I’m Really a Superstar Chapter 290: [“To the Oak” Save the Field! 】

The party scene.

Teacher Leng classes are whispering.

"There are three more programs coming to Mengmeng, right?"

"This program is almost over, too late."

"Mengmeng, let's forget it, there will be a chance next time."

"Yeah, you ca n’t read" The Farthest Distance in the World "again?"

"This one is a poetry recitation. Now the famous love poems have been read, and no classic works can be found."

Cao Mengmeng is very good with popularity in the class, especially those little boys who like her very much and also make suggestions one by one. They don't recommend her to go on stage.

Lilly also laughed: "Don't go, it's a shame."

Teacher Leng took a look at Mengmeng, and said, "The famous love poems have indeed been read, and the other classic poems are fine."

Cao Mengmeng pissed off lame, "I will recite it regardless"

Zhang Ye knows that the little guy is a person who likes to be in the limelight. I do n’t know how long I have prepared for this day. Mengmeng has the same temperament as one's own. It is impossible to prevent her from getting on. Zhang Ye sighed, and quickly took cell phone to check her online to see if there are any suitable love poems.

As a result, Cao Mengmeng suddenly looked at Zhang Ye, his eyes suddenly turned on, and then he got up and squeezed, pulling Zhang Ye up and down.

Zhang Ye said: "Why?"

"What are you doing" Cao Mengmeng pulled him out of the auditorium.

There is a lobby outside with a rest area. Several parents smoke here.

Cao Mengmeng found a place without people, staring directly at Zhang Ye with small eyes, "Brother, sister, I'm in trouble, you can't ignore me"

Zhang Ye Yangyang cell phone, "I'm not helping you find the right love poem."

Cao Mengmeng stared at the small eyes and said, "You are a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Peking University, and you are still looking for other people's poems? You can make me a random poem"

Zhang Ye fainted: "What do you think of Chinese cabbage, just write it?"

"Do n’t you always write poems every time you write a poem? Are n’t they all written on the spot? I do n’t care, anyway, I want you to have a love poem no worse than" The Flying Bird and Fish ". I have to put that stink lily Let ’s go down. Did you see her attitude just now? Did you see it? It ’s so irritating. ”Cao Mengmeng kicked his feet and kicked the sofa in the rest area, so cute.

Zhang Ye helpless, "What poem do you want?"

"Love, woman's perspective" Cao Mengmeng asks.

Zhang Ye touched his nose and said depressed, "It's too late, shouldn't it be you?"

"You can write and I can read it" Cao Mengmeng urged: "Brother, you can't write it, right? It ’s all fake in the media?"

Zhang Ye glanced at her and ate this set, "I can't write it? Are you kidding me, amusing, isn't it just a love poem from a female perspective, are you waiting?" Zhang Ye He took a pen from his arms, and he signed it with him, "Is there paper?"

There is a seller's publicity sheet on the table. The back is white.

Cao Mengmeng can't control that much, so take the publicity sheet and "give it"

Zhang Ye sat on the sofa and spread the paper. Thinking about it, already had an idea in my mind. Just this poem. Against the perspective of Correct woman, it is a soft and beautiful love poem. This is not suitable for Zhang Ye. He I was useless in my mind, it was really a waste. Yu Jian saved the third sister. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye no longer hesitates, and began to brush and write on it. The paper is a real estate publicity sheet, which is not good, but Zhang Ye has eaten Calligraphy Skill Experience Book. The handwriting is still pretty. In just two or three minutes, a line of verses jumped on the paper. .

Write it.

Zhang Ye handed script to her, "Look at what you do n’t know, I will tell you how to read it, and the position of the broken sentence, I read it again and you listen."

Cao Mengmeng nodded very seriously, "OK"

Five minutes later.

Zhang Ye returned to the auditorium and sat back to one's own.

Cao Mengmeng did not go back and went directly to the background to wait for the game. At this moment, the little girl's face was full of joy and excitement.How good the poem really is, she didn't actually know that, with her Literature level of a junior high school student And artistic level, there is no such appreciation ability, but Cao Mengmeng is full of confidence, why? There is no reason, because this is a poem written by her brother or how wonderful the poem written by Zhang Ye created on the spot today. Cao Mengmeng has been seen from the Internet for a long time. There are countless followers and admirers. She understands very well, even if it is the worst modern poem written by her brother, there are 500,000 or 500,000 views. The worst work of Zhang Ye score is better than the best works of ordinary poets and young Literature workers. It's amazing

Can this one be bad?

Of course it is impossible

Cao Mengmeng bouncing and humming the small song, ready in the background, she can't understand the meaning of the poem, but just follow the words.

On the field.

