I’m Really a Superstar

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Second floor.

In the corridor.

The open class of Class 6 ended a little early, and the parents had already come out, chatting with those outside, and some who were heavy smokers even hid in the toilet to smoke.

"Huh? Is there such a big movement in a group?"

"What's wrong? Is the teacher reading the text?"

"It's not a text. I heard that the experimental class is writing a composition today."

"Oh, the student's article? Come on, let's go over and listen to it."

"Okay, but let's keep our voices down. Here, the school leaders and teachers are inside."

Then many curious parents came to the door of Class 1 and immediately heard the "Praise to Poplar" recited by Zhang Ye himself!

One parent touched the goosebumps on his hand and looked shocked.

Other parents were also stunned when they heard this. Someone looked at the parent just now and said, "Friend, are you sure this is a composition written by a primary school student?"

The man wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, their class is an open class on composition."

Parents couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, wondering, are all primary school students today so awesome?

…

After a few minutes, the open class ended.

"get out of class is over."

"stand up."

"goodbye students."

"goodbye teacher."

The Chinese teacher said with a smile: "Thank you all parents for coming. That's the end of today's class. You can take the children home. Today's homework is for everyone to write a review of "Praise to Poplar". When we have class tomorrow, The teacher will check it."

After class, Chenchen’s seat was suddenly surrounded by children!

"Chenchen! Your uncle is so awesome!" Dede was the first to run over.

Chenchen was not as complacent as children of the same age would be at this time.

But he still had that stinky face and said calmly: "Let's just do it."

"Is your uncle a big star?" Another little boy asked: "Why do the principal and teachers know him?"

Chenchen silently put away his pencil case and books and said, "Well, I didn't know he was so famous."

"Chenchen, let's go home together."

"I want to come too. Let my dad drive us."

"Chenchen, Chenchen, are you going to play at my house? My house is very close."

A bunch of little boys and girls gathered around her, asking questions, all with friendly attitudes.

Seeing this, Zhang Ye felt quite relieved. Of course, he would like to see the little guy have a better relationship with his classmates. In fact, Xiao Chenchen herself is cute and pretty, like a porcelain doll. I guess there is no other child as good-looking as her in the whole school. From an aesthetic point of view, everyone should be very willing to play with her, but it’s just Xiao Chen. Chen is too cold and has a maturity that is not suitable for her age, which makes her not sociable. After what happened today, I believe that Chen Chen's interpersonal relationship can probably be improved. This is the only thing Zhang Ye can do Yes.

Tongtong and her father were silent at this time. The father took his daughter out of the classroom and did not stay for a moment. He felt very embarrassed.

"Teacher Zhang Ye!" The Chinese teacher suddenly walked up.

Zhang Ye, who was about to take the child home, stopped and looked at her. Then he remembered that the other party had hesitated to speak before in class, and said that we would talk about it after class, so he asked: "Teacher, who were you before?"

The Chinese teacher was a little embarrassed. She seemed to be about the same age as Zhang Ye, and it would not have taken more than two years since graduation. She hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly took out a notebook and said, "Actually, it's nothing. The big thing is... I particularly like your poems. I have read your "Birds and Fishes", "Petrels" and "A Generation" more than a dozen times, and now I can recite them without missing a word. Memorize it, especially the song "Dead Water" you talked about a few days ago, it is my favorite, I am your die-hard fan!"

When Zhang Ye heard this, he felt embarrassed, "Huh? Thank you, thank you."

The Chinese teacher looked at him eagerly with the book in hand, "Can you sign it for me? My husband also likes you. He likes your "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". He stays up late every night listening to it, and he never misses an issue!"

Zhang Ye immediately took the notebook and said, "That must be no problem. How many do you want?"

"One... no, two is best." The Chinese teacher was very happy and handed him the pen.

Zhang Ye's handwriting is not particularly good-looking, but it is normal writing. As for his signature, he still writes beautifully, which is a bit funny. This guy has practiced it specially before. He has wanted to be famous since he was a child. , dreamed of being asked for his autograph one day, and today he finally got his wish. If you think about it, this is the first time that a fan asked him for an autograph. It is indeed a day worth remembering.

"It's signed." Zhang Ye returned it to her.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the Chinese teacher was very excited.

Chenchen glanced here suddenly.

Zhang Ye casually touched little Chenchen's head and said to the Chinese teacher: "Chenchen is not very sensible or obedient. Please pay more attention in the future."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The Chinese teacher immediately said: "Don't worry, I will definitely teach the child well." At this point, she saw that there was no adult next to her, and suddenly whispered: "Originally, Chenchen's grades this semester Or the experimental class may be transferred to other classes next semester, but... I will definitely help Chenchen fight for it and will not let her transfer classes."

Zhang Ye said: "Thank you very much."

