Jiang Sheng already knew that Zhou Changgui would ask him this question, but he didn't expect his second sister to blame him without even asking why, and he felt a little disappointed.
He looked helpless and sighed.
"I wrote this poem down directly in one of my notebooks. I forgot to write down the original author, so I assumed it was my own."
Jiang Sheng looked even more innocent than Zhou Changgui as he slowly took a notebook out of his desk drawer.
The notebook was filled with poems, some written by poets at Jiang Sheng's expense, and others copied from published poetry journals.
All of this was preparation he had done in advance, precisely to prevent what happened today.
As for Zhou Changgui, he never expected Jiang Sheng to pull such a move, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.
Looking at the notebook in front of him, which was clearly a collection of poems copied by an individual, Zhou Changgui's smile froze slightly, but he could only reach out and take it.
Looking at all the content written here, and considering that Jiang Sheng had indeed forgotten to sign his name on the poem he had given himself earlier.
Zhou Changgui then gave an somewhat awkward smile.
"It turns out that this poem was indeed accidentally mistaken, causing such a blunder. It seems that I misunderstood you, Xiaosheng."
Looking at the unsigned poems above, and then at the densely packed poems that followed, Zhao Xuehui belatedly realized that she had misunderstood Jiang Sheng.
Looking at Jiang Sheng's calm expression, even with a faint smile, Zhao Xuehui felt more and more guilty.
"I'm sorry, little brother, I misunderstood you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng waved his hand, "It's alright. Second sister, you're just worried and confused, afraid I'll go astray. I understand all of that. Misunderstandings can be cleared up once they're resolved. I believe Teacher Zhou came to see me today out of concern for me."
Zhou Changgui's face showed a moment of guilt, and he quickly found a topic to talk about.
"By the way, Xiaosheng, you said you had something to ask me. You felt there was something wrong with some of my previous guidance. Why don't we take this opportunity to talk about it today?"
“Nothing else,” Jiang Sheng said with a smile, scratching his head. “I still have some doubts about Professor Zhou’s guidance on my poem. So I hope Professor Zhou can take another look at the poem and see if he can offer any other suggestions. I also want to exchange ideas with Professor Zhou and see if we can have any new insights.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Changgui took another careful look at Jiang Sheng and found that the other party was indeed sincere, which dispelled his doubts.
He pretended to think it over carefully before speaking in a self-righteous manner.
"This poem is too pretentious. Everyone is busy making a living these days, and your poem is a bit too ornate."
Zhou Changgui looked at Jiang Sheng, who remained expressionless and silent, and assumed he had touched a nerve, so he smiled with understanding.
"Xiaosheng, you are still quite young. It's normal that you can't write poetry well right now. You'll definitely get better in the future."
Zhou Changgui smiled, unaware that although Jiang Sheng appeared to be humbly accepting what Zhou Changgui said, he hadn't taken it to heart at all.
Instead, looking at the other person's hypocritical expression, I felt inexplicably nauseous.
Although he felt disgusted, he still put on a humble smile.
"Thank you for your guidance today, Teacher Zhou. I now have a better understanding of my shortcomings. I will definitely study hard in the future and write better poems next time. Please continue to guide me then."
Seeing the other party's humble expression, Zhou Changgui realized that he had taken his words to heart, and nodded in satisfaction.
"In that case, Xiaosheng, if you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me immediately. I welcome your guidance at any time."
After Zhou Changgui finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Xuehui next to him.
“Xuehui,” he said apologetically, “Actually, when I wrote the poem to publish it, it was just a spontaneous expression of my feelings. I didn’t really think that much about it. In any case, I didn’t do that quite right.”
At this point, he looked at Jiang Sheng sincerely and said apologetically, "Xiao Sheng, I hope you can understand me. I really didn't mean to take your poem. It just gave me some inspiration, so I published it. Although it wasn't intentional, I still want to apologize to you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng's smile remained indifferent, but his voice was filled with oppressive force.
"I know that Professor Zhou is a very talented person. I am already very grateful to receive his guidance."
Although Jiang Sheng's voice was full of pressure, his expression was very sincere, making it impossible for anyone to sense anything was wrong.
As for Zhou Changgui and Zhao Xuehui, who were listening nearby, they were somewhat surprised that Jiang Sheng would be so sincere.
But no matter how Zhao Xuehui thought about it, she felt that something was not quite right.
Based on my understanding of my younger brother, he shouldn't have said such a thing.
That's what Zhao Xuehui was thinking, and she was about to ask when Jiang Sheng suddenly changed the subject and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I know that my poem has some shortcomings, and Teacher Zhou was able to point them out to me in a timely manner. Some of the points he made were good, but there were some that I did not particularly agree with."
Zhou Changgui's face, which had been wearing a satisfied smile, froze slightly for a moment upon hearing Jiang Sheng's words.
"You mean to say that some of my guidance wasn't entirely accurate, is that right?"
Faced with Zhou Changgui's question, Jiang Sheng nodded calmly: "That's right. I will humbly correct the correct parts of Teacher Zhou's guidance, but I hope Teacher Zhou will not blame me for what I'm about to say if the parts are incorrect."
Zhao Xuehui was surprised by Jiang Sheng's response, as Zhou Changgui was considered a very talented person in her eyes.
With Zhou Changgui's guidance, my younger brother will surely have even greater opportunities.
I thought that after your guidance, I would definitely make progress.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the younger brother would say something to refute Zhou Changgui, and Zhao Xuehui subconsciously spoke up.
“Professor Zhou,” Zhao Xuehui smiled apologetically at Zhou Changgui, “my younger brother is still young and impetuous, and it’s understandable that he disagrees with some of the opinions. I hope Professor Zhou won’t mind…”
"I wouldn't mind at all. It's a good thing for young people to have their own opinions."
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