that you publish all the poems you’ve ever written. Then the whole country will know that there is a great poet named Zhou Changgui. I feel sorry for you for being so unknown right now.”
Zhou Changgui quickly waved his hand, his eyes looking at Zhao Xuehui with deep affection: "To be honest, I write so many poems mainly so that one person can read them. Others are not that important to me at all."
Upon hearing this, and looking into the pair of eyes that were gazing at her with deep affection, Zhao Xuehui couldn't help but blush slightly.
She turned her face away shyly, and her voice was no longer as confident as before.
"But if it's really just for this one person, and you bury your own talent, I think it's not worth it at all."
Her voice was so low it was barely audible, but upon hearing it and seeing the other woman's shy expression, Zhou Changgui became even more confident.
It seems that he has already gained some recognition in Zhao Xuehui's heart. As long as he continues his efforts, he has no doubt that Zhao Xuehui will truly fall in love with him.
The reason he didn't publish all the love poems he "wrote" was because they were all plagiarized from his students.
If everything is published under one's own name, the truth will definitely be revealed later.
If the school finds out that he dared to take other people's work and claim it as his own, he can forget about being a teacher in the future!
Let alone becoming a teacher, having such a record in one's file would make it absolutely impossible to find another legitimate, high-paying job in the future!
Of course, Zhou Changju couldn't possibly tell Zhao Xuehui all these thoughts. He could only use the high-sounding reasons and excuses he had just given to make himself even more memorable to Zhao Xuehui.
Thinking of this, Zhou Changgui smiled gently: "All of my poems are just about feelings, which seems a bit petty. I plan to practice them more and submit them for publication when I feel it's the right time."
Zhao Xuehui nodded and said, "That's more like it. Otherwise, it would be a real shame to let your talent go to waste."
Seeing Zhao Xuehui's smiling eyes crinkling, and her gaze fixed solely on him, Zhou Changgui's heart skipped a beat. He wished he could possess the beauty before him right now.
No, we can't rush things!
Suppressing the urge surging in his lower abdomen, Zhou Changgui smiled and looked at Zhao Xuehui, asking curiously, "By the way, didn't Xuehui also have something to ask me? I'm quite curious."
“Well, it’s like this,” Zhao Xuehui said with a smile, “I have a poem here that’s very well written. I’d like to take this opportunity to show it to Teacher Zhou and see if he can help me with some corrections and revisions.”
Upon hearing that it was about poetry, Zhou Changgui gave a modest smile.
"It would be an exaggeration to ask you to help me correct and revise. I am not very knowledgeable in poetry myself. Xuehui, you are really giving me too much credit."
“I’m not trying to flatter you,” Zhao Xuehui smiled and pointed to the love poem Zhou Changgui had just given her. “You wrote this poem so well, the evidence is right here, you can’t deny it.”
"Oh well."
Zhou Changgui smiled helplessly and said, "Since you've put it that way, Xuehui, I can only reluctantly take a look. I can't really offer any corrections, but I can provide some simple suggestions for improvement."
Since Zhao Xuehui had already said that, Zhou Changgui stopped being modest. When he said it, he looked very confident, as if he was already giving Zhao Xuehui a lot of credit for being able to give her some pointers on poetry.
Zhao Xuehui, however, did not show any displeasure or discomfort. After all, the poems Zhou always showed her were excellent, remarkable in every aspect.
Since the other party is so accomplished in poetry, it would be the best thing for me to ask him for some guidance.
Thinking this, Zhao Xuehui put the love poem in her hand aside, took out a folded piece of paper from her small bag at her waist, and handed it to Zhou Changgui.
"Actually, this poem was written by my younger brother. For some reason, he has become very interested in poetry lately. Last night, he specifically asked me to take a look at it and enthusiastically asked me to help revise and correct it."
"Was it written by Mr. Jiang?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Changgui was somewhat surprised, and then praised him freely: "I thought he had learned to write like you, but I didn't expect your brother to be able to write poetry. It seems that your family are all talented people."
Despite the praise, Zhou Changgui felt somewhat unhappy when he thought about how Jiang Sheng had shown him obvious hostility on the few times they had met before.
No matter what, he was Zhao Xuehui's sweetheart, and this brother-in-law's hostility towards him was just too obvious!
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