Makarov was stunned for a while before laughing out loud.

"Okay, okay, okay! It's rare, it's really rare." At this point, he turned his head and looked at Bo Feng Shui Gate with some gloating pleasure.

Naoki Mizuno smiled bitterly, and he looked at his son with some concern.

He knew Naruto's strength and level, although he still belonged to the incompetent type in his eyes. However, compared to students of the same age, he rarely met any rivals. This time, if the whole competition was completed, I wonder if he could accept such a result.

Kakashi looked at all the students present and began to savor the song "Quiet Night Thoughts". He nodded with satisfaction.

"Sunan, why not interpret this poem with everyone."

Interpretation?

Not playing like this.

When will the literary competition still require the author to interpret it?

Su Nan coughed, and at the urging of Sakata Gintoki, he stood up reluctantly.

He looked at the students in the podium and found that there were many of the "protagonists" or "main supporting roles" in the "works" of the two-dimensional world that he was familiar with.

So, after Teacher Kakashi nodded, he told the story.

"Students, this poem is actually not as profound as you think. I just picked up the pen and wrote it as I was playing with it."

Sakata Gintoki rolled his eyes beside him.

I was talking about writing with my pen? Do you know how many people would want to kill you after you say this?

Haven't you seen the obvious illumination of the expression of Mr. Makarov and the mentor Hatsuki Mizuno seeing your poem?

"Actually, the meaning of this poem is very simple. Let's look at the first half of the sentence. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be underground frost. The translation is as follows: A girl named Mingyue in front of my bed has stripped naked, and her skin is as white as white as the white frost on the ground."

"The one behind me looked up at the bright moon and thought about my hometown, it became easier to understand. When I looked up at the naked bright moon girl, I lowered my head and couldn't help but think of my wife's far away in my hometown."

"Well, that's right, this poem reflects the poet's contradictory heart when working alone outside, looking for flowers and willows..."

"puff……"

Mr. Makarov was drinking water when he heard Su Nan’s explanation and sprayed it out in one mouthful.

His eyebrows were shaking unnaturally, and there was anger on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"It's funny, it turns out that this song "Quiet Night Thoughts" means. It turns out that the skin of the Mingyue girl is like the white frost on the ground. Hey, for such a girl, I want to say, please give me a dozen!"

"Puff, hahaha, but this explanation of Sunan is OK. So this poem is not about homesickness?"

"The highest level of death."

"Sunan, you're such a funny guy, you're done."

There was a burst of laughter from the podium. Mikoto Misaka patted her forehead, silently and silently. In her opinion, this was a poem that might be highly circulated in the future, but why did it become such a translation!

This southern Jiangsu...

Sakata Gintoki immediately noticed the shaking beard of Mr. Makarov and the almost stiff smile of Mizuno. He quickly coughed twice and stood up.

The classroom has returned to quiet again.

"That...Sunan was joking with everyone just now." Gintoki Sakata turned his head and stared at his face, grinning: "Is that right?"

"Uh..." Sunan nodded: "That, I was joking with everyone just now."

"This poem is actually translated in this way. The bright moonlight shines on the window paper, as if a layer of frost is rising on the ground. I couldn't help but look up and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the skylight. I couldn't help but lower my head and think of my hometown in the distance."

After saying this, Su Nan sat back in his seat without caring about the reactions of others.

He was also a little curious, why did those words blurt out just now...

Although that kind of translation is the more popular "spoke version" translation in his world, now look... the expression of Mr. Makarov's beard and glaring.

So terrible.

Kakashi coughed dryly and announced that the second game of the first part was also won by Su Nan, which was expected.

Otherwise, the cover of the coffin of the poet Li Bai... would be unable to suppress it.

Sasuke looked at Naruto beside him with some concern and whispered: "What are you doing? If you continue like this, you will really lose."

Naruto shook his head: "In the first part, if you lose, you lose, and you will be recovered later."

At this time, the students in the classroom were all a little surprised.

What they never expected was that Naruto lost the first round of poetry competition! In their opinion, Hatsuki Mizuto was Naruto's father, and Hatsuki Mizuto had reached a height that others could not admire in literature, poetry, songs, and Naruto was deaf since he was a child.

But in this competition, he lost so simply!

Many students were even a little stunned.

However, more students were still skeptical and thought it was a coincidence. Maybe what Jiangsu Nan is good at is the topics he asked today, and the following words and couplets may not work.

No matter what, the game will continue.

Because each part of the competition uses two wins in three games, the third question in the first part is that there is no need to continue. Kakashi smiled and swept over the two of them, and then announced: "Then, start the second part of the competition, words!"

The classroom became quiet again.

A new round of ‘word’ competition has also begun.

Makarov snorted heavily in his nose.

"Uh... Then the second part, the first question. Everyone knows that in the near future, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in China. Although this festival is not a particularly big festival, it is also what many people are looking forward to."

"This topic is based on the theme of 'Mid-Autumn Festival', with a limited time of five minutes, let's start."

When Kakashi finished speaking, Naruto frowned in a rare manner.

Southern Jiangsu was also a little hesitant.

No matter what Naruto thought, he was hesitant because when it came to Mid-Autumn Festival, his first reaction in his mind was that poem.

However, if that poem comes out... I'm afraid that Naruto will be beaten by himself in today's competition.

After all, his father, Matsumiya Mizuno, is still sitting in the first row. Such a merciless beating is not his style.

What to do? Do you want to abstain?

Su Nan sighed and slowly stretched out his hand under the puzzled eyes of everyone. Sakata Gintoki beside him frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"I abstain from that...this question."

As soon as these words were said, not only Makarov was stunned, but also Mizuno Mizuto frowned slightly. Kakashi looked at Su Nan with some confusion. In the eyes of the three of them, since Su Nan could write a poem like "Quiet Night Thoughts", there was no reason that even a poem about "Mid-Autumn Festival".
Chapter completed!