After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Mottled tree shadows outside the living room, unlike the kitchen, there is moonlight penetration.

In the dark, a pair of eyes opened without warning. The movements from the kitchen fighting were easily taken into the ears.

Chen Zhan's eyes flashed, and she turned sideways to close her eyes again.

[System: Do not help? 】

Chen Zhang: "It's trouble if I go."

When the law enforcement officer saw him, he would definitely not be merciful. When the law enforcement system took action to help each other, its existence would be exposed to Yin Ronglan.

And through this incident, Chen Zhang did not want to be too open.

In Wan Lai Ju Jing, any sound can be magnified infinitely. I don't know how long it has passed, and the kitchen has finally rested.

Chen Zhang felt someone walking towards him step by step, knowing that Yin Ronglan had solved the trouble.

The physical strength of the law enforcers is not strong. According to the skills of the other party, it is not a problem to deal with. He sat up slowly and pulled the small lamp beside him.

Yin Ronglan's footsteps stopped: "Wake you up?"

Chen Zhan smiled: "I heard some sounds and thought it was a troublemaker."

The smile disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the carp jumped to the ground: "What's wrong with your face?"

From the silhouettes reflected on the TV, it is vaguely possible to see what it looks like at this moment. Yin Ronglan knows that if he tweaks his posture, he will only be treated as an ugly person, not as a pitiful and fragile one.

"Kicked by a mouse."

He didn't change his face, but his voice was a bit obscure. He regretted not killing the unknown creature in advance. Just in the moment when he was about to stuff the circular species into the refrigerator, the gadget exploded with detachment and broke through the window and escaped.

Chen Zhang: "Mice will fly?"

Yin Ronglan: "Just bent over to check the cabinet."

As if he believed it, Chen took out the medicine box to give him medicine, and then twisted a towel to prepare the ice pack, but the smile that really flowed in his eyes was not much.

——Dare to hit your face! As soon as possible, the law enforcement officers made potato stew.

The medication was applied in time, and Yin Ronglan's face had swelled the next day, but some bruises remained.

It is not necessarily a good thing for employees to be too diligent. He went out early, and when he arrived at the company, he met many people who were going to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Colleagues who talked and laughed, but after seeing Yin Ronglan, were too surprised to close their mouths.

Others can still be confused. As the assistant to the president, he seems guilty when he says nothing, and his subordinates try to make a smile: "Your face..."

"The taxi hit the emergency brake and accidentally hit the iron railing in front."

Subordinate Yizheng's words: "Too irresponsible, complain to him."

Soon there was a voice echoing: "I also encountered a taxi before, because the driver did not want to compensate because he didn't wear a seat belt."

"Morning peaks are easy to encounter sudden brakes."

...

'Ding. ’

The sound of the elevator approaching is like a natural sound in everyone's ears.

Waiting for the same, the remaining employees automatically took a step back, and after the elevator door was closed, they were relieved.

"Frightened."

"Thanks to the elevator, I won't be able to edit it."

"The injury on the president's face... is it domestic violence?"

"Be confident and take away the questioning auxiliary particle."

Everyone went down to the canteen floor, including Yin Ronglan.

The subordinate sat stubbornly next to his boss, carefully: "Do you want to change the morning meeting to next week?"

Negotiations in this way really make a difference.

"Showing the enemy is weak." Yin Ronglan said lightly: "I have a wound on my face, the other party may think that it is weak and can be bullied.

"……Is it?"

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In order to stay on the sidelines, Chen Zhang rarely goes out these days.

But no matter the law enforcer or An Leng, he never took the initiative to find trouble, and even the dogs in the yard didn't cry abnormally.

One aspect of Chen Zhang is surprisingly consistent with Yin Ronglan's ideas, thinking of dressing weak fishing law enforcement. No matter what wind he released, he still had nothing.

[System: They should have entered the dormant period. 】

Chen Zhan frowned, and Jomo did not expect that the powerful law enforcement would sound so counseling.

"It's okay." His eyes darkened.

Law enforcement is not easy to find, but it is not difficult to find a big living person.

An Leng tried every means to make himself a substitute for the dead, how could this account be easily overturned.

"I will find a solution to An Leng's affairs. You are responsible for handling the law."

[System: Me? 】

Chen Zhang: "If you want to rebel, you must have the means. This time it was an opportunity."

The Soul of the Second in the system was aroused, which immediately indicated that the brains of the law enforcers would be dug out.

The goal was fulfilled. Chen Zhang perfunctoryly poured a few soul chicken soups. In fact, he wanted to reserve more time for writing.

The update progress of "After the Shadow" can't keep up. If you continue to write down so slowly, I don't know what year and month, and the third part of life can be arranged.

In a hurry, May is the blink of an eye.

The system finally discovered the clue: [The host is not going to deal with An Leng, why is it that I am busy alone? 】

Chen Zhang: "By shooting together, it's easy to steal your limelight"

The system believed his gibberish.

The cicada cicadas that had been silent for a winter sounded again.

The weather was getting warmer. Chen Zhan wrote a sun umbrella in the yard, and was noisy because of the noise.

The phone vibrated for a long time, and was almost mistaken for cicadas. He glanced at the caller's number as an unfamiliar landline number. He hesitated for a moment before connecting.

"Is it Mr. Chen Zhang?"

