Mushroom House: My Identity as a Poet Has Been Exposed

"The mountain road I walked was where Xu Xiake once stayed." "The passes I passed were the ones that the Six Nations once patrolled and did not dare to go forward." "The tower I stopped to look at was the one Yu Qian once firmly guarded." "The northwest that I can now gallop freely is what Huo Qubing once fought for." When Zhang Hao's speech at the flag-raising ceremony was photographed by Xiang Xiang, he knew that he could not hide his identity as a poet. "Teacher He, would you believe me if I said that I am not a Shixian?" "Stop pretending, it's written in the school cafeteria that no one knows how to get the food on the plate, everyone has worked hard, and we have all seen it!" "Sister Zifeng, you are so cute, you will definitely believe me, right?" "Brother Zhang Hao, I even saw you secretly take down the slogan in the classroom: Black hair doesn't know how to study hard and it's early, Bai Shoufang regrets studying late." "Teacher Huang, you should believe me, right?" "I don't believe it, except... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.