I saw the director of the Literary and Literary Affairs Department standing on the podium and saying to everyone: "Today we will select the best three works from these more than three hundred letters as the top three in our three-line love letter competition.

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"You rate these more than 300 pieces of work one by one, and then average the scores and arrange them from high scores to low scores. If we encounter those with a big difference in scores, we will take them out to appreciate them separately. We are like changing the college entrance examination essays.

any questions?"

"no problem."

"Okay, let's start grading the works now!"

For the next hour, all ten members of the Literary and Literary Federation Department looked at the computer seriously.

They were all looking at the entries in the Three Lines Love Letter Contest.

The number of works this time is very large, more than 300 letters.

However, the quality of many three-line love letters varies.

These include some basics of "I love you, you love me."

The students from the Literary and Art Department also scored quickly, and they made more than half of their progress in no time.

Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly according to the development of things.

A classmate who calculated average scores discovered the clue.

That is work No. 174, and there is a large score difference.

He immediately looked at the minister and said: "Minister, we have a work here with a relatively large difference."

The director of the Literary and Literary Affairs Department was a little surprised after hearing this.

Because they had already held a three-line love letter contest last year, they should be very confident about the appreciation of the works this time. Why would there be works with such a big difference?

So he walked over and asked, "Which one?"

"This is it."

The member pointed at the computer and said: "In our group, one person scored ten points, one scored three points, one scored nine points, and one scored five points."

After others heard this, they also looked at the computer.

They were also curious about which work it was.

The minister was looking at the computer seriously at this time.

She is a girl who likes to read some literary works on weekdays.

The original intention of creating this event is to create a literary atmosphere for everyone.

When she saw the work on the computer, she couldn't help but read:

"The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me.

I fell on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky.

And you were thinking of me."

After the minister finished reading, other students also had an impression.

"I think I scored three points on this one."

"I gave it a five."

"I think it's just average, not too amazing."

But one of the classmates argued hard: "No, no, no, if you read it carefully, it will have great meaning."

"What does this mean?"

"How could the crab be peeling off my shell?"

"I feel like I'm writing a bit nonsense."

The minister said nothing at this time, and she thought carefully.

Not long after, she started laughing: "This work is probably going to be number one."

"Ah? Are these three poems really that powerful, Minister?"

"I didn't feel it."

"Me too."

The minister then analyzed them one by one: "You may not understand it at first glance. When you read it a second time, it is probably still blurry. In fact, I am the same, but when you read it a few more times, you will suddenly understand.

, I feel it’s incredible.”

As she said that, she asked her classmates to project the computer screen on the podium, and everyone was watching it.

"This poem actually has three levels of meaning. The first level is that the crabs are really peeling my shell, the notebook is really writing about me, and I am really falling on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky, and you are really thinking too.

I."

The minister held a laser pointer and drew on the screen: "Everyone should know what this means, right?"

"Yes."

"We know this."

The members all nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's read the second layer of meaning." The minister continued: "The second layer, reverse all these, I am peeling the crab shell, I am writing a notebook, the maple leaf snowflakes all over the sky are falling on me, and

I miss you."

"Fuck!"

"Can this still happen?"

"in turn?"

"awesome!"

At this time, the students in the classroom were also surprised.

Seeing that they were all so surprised, the minister continued: "As for the third level, from a practical point of view, these are impossible. The crab cannot peel my shell, the notebook cannot write about me, and I cannot

Even if the snowflakes fall on the maple leaves, you can’t be thinking of me.”

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

At this moment, everyone in the classroom was saying shit.

Use the vulgar language to express the most sincere feelings.

On the other side, Lin Qin naturally didn't know that his poem had been publicly analyzed.

He was happily watching Xiao Qiuting and the others walking in his direction.

Unexpectedly, this time it was not Xiao Qiuting who was excited, but Su Yu, her roommate next to her, who kept shouting after seeing her: "Great poet! I have met a great poet!"

As soon as these words came out, Huo Haidong and the others became puzzled.

Their eyes seemed to say: Good guy, you hooked up with a little sister again?! Otherwise, why would she call you a wet person?
Chapter completed!