It was a calm female voice, with some shame. It was as if she didn't want to make the call again.

"I am the director of the Teaching Office of the No. 42 Middle School of Tianhai City, whose surname is Yang."

Chen Zhang froze for a while, subconsciously changed to Qian Qian said: "Hello."

"That's it," the tone at the end of the phone wasn't very embarrassing: "The college entrance examination will be in another month, and the school wants to invite you to give a lecture."

No. 42 Middle School is the original alma mater, Chen Zhang said frankly: "My grades are average, I am afraid I will not give students much experience."

"The main thing is to exchange experience in writing." The other party saw that he didn't directly refuse and refused, and he spoke a lot more relaxed: "This time the model test questions in the city also mentioned "Confessions."

The school naturally does not expect Chen Zhan to communicate how many methods of learning, but there are many advantages to asking him to come.

One is to allow students to relax after the exam week; the other is to indirectly tell them that the exam is not the only way out, as long as you have talent, literature, e-sports, and do e-commerce yourself. Don't give up because of the failure of the college entrance examination.

In addition, Chen Zhang is an example of self-renovation. It is also a good thing if students who have made small mistakes can get back to their faith when they have lost their way.

The teaching director said it very truthfully, and after thinking, Chen Zhang agreed: "When?"

"Friday afternoon."

Chen Zhang: "Okay."

Make time to finish a speech, and deliberately arrive at school early on Friday.

There was a security guard at the door, and Chen Zhang called the instructor, who came out to pick him up.

It was just in time during the class, the campus was full of students walking around, and for a moment, Chen Zhang was afraid to look at them. His student days were not good, but looking back, he inevitably had some nostalgia in his heart.

Some people saw him quickly whispering while pulling his classmates, and others came from a distance and smiled and didn't know what to say.

Because the instructor is by his side, few of them come and talk on their own initiative.

"You're so young." Chen Zhang exclaimed.

There was also a hint of laughter in the teacher’s harsh expression: "This kind of goodness can only be known after leaving the campus."

Chen Zhang was taken to the ladder classroom, and a red banner was also drawn on it: Warmly welcome students to communicate with our school.

Just a glance, Chen Zhang couldn't help but flush his face, but the word'schoolmate' listened kindly.

Today are all senior three students, with classmates and holding homework. Chen Zhan sits in a position similar to the podium and looks at the students below with a hearty smile.

The speeches were not long. They all passed through the student years. I knew that listening to such things would only make me excited at the time, and I would still be myself after going out.

Because I intentionally shortened this part of the time, I quickly came to the exchange question.

Chen Zhang chose the first female student to raise her hand.

The girl grew up very well, her voice was very crisp, and she held a paper in her hand: "In the model test last week, I selected a paragraph you wrote in "Confessions". Under the sycamore tree, at this time, the snow and the sky were opposite, opposite the high-rise building. His gaze stayed in the neon light for a long time before looking at the billboard with the goddess photo printed on the square next to him.'

(1) Excuse me, what kind of state of mind does the character description show?

(2) Why should the wealthy young master look at the neon lights first and then look at the billboards? "

Chen Zhang's smile was slightly stiff.

What state of mind?

Lin Chiang is what he uses to count water.

On the way, I talked with the director of education and learned that the test paper has not been revised yet. Once the answer does not match the standard answer, is it a joke?

Thinking again, the voice was particularly hesitant: "The mood at that time has been forgotten, but I can answer the second question. The neon light brings the illusion of warmth in the snow and snow, but his conviction is very firm. Sweetheart go on."

The female student sat down in doubt and signed in front of the car. When Chen Zhang answered the question again, he found a boy with a unique hairstyle, which didn't seem to be obsessed with learning.

The second boy stood up: "I personally am interested in the book "Male God"."

There was a burst of chanting from the audience.

Chen Zhang was relieved, but now he would rather respond to gossip than force answering reading comprehension.

"‘When he looked at me, not only my reflection but also the furniture behind him...I realized at this moment that in his eyes, I was a complete home.’

I have always thought this sentence is particularly beautiful. I want to know how the author came up with such a beautiful love story? "

Chen Zhang's eyelids jumped, and the furniture behind was referring to the bed... he just wanted to ask Yin Ronglan if he wanted to sleep with himself? !

"Explain that each other's relationship is strong." Gan smiled and gave a hypocritical response.

"Here, here..." There was a tall boy who raised his hand very actively.

Chen Zhan nodded as if to die, "What's the problem with you?"

"I am also a big fan of "Goddess"! A lot of classic sentences go back to the back... For example, "I pass the wind at night, I am lonely at night", this sentence is particularly literary!"

Chen Zhan sighed, but was ruined... Then why not read it backwards?

"What's your emotional change when writing "Confessions"?"

"What's the beauty of using the first person?"

"..."

Question after question flowed in, and the exchange ended in turmoil.

Out of courtesy, Chen Zhan and the dean of education went first, and the students left in turn.

The Director of Education expressed his gratitude again and again and hoped he would come next year.

Breathing fresh air again, Chen Zhan closed his eyes deeply, shaking his fingers slightly when shaking hands: "I am willing to donate money for my alma mater, I am willing to provide scholarships, and I am willing to actively promote my alma mater..."

As long as you don’t speak, everything is easy to say.

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