"Uh... not yet."

Han Shuang suddenly felt ashamed and smoothed her hair around her ears.

"..."

Su Ping resisted the cold and said: "Couples are just like poems. Just thinking about them won't work. You have to find the key points."

"Points?"

Han Shuang's eyes lit up.

"Using antithesis as the bone, interest as the soul, and rhythm as the clothing, this is the key point of the couplet."

Su Ping did not look at him, but kept talking to himself: "These three are indispensable. If there is no body of flesh and blood, the soul cannot attach. If there is flesh and blood and clothes but no soul, it is like a clay sculpture without a wood sculpture."

Interesting, boring."

Han Shuang listened quietly, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

When he woke up, he immediately started pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to himself: "Use confrontation as your bones, interest as your soul, and rhythm as your clothes..."

"Just think about it slowly, I'll take my leave now."

Su Ping waited for a moment, and when he saw that Han Shuang had no intention of stopping, he stood up and planned to leave.

"I thought of it!"

Han Shuang suddenly shouted.

"..."

Su Ping was startled, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I thought of it!"

Han Shuang's cheeks were red with excitement and her eyes were shining: "There was a line of things, two rays of light were fired at each other...the curtains were divided inside and outside, and there was no ventilation at all joints!"

"...Did you just come up with this?"

Su Ping narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Is it not good enough?"

Han Shuang's excitement stagnated slightly, and she asked in confusion.

"No, you're right."

Su Ping stared at Han Shuang, not missing any of his facial expressions.

I can’t say whether this second line is good or not, it’s clearly the original version.

When Han Shuang blurted out, Su Ping almost thought he had met a fellow countryman.

But looking at Han Shuang's expression, he must be being narrow-minded.

"Really?"

Han Shuang was immediately overjoyed, so happy... that she jumped on the spot.

Su Ping swore that he had never seen such feminine movements on a man in his life.

It's just feminine, that's all. The key is the natural expression of true feelings, which makes the whole picture look without any sense of disobedience.

Even...a little bit beautiful?

Thinking of this, Su Ping shuddered suddenly.

Oops!

This is the time to bend!

The wind is blowing!

In order to prevent himself from being misunderstood, Su Ping left in a hurry after preparing teaching materials.

"Textbook?"
Chapter completed!