At this time, the class teacher Zhao Mei also came up quickly and said, "Teacher Zhang, please sign your name for me too. I am a loyal supporter of your fairy tales. Haha, I even mobilized the school teachers to give you the original "Little Rabbit Goodbye" I’m voting, but my favorite is Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”

"Then you must sign. Thank you for your support." Zhang Ye signed another one for Zhao Mei.

After finishing, Zhang Ye said goodbye to several teachers, then stretched out his hand and said to Xiao Chenchen, "Let's go home for lunch."

Chenchen showed disgust again, but he still obediently put his little hand into Zhang Ye's big hand and let him hold it.

Zhang Ye led the child out of the classroom.

The other parents and children who hadn't left were watching them and were still talking.

…

noon.

East of Jiaomen.

The two of them arrived at the bottom of their home and took the elevator upstairs.

Zhang Ye boasted: "What's up, little guy, do you know how powerful your Uncle Zhang is this time? Don't be so rude to your Uncle Zhang in the future, and respect your elders."

Chenchen twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha."

Zhang Ye: "..."

When the elevator arrived, Zhang Ye took her to the landlord's aunt's small duplex and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, Rao Aimin, who was wearing an apron and her hair tied up, opened the door, "You're back? You're washing your hands and getting ready to eat."

Rao Chenchen went back to her room by himself, and Zhang Ye followed Rao Aimin into the kitchen to help, but when he saw the dish numbers on the table, he was frightened, "Auntie Landlady, what day is it today? Why do you get so many dishes? There are still some." Are others coming? How many people can eat?"

Rao Aimin said while cooking: "It's just the three of us."

"That's too much. How can the three of us have such a big appetite." Zhang Ye felt luxurious.

Rao Aimin didn't even look at him, "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Just wait and eat." After a pause, she said: "Teacher Chenchen called me just now. I also heard about the school, okay. , I didn’t expect that you are quite famous, even the teachers know you?”

Zhang Ye said proudly, "That's right. You keep scolding me all the time. I'm not bragging to you. I'm so popular. Don't mention it!"

Rao Aimin shrugged, "Haha."

Rao Chenchen, who followed behind, raised his lips and said, "Haha."

The two women laughed almost at the same time, and their expressions were the same as those carved from the same mold, which made Zhang Ye extremely depressed.

You are the one!

Your whole family is laughing!

…

my home.

After coming back, Zhang Ye covered his stomach and burped non-stop. It was so delicious. Don't look at the landlady's unforgiving mouth. She would do more harm than good, but cooking is really unique. Anyway, Zhang Ye is He was impressed by the craftsmanship of the landlady. Although he had eaten the food cooked by Rao Aimin before, it was obvious that she had not put any effort into it. Compared with this time, it seemed that she did not cook it by herself. It was obvious that the landlady was using it. This is a way to thank myself for helping me today, so I put extra effort into making this meal.

It smells good!

My stomach is about to explode!

Zhang Ye climbed in front of the computer and read the web while digesting his food. Since he entered the category of a fifth-tier star, Zhang Ye has a lot of @meager posts every day, and he is not tired and reads them all one by one. After spending an hour seeing the latest one, Zhang Ye immediately paid attention.

Posted by someone called Child's Sky.

“Today I met my idol @Teacher Zhang Ye. For some reasons, I won’t tell you how I met him. However, I was lucky enough to get two autographs from Teacher Zhang Ye, and I was very honored to hear Zhang Ye’s signature. The teacher recited a new work on the spot - a prose. I can't write so many words on it, so I'll post a picture of the article. The handwriting was written by a child. You can ignore this."

The full text of "Praise to Poplar" has been posted.

This is the content of Chenchen’s notebook as taken with his cell phone.

Zhang Ye knew at a glance that the person who posted it must be the Chinese teacher, so he helped click to forward it.

"Teacher Zhang's new work?"

"Can Zhang Ye still write prose?"

"Why not? "Haiyan" is just a prose poem, pretty much the same."

"I've finished reading it. It's really awesome. It really looks like what Teacher Zhang Ye wrote."

"Ah, Teacher Zhang retweeted it and liked it. It must be Teacher Zhang Ye's work!"

"Everyone, please stand up, this is another masterpiece after "Dead Water"! Don't let it sink!"

"After watching "In Praise of Baiyang", the phrase "In Praise of Zhang Ye" popped into my mind. What kind of talent can he create so many classic works!"

"Have you really seen him? What does Teacher Zhang look like? Is he handsome?"

The Chinese teacher replied: "I can't describe him as handsome, but I think his eyes are quite charming. Haha, my husband is coming back soon. I will delete this reply soon."

Throughout the afternoon, "Praise to the White Poplar" did not receive as many reposts and clicks as Zhang Ye's previous works. It may be because it is more educational, but many teachers and scholars working in the education industry regarded it as a treasure and reposted and commented. It was a hit, but surprisingly popular! This should be Zhang Ye's least controversial article. After reading it, no one raised any doubts!