After the teacher left, Sheng Tang and Jiang Baocu chatted enthusiastically.
"... Last semester, we all went to London, but none of us had as many feelings as you did," a classmate said. "This is talent!"
Sheng Tang thought of an old internet joke about talent from her world and laughed, "Learning poetry is really useful. For example, when you see a beautiful scene, someone who hasn't learned poetry would just say 'Wow, it's so beautiful, how is it this beautiful'; someone who has learned poetry would say 'The setting sun and the solitary duck fly together, the autumn waters are the same color as the sky'."
This poem existed in this world too, and everyone had studied it.
The classmates were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.
"You're so funny, Sheng Tang, you're killing me!"
"Oh my god, this is the difference between us and a talent!"
Jiang Baocu even said, "Say it again, say it again, I have to write it down and post it on Weibo! What you said is too classic!"
