Because of Xu Lingchu's smooth, clear and pleasant voice, and his perfect standard of Mandarin, he was accepted as an announcer without any suspense. He can be said to be one of the pillars of the broadcast station.

But she seems to just do it as a hobby. She is responsible for hosting the most unpopular animation channel on the school radio station, and occasionally reads some articles about animation in the evening.

This time I read the cheering script for the sports meeting, and she was also one of the announcers.

When Xu Ling first read Li Xuan's manuscript, he liked it very much at first sight. It was so majestic, especially "Asking the vast earth, who is responsible for the ups and downs," which made him feel like he was holding his head high above the sky and the earth.

She has never seen such a good cheering manuscript before. Compared with the cheering manuscripts submitted by others, it is like the difference between heaven and earth. And Li Xuan's handwriting is also very beautiful, elegant and graceful, the handwriting is so beautiful, and the lyrics are so beautiful.

, people can’t help but want to collect it.

When she finished reading the manuscript, she felt refreshed, her speech was fragrant, and she was in a happy mood. This is the beauty of good words, which can give people beautiful enjoyment.

After Xu Lingchu finished reading, with a smile in his eyes, he secretly put the manuscript away, then turned around and asked the editor of the radio station who was reviewing the manuscript: "Which class master wrote this? It's really well written, and he happened to be a classmate of his when he was young and in his prime.

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Broadcaster Gu Yifeng was also very curious. Hearing Xu Lingchu read the manuscript just now, he felt goosebumps all over his body. However, his curiosity was more because he doubted the originality of the manuscript. "Could it be copied from the Internet?"

Speaking of which, Xu Lingchu also felt that this poem was written by a student and was too exaggerated. Although she did not know how to judge the quality of an article, she also knew the difference between the writing styles of writers and students. This poem was not even worse than the ancient poems in the textbook.

"Did you copy it from the Internet?" She murmured softly.

"It's not copied." Editor Gu Wenbai is usually responsible for writing radio articles, and he strictly controls the cheer manuscripts. He raised his glasses, "Because I think this cheer manuscript is too good. I just checked it online, and the result is nothing.

I found relevant information, so it can be seen that this manuscript was originally created by a classmate of our school."

Gu Yifeng sneered: "You want me to believe that this was written by a student?"

Gu Wenbo said: "I'm just stating the facts. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

Gu Yifeng really didn't believe it anymore, so he picked up his phone and looked it up. Xu Lingchu also didn't believe it, so he picked up his phone to go online, but naturally he couldn't find anything. The atmosphere became a bit weird now.

Gu Yifeng frowned, holding the phone and remaining silent.

"It's really original..." Xu Lingchu put down his phone, "Who wrote this? Do you know, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Wenbai replied: "I don't know the specifics, but I know that this is a cheering draft from Class 12 of Senior High School."

"Class 12? You said it is the worst class 12 in our year?"

"That's right."

"..."

Xu Lingchu showed an incredulous expression. Because of Dai Yujue, she had no favorable impression of Class 12. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and she had always felt that the students in Class 12 were as mixed as Dai Yujue.

At this moment, she remembered something. It seemed that she was in Class 12 who was second in the monthly examination period, and it became the hottest topic in the school.

"It should be written by Li Xuan." Gu Yifeng also remembered Li Xuan and was sure it was Li Xuan. Apart from Li Xuan, he couldn't think of anyone else. "He also got a perfect score in his composition in the last monthly test, the only perfect score in his year. Then

I've also read the article, and it's really good. If he wrote it, then I'm convinced."

"It's Li Xuan. I've read Li Xuan's essay for the monthly exam, and the handwriting is very similar to this essay. It's said that Li Xuan is a true academic, but he's also very strange. He's obviously a boy, but he looks like a girl."

As a literature lover, Gu Wenbai has read Nong Zhi Ling many times. When he read it for the first time, he was indescribably amazed. He still has some understanding of Li Xuan.

