strictlysupreme Chapter 261 Poetry Club (1)
Chapter 261 Poetry Club (1)
The young man thoughtfully, nodded hesitantly.
Many years later, the generation of wolf lords known as the most respected and beloved in the history of the Northern Qin Dynasty, when faced with the mess left by the old wolf lord and his brothers and sisters, full of doubts and contempt, the first thing he recalled was Lou That fluffy sentence.
If someone accuses you of eating his food, don't cut open your stomach to prove your innocence, but goug out his eyes and swallow them, and let him see for himself.
If someone does not believe in your rule and is unwilling to follow your leadership, do not try to prove your ability, but prove what will happen to those who do not want to obey you.
Of course, in front of him, he didn't think so far away, he just vaguely understood.
Lou Rongrong felt powerless seeing his ignorant look.
I also thought of the ridicule of those two people just now, which was somewhat unpleasant. After all, people came with me, and because of me, I entered the school. I was able to read next to Class A, which was the most difficult to get into. If you don't cherish it, other people will inevitably feel unbalanced, and it is human nature to criticize it.
However, it is unrealistic to send someone to Class C to start enlightenment from scratch at this time. It is really ugly for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old prince from a foreign country to mix with six or seven-year-old children, not to mention that he cannot speak now, which is another big obstacle.
Now he likes to cling to himself, and everyone sees it, but there are still people pointing at him. If he deliberately distances himself, how can an unfavored foreign proton feel better?
After much deliberation, Lou Rongrong pursed her lips, but she didn't think of a perfect solution, her face became more and more cold.
But the young man thought that she detested him, so he was upset, his eyes dimmed, and he turned around quietly and was about to leave.
Before clinker could take a few steps, he heard the girl's awkward voice:
"Forget it, just pretend that I haven't said what I said this morning. You can follow me, but don't be so blatant."
Unexpectedly, the boy turned his head in surprise, and saw the girl turn her face away, pouted her lips, and muttered in a low voice:
"I don't know what I ate to grow up. I grow taller than a bamboo pole, but I don't understand anything. I look like a fool."
Seeing that the boy was still standing there in a daze, Lou Rongrong suddenly became angry, lifted the hem of her skirt and stomped her feet to instruct:
"Come here soon!"
As soon as the boy's eyes lit up, he was about to run towards her, but just as he took a step, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkened, then he raised his head, slowly but firmly shook his head at Lou Rongrong, and then stepped back step by step, Finally turned around and left.
Lou Rongrong didn't expect that this little wolf cub would dare to reject him, Dang even opened his eyes wide, and said to himself in disbelief:
"I haven't disliked him yet, but he's bothering him. He actually disliked me first?"
However, the fact is that, until the day after school, the boy's eyes never stuck to her body, even though he couldn't understand what the husband was talking about, he still tried to look up and listen, at least the husband's face looked better because of it .
On the contrary, Lou Rongrong secretly poked the villainous young man hundreds of times in his heart, so that when Xiao Yuer and his party came to look for her after school, they could still see Lou Rongrong's rather angry face, holding a pen He poked holes in the bamboo paper to vent his anger.
Nan Zhihan was taken aback for a moment, Lou Rongrong had always been wise and calm, and it was rare for her to lose her composure, so she couldn't help asking:
"What's the matter? You're so angry? Who made you angry?"
Lou Rongrong also vented a little bit when no one was around, got up and looked at the crowd, then resumed her calm appearance, only smiled wryly:
"It's nothing. It's just that I'm disgusted by a dog. I'm a little bit upset. It's not a big deal. You guys came here to find me, but what's the big deal?"
Xiao Yu'er happily came up to her, held her arm, and said happily:
"Sister Ying wants to hold a serious poetry meeting, and invite all the elder sisters and younger sisters from various families, and also invite some talented young men to come and play together, and I want to invite you to join."
Ying Shihua is no longer studying at Leng's Academy, and Nan Zhiqian, who has the closest acquaintance with her, begged for her:
"Shihua wants Shihui to be ingenious, saying that I am too old-fashioned and Zhihan is too out of touch. After all, Yuhe and Baoer are men, and their thoughts are not so delicate. Yuer..."
Her ending sound was long and the meaning was not complete, but everyone understood what she meant. After all, with Xiao Yuer's level of education, she was able to stay in class B until now, all because of Lou Rongrong's desperate efforts to pull her ashore before the exam and let her Thinking about the activities of the poetry club, it would be more practical to let her wrestle with a bear.
Xiao Yuer protested dissatisfied:
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I think of good activities? Didn't I think of two? I think poetry can throw pots and drink punches is quite good! Is there anyone in Beijing who can drink, punch punches and throw pots? Isn't it enough? Is it novelty?"
Nan Zhiqian directly ignored her protest and continued:
"Anyway, Shihua said, you have always been the most thoughtful of us, and you will definitely come up with a good idea that will impress everyone."
After thinking about it for a while, Lou Rongrong realized that Ying Shihua was not planning to hold a poetry meeting. He might have taken a fancy to some young master and wanted to use the name of the poetry meeting to see each other openly.
Among the seven, Ying Shihua is the oldest, and they are about to marry now, while Lou Rongrong and the others are still young, so they don't need to rush to see each other, and naturally they won't steal Ying Shihua's limelight.
After understanding Ying Shihua's intentions, Lou Rongrong could no longer come up with ideas at will. After thinking about it, she raised her head and asked Nan Zhiqian first:
"What ideas do you all have in mind?"
Nan Zhiqian said:
"I said it's better to follow the example of the ancients, and the water flows into the cup. Zhihan said it's better for everyone to drink wine and have a long table banquet. Neither Yuhe nor Bao'er have any novel ideas."
The thoughts of the two, there was no communication between men and women, so naturally it was not Ying Shihua's heart, Lou Rongrong thought for a while, and said:
"That's not the case. Since it is a poetry meeting, it is inevitable to write poems. If there are poems, it is inevitable that there will be superiority. Men have always looked down on women, thinking that women are not as talented as men. This time, let's compare ourselves. Down."
Nan Zhihan said worriedly:
"The Poetry Club is supposed to meet friends through poetry, so it's not appropriate to fight against each other like this?"
Lou Rongrong smiled and said:
"Who said men should compete with women?"
Nan Zhihan was taken aback:
"What do you mean fluffy?"
Lou Rongrong took a scrap of bamboo paper, tore it into small strips, and showed them:
"We ask women who are interested in competing with men to write a couplet, collect them, hand them over to the same person to write, and then anonymously scramble them, and give them to other people who haven't written the couplet. If you ladies or sons The lower alliance of the pair matches the wishes of the person who came out of the upper alliance, and the two form a pair, and then compete with other combinations."