C98 The Script Was Torn

"Speaking of which," Teacher Chen turned to the other side. "Loongwen."

"Your disciple is here." Loongwen stood up, puzzled.

Teacher Chen walked up to her with a stern expression. "Repeat the poem question I arranged."

"Yes..." Loongwen pursed her lower lip and said, "In the name of spring, write the meaning of spring. It does not belong to the scenery but is beautiful..