Off-seat seating area.

Zhang Ye returned without causing any movement.

Only Teacher Leng came over, "What about Mengmeng?"

"Go to the background," Zhang Ye said.

The middle-aged Editor of the newspaper said, "She is really going to read" The Flying Bird and Fish "again? Oh, your little sister is really persistent, not bad.

Zhang Ye smiled vaguely, "I don't know."

Teacher Leng pouted: "This Mengmeng, really, just don't listen to advice."

On the stage, this poem recitation program is also over, all performed together.

Female Host came up again and laughed: "The next program, poetry recital, performer-Cao Mengmeng students, everyone welcomes."

The applause is sparse, not very warm, there is no way, seven or eight consecutive poem recitations are lined up, and they are all popular classic love poems that everyone has heard countless times, even the best poems. It will be too tiring, so the Teacher, parents and students at the scene are enthusiastically fading. Listening to the next program or poetry recitation, everyone is not so interested. Many people yawn.

"A poem again?"

"It's boring."

"There is something wrong with the program schedule."

Many murmurs.

Only people in class Teacher Leng raised their spirits and were very concerned about the recitation.

"Ah, Mengmeng is up"

"Did she really go?"

"Why didn't you cancel program?"

"Mengmeng is really, too dead-hearted."

"Have to listen to" The Flying Bird and Fish "again? I'm dizzy"

Mengmeng's classmates are all dumbfounded , and some are worried for Mengmeng.

Li Li is very happy, laugh Hee Hee and said: "When the time comes, everyone listens to me and Mengmeng who will recite" The Flying Bird and Fish "nice." She recited it first, already took all the advantages, even if Mengmeng recitation Well, it is impossible to compare with her, and she will also be scolded. After all, it is the poem that Lili recites, so Lily really hopes that Cao Mengmeng to go on stage will be ugly. She can finally watch a joke of Cao Mengmeng.

Female Host people backed off.

Cao Mengmeng came on stage from the side, and walked to the podium in small steps, because the poem recitation was a taller boy in high school, and the microphone was also made higher. Cao Mengmeng was struggling toe hard enough. Go to the microphone and adjust it down.

Oh, I stumbled and almost fell.

Female Host people looked at it quickly and came to help with a smile.

Mengmeng's action is very cute, but it laughed a lot of parents in the audience.

"Little girl is so cute."

"Hehehehehe."

Laughter, mostly kind.

Zhang Ye also laughed and looked at the three younger sisters on the stage expectantly.

Li Li and other classmates are staring at the podium, Teacher Leng is also worried about Cao Mengmeng, Mengmeng and Li Li are from her class. If the two really say the same poem hits the field, she will not be on Class Teacher face. It will look good, and the school leaders will blame her for not coordinating.

The middle-aged parents of the newspaper snorted and said to Zhang Ye: "Your sister was very anxious just now. Why are you so confident now?"

Teacher Leng also noticed, "Did you find a new poem?"

Another student's parent is an female comrades(s), saying: "But the famous love poems have been read out today. What other works can she recite?"

The microphone is adjusted, Cao Mengmeng stands quietly, and suddenly closes her eyes-this is the recitation technique taught by Zhang Ye. If you do not use emotion to express this poem, then enter the recitation from the action, At least this will make people feel that you are emotional, it is a speculation.

One second ...

Three seconds ...

Five seconds ...

Cao Mengmeng said nothing.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Why not recite it?"

"Did you forget it?"

The following students and parents look at each other wondering.

The principal of the Fifteenth Middle School frowned, especially for Female Host. Just when she was going to remind Cao Mengmeng, just when Teacher Leng and the students in the class were intimidated ...

Cao Mengmeng opened his eyes slowly.

"If I love you-not like climbing flowers, I will borrow your high branches to show off one's own; if I love you-I will never learn infatuated birds, repeat monotonous songs for green shades; not just like a fountain Send cool comfort all year round; not only like the dangerous peak, increase your height, set off your magnificence. Even daylight, even spring rain. No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok near you, as the image of the tree and You stand together. Roots, clinging to the ground; leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we all greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branches and iron like a sword , Like a sword, like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and a heroic torch. "

When I read it here

The principal already choked and almost shouted Fuck

Teacher Leng and that newspaper's middle-aged Editor are also dumbfounded.

Then more and more parents and Teacher in the 15th, gradually stunned and stared at their eyes, one by one as if they had seen a ghost

Cao Mengmeng recites:

"We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt."

"We share haze, liulan, hauni."

"It seems to be separated forever, but for life."

"This is the great love, the steadfastness is here"

"Love ——"

"Not only do you love your mighty body."

"Love the position you insist on."

"The land under your feet."