steal light

Qingfa didn't waste much time on this, knocked on the desk with a ruler, and began to comment on today's poems. The attitude of the young masters in the audience was the same as before. Lan's body was noticed by everyone, but they ignored it after a haha.

Although they called Qingfa one by one, they still couldn't help but scorn her from the bottom of their hearts. This kind of person suddenly appeared in Beijing, saying that he was knowledgeable and good at giving lectures, but in the eyes of these proud sons of heaven, he was just a person of unknown background. Ye Donglan is just a cheap bone who is only worthy of paying for his life on the front line. He only thinks that the two of them are in the same disease and pity each other and keep each other warm.

At the end of the day's class, everyone threw the exercise book on Ye Donglan's desk, and Fu Jing whistled at Ye Donglan, "Thank you, Brother Ye."

Others echoed, "Brother Ye is very poetic, please write two more poems, please."

Ye Donglan responded silently, and everyone else just smiled and left the school. Ye Donglan packed up his things and walked to the door. Cong Jing, who had been standing at the door, blocked him for a while. Ye Donglan looked over suspiciously, Cong Jing raised her chin, noble as before, and her tone was calm, "Your poems are really good, don't write for them in the future, the gap is too big, you can't hide it."

Ye Donglan nodded slightly, "Thank you Mr. Cong for your guidance."

Ye Donglan didn't say yes or no, Cong Jing didn't quite understand Ye Donglan's meaning, but didn't say much, just snorted coldly, "I won't lose to you." Go, leaving Ye Donglan alone.

Perhaps it was known that he won the first class today. Along the way, more people talked about it, but Ye Donglan still turned a deaf ear and did not want to cause trouble.

But there is no reason in the world that if you don't make trouble, you will be fine.

Ye Donglan was eating quietly in a corner of the dining hall, and a group of sons and sisters surrounded him with malicious intentions written on their faces. Ye Donglan put down his chopsticks, but he couldn't get away.

The leader smiled and put something in Ye Donglan's arms. Ye Donglan saw that it was the exercise book. He raised his head in confusion, and the man continued, "Brother, I heard that you got the first grade in the exercise yesterday. It’s all over Mr. Cong, so it’s not difficult to write a few poems for us, right?”

Yan Fu, who was beside Cong Jing in the distance, gritted his teeth, dissatisfied, but was held back by Cong Jing, Cong Jing pursed his lips and shook his head, signaling Yan Fu not to be troublesome, but Yan Fu was still angry, "But what did they say, What does it mean to overwhelm you? There is no comparison between that bitch and you!"

Cong Jing glanced at Ye Donglan, and said, "You and I grew up with gold spoons in our mouths. We have never seen a battlefield, and he won by his ability. I will definitely not lose to him when he wins, and there is no need to worry about winning or losing once."

Yan Fusheng suppressed his breath and continued to look over there,

The leader looked at the brothers behind him, and his tone was unquestionable. The people behind him still agreed with him. Ye Donglan choked on his throat, remembering what Cong Jing said today, "Don't write for them."

He shook his head and returned the notebook, "Sorry, I can't write."

The man immediately became displeased, "You can write if you help Fu Jing, but you can't help me? Don't you think you can compare with Mr. Cong? Mr. Cong is proud and has capital, why are you pretending to be arrogant?"

Ye Donglan lowered his eyes and said nothing, just ate in silence. Seeing this, the man grabbed his own plate and poured the leftovers into Ye Donglan's bowl, "Looking at how shabby your food is, I will reward you!" Some food to eat."

The soup of the dishes splashed out, and everyone who watched the excitement hid for a while, only Ye Donglan could not retreat, the splash marks on his white clothes were very ugly, and the bowl of thick white porridge in front of him had been messed up badly by the vegetables. There was a layer of oil floating on the surface, Ye Donglan put down his chopsticks, and said in a deep voice, "Master Ye is appreciating the dishes, Ye is panicked, but Ye can't write, just can't write."