Frowning and facing thousands of pointing fingers, prelude to a dance party

  "If one day you are alienated by life, you must have the courage to stand up for yourself. If one day you are thrown into a whirlpool of suffering, you must use wisdom to master yourself." Yue Ran recited this poem with emotional ups and downs.

  "Good, good!" Mr. Ouyang led the applause, and immediately a thunderous applause came from below the stage.

  "Thank you everyone." Yue Ran smiled with great satisfaction.

  "Although the poem is short, with your recitation, it also makes people relish endlessly." Mr. Ouyang exclaimed in praise, "You are indeed our Aiyile Sheng's wisdom king! From now on, continue to exert your imagination, I will apply to the principal to publish this poem in our Aiyile Sheng campus journal."

  "Wow! Yue Ran, you're really amazing!" said Yu Lele from the next table with envy.

  "Is this poem written from your heart? Have you ever been thrown into the whirlpool of suffering?" a voice came from the back row.

  Yue Ran smiled and said: Yes, you asked the right question. Not only in the past, but also now, or perhaps in the future, I will also be thrown into the vortex of suffering. However, I must use my wisdom to control myself and decide not to let others control my life. This society cannot either.

  "Not bad!" The leader outside the window was patrolling around and saw this scene, feeling moved. The principal and the instructor walked in slowly, "You are Yue Ran from Class 5 of Grade One, right?"

  Yue Ran nodded, "I am indeed Yue Ran."

  "Your poem is great. Although I am the principal, as a Chinese teacher, I still have to comment on your poem. This poem tells people from a philosophical perspective that when reality sets you apart, the pain and sorrow will subside with your wisdom, because wisdom can also soothe the scars of the soul. At the same time, the success achieved after overcoming difficulties in real life will make people savor and linger. The principal spoke endlessly, revealing his appreciation for Yue Ran."

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  "Ah! Isn't this NO1, Yue Ran's poem? Look, there's even a long commentary by the principal below. It's too amazing!" Classmate A exclaimed, holding the publication in her hand, but her fingertips had almost pinched Yue Ran to death on the page.

  "Yes, although she is quite annoying, but her talent, we still have to admire." Classmate B said.

  Classmate said: But it's just a poem, what's so great about it? I dislike her too.

  Classmate D joked: Have you got "look down on poor people syndrome"?

  Classmate angrily said: Are you looking for death? Miss Misha in a certain corner must also be watching, haha!

  All I could hear was the sound of "hiss, hiss...", like a wave of hands moving, "What's going on? Doesn't this principal want our McFamily's 10% funding support anymore? This annoying woman!"

  "Miss Maisa, no matter how strong she is, she also has her weaknesses." A woman flattered with a smile. Maisa suddenly calmed down and asked: What is it?

  "For instance, poverty!" The two of them smiled gloomily after saying this.

  "Wait for me, Yue Ran." A panting voice came from behind.

  Yue Ran stopped in his tracks, turned around and smiled, Jiang Mengmeng rushed over, already exhausted, "Wait for me!"

  Yue Ran smiled and said: "Haven't I been waiting for you?"

  Yue Ran found it somewhat strange and pointed at a large crowd of people opposite them, "What are they doing?"

  Jiang Mengmeng said: It seems like the school is hosting a dance party, and a large group of people are discussing whether to go to Europe to buy formal wear, or to South Korea, or to Taiwan. That group of people, oh! Forget it, I won't bother with them anymore.