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After seeing the application form for joining the club, Wen Wangzhou saw the club's name.
Poetry Appreciation Society.
In his mind, the question He Yihan asked before suddenly flashed.
"Wen Wangzhou, do you like poetry?"
What a coincidence.
Wen Wangzhou's mouth curled into a smile, and when he realized it, he suppressed the smile again.
It seems that since he came to Songxiang High School, he laughed more and more frequently.
Wen Wangzhou calmed down. He directly filled in his name on the association's application form. When he handed the form to the person in charge, he suddenly responded to a question.
"It only takes half an hour every week, so which day is it?"
The person in charge took the form and suddenly laughed.
"We can be said to be the most relaxed club in the school. In fact, it was not like this before"
The person in charge smiled, and wanted to continue talking, but didn't know how to start it for a moment.
He sighed and said with a smile: "Forget it, what's the use of talking about it? I still prefer the atmosphere in the club now, which is more free and without any restraint."
The person in charge stretched out a hand towards her, "Welcome to join us, Wen Wangzhou, I welcome you on behalf of our president."
"My name is Peng Guangji, and I am the vice president."
Wen Wangzhou reached out to shake hands with him.
If it wasn't for Mr. Liu, the head teacher of their class, who came to talk to him, saying that only by developing in an all-round way can he become an outstanding talent in the motherland in the future.
And it was vaguely revealed that the school will explain the rules when the first-year students enter the school. Every student must choose at least one interest club to develop. Otherwise, at the end of the first semester, the school will help choose.
Wen Wangzhou has been in Songxiang Middle School for a month, and occasionally heard that the workload of each club is completely different.
Deciding to attack is better than sitting still, Wen Wangzhou finally decided to choose a club in advance that doesn't take too much time.
And the Poetry Appreciation Society is the one he can find now that takes the least time.
It only takes half an hour a week.
Peng Guangji gave him the address of club activities.
After the daily school life ends at five o'clock, the classrooms are assigned to various clubs.
Some associations are not in the classroom because of the special direction they are studying. This situation is naturally different.
But the club Wen Wangzhou chose was obviously in the classroom.
It is a high school class.
Wen Wangzhou has never participated in club activities, so naturally he doesn't know what it's like to be in a club.
There is a difference between the school after five o'clock and the school before five o'clock. The only difference is that there is a small sign erected at the door of the class.
And in front of Class 1 and Class 3 of Senior High School, on a small sign erected, it was neatly written in chalk.
Poetry Appreciation Society.
The door was ajar, Wen Wangzhou knocked lightly on the door, and then pushed it open.
Wen Wangzhou fell silent when he saw the girl sitting on the window sill who was supposed to be the only girl in suit pants in the whole school.
The girl held a book of three hundred Tang poems in her hand and looked towards him.
The warm orange sunset dyed the window frame in a warm tone, and the edges of the girl seemed to be softened by such a sunset, and the black hair was penetrated by the sunset, becoming transparent and warm.
The fingertips are white and transparent, and the white shirt slightly reveals her outline.
The white shirt on the edge is translucent, and there is a mass of gray in the middle, which makes her waist more slender.
The girl obviously also saw Wen Wangzhou coming in, she suddenly chuckled, and jumped off the window sill with one hand propped up.
"Didn't you say you don't like Chinese?"
There was never a moment when Wen Wangzhou felt that her skin was so fair.
The eyes are clean and full of smiles.
"Yeah, I don't like it."
He heard his own voice say slowly: "I suddenly regretted it, who is the president, I want to quit the company."
He Yihan is here, he seems to be able to feel that the self who originally wanted to waste time is destined not to be as he imagined.?? Stop.
"I am the president."
She gave a thumbs up and pointed towards herself a little arrogantly.
"If there is any problem, tell me, it is absolutely impossible to quit the company."
He Yihan acted domineeringly like a king blocking a mountain.
"As long as you enter my door, never think about going out again!"
Wen Wangzhou was quiet for a while, and decided to quickly end the battle.
"So what is your mission?"
He Yihan sat back on the window sill again, she pointed at the scattered people beside her, and said in a low voice: "Just sit here and read the poems for half an hour, if you want to discuss, please digest it yourself, don't disturb others. "
After seeing the books in other people's hands, Wen Wangzhou looked at He Yihan in surprise, "Chinese books are also available?"
"Yes, as long as there are poems."
He Yihan muttered, "Chinese books are also books with poems, why, do you discriminate against Chinese books?"
Wen Wangzhou didn't speak, and put his schoolbag on the chair beside him. He saw a stack of books on the podium, with different covers, but they were all about poetry.
"Can I take a copy from here?"
He Yihan's voice came lightly, "Why, don't you even have any Chinese documents?"
"The above ancient poems have all been memorized."
Wen Wangzhou's answer made the boy next to him, holding the Chinese document and reading it carefully, look up in surprise.
He looked at Wen Wangzhou, and then at the Chinese document in his hand.
"Dude, cow!"
The boy gave Wen Wangzhou a thumbs up.
Wen Wangzhou: ?¡
I don't know, if I saw the boy's reaction, I would definitely think it was some kind of feat.
Obviously, this is the most basic thing that a high school student should do.
He Yihan shrugged his shoulders, "Since you have said so, then you can take it."
After finishing speaking, he unfolded the three hundred Tang poems in his hand and read them quietly.
The girl seemed to blend into the sunset behind her, incomparably harmonious and peaceful.
Wen Wangzhou picked up a copy, "Zhimei Tang Poetry and Song Ci", came to his seat and read it quietly.
The sunset was warm and beautiful. In the huge classroom, for a while, there was only the sound of flipping books.
The pages are rattling, the clock is ticking.
Wen Wangzhou didn't open the first page, but casually opened it from the middle.
"Bamboo and Stone", Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty
Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west.
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