Watching his students praise others, Mr. Gui felt a bit sour inside, "It's just average!"
"Can you make better poetry, sir?"
"Of course!" After Mr. Gui said that, he saw Cheng Jia blinking his big eyes and staring at him intently. He coughed and explained, "Creating poetry requires atmosphere and inspiration. It can't be done on demand."
"But didn't this big brother just do it?" Cheng Jia pointed at Xu Zhilin, looking doubtful, as if to say: Really, sir, at your age, you can't compare with a big brother?
Cough, cough, cough!
This left Mr. Gui unable to hold it together.
Just when he wanted to lecture the cheeky kid for embarrassing him in front of outsiders.