Xu Lingchu didn't care much about students who had nothing to do with her, but Li Xuan's words made her have some interest in Li Xuan.

But she lost interest immediately, because while listening to Gu Wenbai's words, she suddenly remembered the last time she went to Class 12.

I seem to have met a girl with short hair at that time?

He also said that she had no recognition.

"It's him..."

The description of a certain figure in his memory gradually overlapped with that of Gu Gu Wenbai. Xu Lingchu came back to his senses and was speechless when looking at Li Xuan's manuscript. He threw the collected manuscript to the ground with a wave of his hand.

This word is really bad.

False and empty.

Stacking up rhetoric.

not good at all.

Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world?

Ask your sister, it’s not you anyway.

This vengeful girl thought that reading Li Xuan's manuscript was a spiritual enjoyment just now, but now she feels very bad. There is no reason to like it, but there are ten thousand reasons to dislike it.

Gu Wenbai, who was standing aside, couldn't understand Xu Lingchu at all. He had put it away happily just now, and then abandoned it in the blink of an eye. He felt that girls were fickle, and it was absolutely true.

He liked Li Xuan's manuscripts, and he liked the poem "Qinyuanchun" even more, so he picked it up from the ground and silently kept it in the book.

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Li Xuan passed it as soon as he submitted it.

Xu Jiayi and Du Yuwei felt very happy when they heard Qin Yuanchun on the radio. They didn't know where the pride in their hearts came from. Maybe they were in Class 12 with the great master, and they felt honored.

Xu Jiayi begged Li Xuan to help write more articles.

Li Xuan had no choice but to put down the book in his hand: "Okay, but let me explain, it is not as good as the previous article."

He wrote on the composition manuscript, to the track and field athletes:

There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the bird has flown by; you may not be able to reach the other shore, but you can embrace the sea; you may not achieve good results, but your footprints are already there on the sports field...

As he wrote, Xu Jiayi looked on. The first sentence made her eyes light up and she couldn't help but read: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the bird has flown..."

"So beautiful!" Du Yuwei was in a daze.

This is a poem by the great poet Rabindranath Tagore, and it is also very famous. Of course, the original sentence is in the first person. In order to fit the cheering draft and the atmosphere of the sports meeting, Li Xuan partially rewritten the original sentence.

After Li Xuan finished writing, Xu Jiayi patted Du Yuwei's head, "You silly girl, what are you doing in a daze, taking notes?"

The two girls quickly copied down the good sentences so that they could be quoted when writing their essays. They discovered that Li Xuan was a human-shaped collection of good words and sentences, and they would be great if they just wrote them down.

After copying, Xu Jiayi looked at Li Xuan, very hurt, "Master Li Xuan, when will I be as good as you?"

"Ten years should be enough." Du Yuwei struck from the side.

Xu Jiayi felt that the blow was not enough, and her heart was filled with despair. She added the blow herself and said: "It's not enough. I won't be able to be this good in my lifetime."

Li Xuan: "..."

Next, Xu Jiayi handed Li Xuan's manuscript to the podium together with their manuscripts.

Soon Li Xuan's manuscript was selected by Gu Wenbai.

After Gu Wenbai finished reviewing the manuscript, he took out his pen and added ten points to the total score of Class 12: "Li Xuan's manuscript has the same handwriting..."

"Is it that Li Xuan from Class 12 again? Show it to me."

Gu Yifeng couldn't wait and took it over to read. This time it was not as shocking as Qin Yuanchun, but it was also very good. In just a few words, there was philosophy in it. This made him feel normal. It was abnormal to keep writing so well.

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Xu Lingchu puffed her lips beside her. She wanted to read it for some reason, but she still held it back. It was impossible for her to read Li Xuan's manuscript.

Finally she heard Gu Yifeng's voice:

"There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the bird has flown..."

Not good at all.
Chapter completed!