To be honest, he wasn't particularly good at writing poetry, and many of his poems were plagiarized from others.
However, if he didn't have some background knowledge, he wouldn't dare to speak so confidently in front of Zhao Xuehui.
After all, he had secretly gone to the library and consulted a lot of information about poetry in order to cater to Zhao Xuehui's interests.
Although he himself could not write particularly beautiful poems, he was naturally very knowledgeable about certain aspects of poetry.
At this moment, as these female classmates showered him with compliments, his smile remained gentle and refined, but it also subtly revealed a hint of smugness.
Xu Jianian, standing nearby, keenly noticed this hint of smugness, and in that instant, the last three-tenths of trust and admiration he had for Zhou Changgui diminished by two-tenths.
The last remaining point is probably waiting to see how this test will go.
If she is truly disappointed, then she will give up her last hope for Zhou Changgui and will never again judge a person's character based on their appearance.
With this in mind, she suppressed her disappointment and smiled at her classmates.
"Classmates, I know you all really admire people who can write poetry. Actually, I also admire Teacher Zhou very much, after all, everyone has witnessed my English proficiency."
At this point, Xu Jianian smiled at Zhou Changgui, her eyes crinkling with gratitude, and said, "During the time that Teacher Zhou has been tutoring me, my English grades have improved a lot. Teacher Zhou is not only good at English, but also a poet. If Teacher Zhou can broaden our horizons today, that would be even better!"
Zhou Changgui felt a little lightheaded after being suddenly praised so highly by Xu Jianian.
A pampered girl like Xu Jianian is an exceptionally outstanding individual in herself.
But even this pampered girl shows such admiration when she's with herself.
This innate sense of superiority made Zhou Changgui's smile seem even more natural.
"Xu, you flatter me too much," Zhou Changgui said with a humble expression despite his strong sense of superiority. "It's mainly because Xu is so capable. Otherwise, even with the best teachers, there would be nothing we could do!"
Xu Jianian smiled along, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Since everyone wants to see Teacher Zhou compose poetry, why don't we have Teacher Zhou give us a brief explanation of poetry on the spot? I really want to hear it too."
"Professor Zhou, you will surely grant us this small request, right?"
It's just about talking about poetry. As long as he's not asked to write a poem, Zhou Changgui will agree to whatever the other person says.
After all, I'm not particularly good at writing poetry.
Although Zhou Changgui's poems were not bad, it was somewhat inappropriate that his poems, which had been praised so highly by Xu Jianian, failed to impress anyone.
"Since everyone wants to hear about poetry, I'll grant your wish and give you a brief talk about poetry themes."
Zhou Changgui can speak fluently about poetry.
After all, all the hard work he had put in to please Zhao Xuehui hadn't been in vain.
He smiled faintly, his voice clear and gentle: "Poetry is a literary genre that expresses emotions and aspirations. We can use highly condensed language to create vivid and figurative expressions..."
Zhou Changgui's voice was like a gentle stream, mild and pleasant to listen to.
The students present were all engrossed in listening, except for Xu Jianian, who found Zhou Changgui's gentle appearance increasingly irritating.
The more Zhou Changgui's voice fascinated her before, the more disgusted and nauseated she felt by it now.
She used to admire Zhou Changgui very much, and Zhou Changgui's appearance was extremely deceptive, so no matter what Zhou Changgui said, she thought it was absolutely right.
It was precisely because of this that she overlooked the shrewd calculation that would occasionally surface in Zhou Changgui's eyes.
However, now that Jiang Sheng is here, she has a clearer perspective and can see things more clearly than before that he hadn't.
At this moment, Zhou Changgui was still explaining the content about poetry, but Xu Jianian had long lost interest in listening to any more.
She simply looked away impatiently, appearing indifferent.
The students present listened attentively to Zhou Changgui's explanation, and no one noticed her expression.
So Xu Jianian just felt a bit bored and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
However, seeing how much everyone admired Zhou Changgui, she looked at her friend beside her.
Her friend Liu Xiaoli had already learned about Zhou Changgui's true nature from Xu Jianian, so she remained perfectly clear-headed despite everyone's admiration for him.
Noticing Xu Jianian's gaze, Liu Xiaoli winked at him and stuck out her tongue in a somewhat helpless manner.
While everyone was distracted, Xu Jianian wrote a line on a piece of paper and secretly slipped it to Liu Xiaoli.
Upon seeing the sentence written above, Liu Xiaoli was initially somewhat surprised...
There was nothing else written on the paper but words and phrases from her poem that she couldn't use.
"What should we do then?"
Liu Xiaoli mouthed something to Xu Jianian, and the next second Xu Jianian secretly slipped a piece of paper to Liu Xiaoli.
While no one was paying attention, Liu Xiaoli secretly opened the paper. When she saw the poem written on it, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in amazement.
Could this poem have been written by Xiao Nian himself?
Liu Xiaoli was filled with amazement and subconsciously looked at Xu Jianian with a questioning gaze.
Xu Jianian could tell what Liu Xiaoli wanted to ask, but he gently shook his head.
The two little girls' subtle actions went unnoticed by anyone, but after Zhou Changgui finished explaining the poem to everyone, he was once again surrounded by a group of admiring classmates who asked him all sorts of questions.
"Teacher Zhou, we've pretty much figured out the different poetic forms. But if we really want to write our own, where should we even begin?"
"Yes, I read the poems written by those famous poets, and their sentences are very concise and succinct, but we can't do that. Can you teach us how to do it?"
"Teacher Zhou, you explained it so well. I think if you could open a poetry class, many people would come to learn. At least I've become very interested in poetry thanks to your explanations!"
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