Chapter 372 The Tribulations of the Key Class

The emotional poet was a master at mobilizing emotions. Five young boys, still wet behind the ears, picked up their pens and began to attack Luo Jingfeng and criticize the evil deeds of the Duke of Huguo's Mansion.

The private instructors and Baili Xi looked at each other and sighed in their hearts: He is worthy of being Master Yiyun.

The poetry writing methods they taught their children before were all regular things, but poetry requires creativity and innovation, so they have not made any major breakthroughs.

Mr. Su's method is vivid and great at stirring up emotions. People are most likely to feel emotional when their emotions are fluctuating.

Xu Wan looked at Su Xi's angry and dissatisfied expression and thought that the old man was quite cute. He was still angry after assigning the homework, which showed how much resentment he had.

The five teenagers wrote faster than usual, finishing their poems in a few strokes. They handed them to Su Xi one by one, who stroked his beard while reading them with satisfaction: "Shen Yibai... is well-composed. Although his poetry is poor, his offensiveness is not weak, and there is room for improvement."

Shen Yibai was so excited that he waved to his brothers.

Su Xi continued to read: "He Zheng... Shi Feng is really fierce, don't mention names, otherwise if someone finds out that you are insulting a meritorious official, you will definitely be exiled."

He Zheng quickly thanked him: "Yes, thank you Mr. Su for reminding me."

"Wei Xinglu..." Su Xi frowned and commented, "Not quite there yet. Haven't you learned how to curse? The language you use is too official. Do you think you're going on a scientific expedition?"

Wei Xinglu blinked and said, "Aren't we learning poetry for the purpose of taking the imperial examination?"

Su Xi pouted and said, "Bullshit, poetry is not written to curse people, that would be meaningless."

Everyone: “…………”

Su Xi was angry and flipped to Zong Wenxiu's poem. He slammed the paper on the table and said, "Zong Wenxiu, this is the worst. It's not offensive at all. Are you scolding me? Are you trying to tickle me?"

Zong Wenxiu said ashamedly: "I'm sorry, sir, I will learn more..."

The little devil was a little unhappy. He could scold him but not his brother. He glared at Su Xi with a very dissatisfied look.

Su Xi sensed his indignant look and took the last answer sheet in his hand. He provoked him, "Boy, your emotions show through your poem and onto your face? Let me see what you wrote... Well, I did scold you well, but I take back what I said. You wrote worse than Zong Wenxiu. Your choice of words and sentences are like those of a three-year-old. Do you call this poetry?"

Su Xi criticized the two brothers of the Zong family, which made Zong Jincheng angry. He retorted: "You are a person who has no logic and is inconsistent. I don't believe your evaluation!"

Su Xi, on the other hand, became interested: "Huh? You dare to talk back? I misunderstood just now. There is no boy in Beijing who is not a playboy. Okay, tell me, I want you to tell me where I am contradicting myself."

Zong Jincheng said angrily, "You just said clearly that whoever scolds the most will write the best poem. But you said that I scold the most, but I write the worst. Isn't this illogical? Moreover, if we don't judge the quality of poetry by the most scolding, then my brother is the best poet among us, but you said that he also writes the worst. Isn't this contradictory? Your logic is totally inconsistent!"

The five private instructors were terrified when they saw this. Even Baili Xi wanted to speak out to persuade them. After all, Su Xi was a famous poet of the time. Although he had a strange temper, he was indeed teaching the children to write poetry. But the little devil just argued with him like this, which was quite disrespectful to his teacher.

But Su Xi was not angry. He bared his teeth and said, "Who are you trying to scare with all this nonsense? I did say that whoever curses the most has the best poetry, but do you call that poetry? Do you call it poetry if you force a rhyme? You curse someone and praise yourself at the same time. Are you writing doggerel and nursery rhymes?"

Zong Jincheng's neck and face turned red from his criticism. He was so embarrassed that he said angrily, "What do you care? I just like to write like this!"

The angrier the little devil got, the more angry the devil teacher Su Xi became. He snorted and laughed, "Luo Jingfeng captured me just to teach you guys. I haven't had a good time in the past month, so don't expect you to have an easy time either - everyone listen, the poem is too bad, scold it again until I am satisfied."

A few young boys wailed and started to write again. Only Zong Jincheng was left staring at the strange old man, sitting down with a dissatisfied look on his face and picking up his pen.

After he reconciled with Luo Jingfeng, he didn't have as much dissatisfaction towards Luo Jingfeng as before, so the poems he wrote didn't actually contain so much resentment. But if the target was changed to this weird old man now, he would be able to curse him a hundred times!

Anyway, there was no need to name who he was scolding, Zong Jincheng simply changed the person being scolded from Luo Jingfeng to Su Xi, and vented his pent-up anger on paper...

The young boys handed in their new assignments one after another, and Su Xi yawned and criticized them a few times before scolding them back. He didn't know whether the boys were in a good mood or not after that afternoon, but the anger he had with Luo Jingfeng was almost gone.

As it got dark, all the teenagers who passed the test went to have dinner. Even the private instructor and Bailixi left. Only Xu Wan stayed here, accompanying the little devil to write his eighth homework.

Zong Jincheng buried his head and picked up his pen to curse wildly. He even changed pens several times, which showed how deep his resentment was.

After reading his new poem, Su Xi teased him, "Boy, you've written so many poems, and your emotions are getting more and more abundant. Have you finally forgotten to rhyme your useless rhymes?"

Zong Jincheng thought that was because he wanted to scold you more and more. He retorted coldly: "You wrote this kind of scolding poem without rhyme in the autumn examination. You just want the five of us to be kicked out of the tribute courtyard, right?"

"That makes sense," Su Xi bared his teeth, smiling like a devil, "Send it back for rewrite."

Little Devil: “!!”

Zong Jincheng's face twitched a few times. He looked at his mother who was accompanying him, and thought that this was the poem composer commissioned by his mother and uncle. He suppressed his anger and sat down to write the homework for the ninth time.

Xu Wan watched as the sky gradually darkened, and stepped forward to persuade him, "Mr. Su, take a rest. Dinner has been prepared at home. You can have dinner and rest early. You can come back tomorrow to instruct Jin Cheng."

Su Xi glanced at her and said, "Are you feeling sorry for this kid? I think he's quite strong, you don't need to feel sorry for him."

The little devil who was concentrating on writing poetry suddenly raised his head and glared at Su Xi again.

Su Xi immediately began to take revenge: "I looked at your class schedule, there is still etiquette class? Cancel it and replace it with poetry class. Judging from the boy's appearance, I think it is useless to learn etiquette. It is better to learn some swearing skills to protect himself."

Xu Wan: “…”

Are you sure you didn't learn the swearing skill to get beaten?