I've been reborn, so it's normal to be licked back by others.

The soup was so delicious that it was hard to swallow.

Wang Tao choked and quickly took a sip of the soup on the table.

After soothing his throat, he asked again: "Brother Yuan, you said you were writing, what do you mean?"

"I mean writing a novel."

"Which one? Can I take a look?"

Nanyuan glanced and said helplessly: "Didn't you just finish reading it this morning?"

"?!!!"

"Fuck, did you write those two books?"

In response, Nanyuan did not answer directly at the first time, but raised another question.

"Taozi, have you thought clearly about what I said yesterday?"

Hearing this, Wang Tao paused and finished the bowl of soup beside him, feeling that he was not drinking soup but wine.

"Think it through. Even if I leave the campus in the future, I will still follow you!"

"Have you really thought it through?"

"Yes!"

Nanyuan looked at the person across the table seriously, then nodded, "Yes, those two books were written by me."

Wang Tao was stunned for a long time, and finally condensed into four words.

"Really awesome!"

At this moment, Nanyuan received the highest praise from the boys.

If Taozi was considering returning to inherit the family business in the future, Nanyuan's answer would be completely different. He would say "I was just joking, how could it be written by me?" and just brush it off.

But now that the good brother has made up his mind, some things should be put on the agenda.

For example-

"Taozi, I plan to let you write too."

Wang Tao was stunned for a moment, "Ah? I... I can't do it!"

Looking at all the subjects, in the past two or three years, Wang Tao can only maintain a passing score in Chinese, but if he uses his current ability to write online articles, it is impossible to do it.

Chinese is actually a very magical thing. You know all the characters in it, but you can't understand them when they are combined. So this subject also requires talent. If you have average comprehension ability, learning Chinese is really more difficult than learning mathematics.

"Men can't say no!"

Nanyuan thought to himself, you have grown so strong, how can you say this?

"But, I really can't do it." Wang Tao was a little at a loss, "How about... change to something else? Is there any job that requires fighting? I think I'm better at it."

"Taozi, you will be 18 in a while. Now we live in a society ruled by law. How can you think about fighting all day? Do you want to go to jail?"

"I..." Wang Tao muttered in his heart. Didn't we fight with others in an Internet cafe half a month ago? At that time, you fought more fiercely than me...

"In today's society, fighting is a dead end." Nanyuan drank a sip of soup and continued to preach, "Find a way to turn your passion into a career to have a future, otherwise doing something you don't like in the future will always be a torture."

"Let me ask you one more question, if I let you take over the family boxing gym in the future and make a living by boxing every day, can you bear it?"

Wang Tao's head suddenly shook like a bell.

He can box, but that's also forced by his family, but it doesn't mean he likes it.

"Brother Yuan, you know my situation. I can make up something for an essay, but writing a novel..."

Wang Tao didn't continue. He felt that he couldn't do it.

No?

If he met someone else, he really couldn't do it. However, as a man who founded a studio in his previous life, Nanyuan was very familiar with how to teach people to write. In addition to the income from the studio, a large part of the little money he earned back then was from selling courses.

"Don't worry, I will send you something later today. Take it step by step. Believe in yourself, Taozi."

"Okay... okay."

Nanyuan really needs to find a ghostwriter. It is really tiring to keep two books open and keep the speed of 10,000 per day. The main thing is that you need to study the content of the textbook during the day, and you only have time at night to write. If you toss back and forth like this, even the machine will smoke.

After temporarily finalizing this plan, Nanyuan took advantage of the free time for dinner to briefly explain to him some of the things that new writers of online articles must know.

This kind of thing is easier to learn than mathematics, and it is not like listening to a mystery. At this moment, Wang Tao is also listening attentively, and from time to time he will ask questions about some things he does not understand.

After finishing his meal, Nanyuan planned to go back to the classroom to start his next study plan.

Teaching Wang Tao to write can't be done in a hurry, and there is no way to rush. He still has to learn it slowly by himself.

However, he is confident that he can make Wang Tao a qualified writer of Xiaobaiwen within a month. Not to mention updating tens of thousands of words a day, at least 4,000 words a day can be guaranteed.

As soon as he walked out of the cafeteria, Nanyuan suddenly seemed to think of something and turned around and walked back.

"Huh? Brother Yuan, what's wrong? Haven't you eaten yet?"

Seeing this, Wang Tao, who was following behind him, was a little confused.

"It's okay, you go home first."

"Okay, I'll go first." Wang Tao felt that he still needed to digest the content of the lunch conversation.

After Wang Tao walked away, Nanyuan walked to the cafeteria window...

......

Five minutes later.

The back door of the classroom was pushed open by Nanyuan.

A pair of familiar white and tender feet came into his sight again.

The owner of the feet also noticed the abnormality at this moment, and hurriedly picked up the white socks to cover them.

"No need to wear it, it's not like we haven't seen it before."

A frivolous voice came, An Xin paused for a moment, but then quickly finished the unfinished steps. When she raised her head, her ears were already red, and she continued to pick the rice on her pink lunch box.

An Xin thought that Nan Yuan's arrival yesterday at noon was just a coincidence, but she didn't expect him to appear again at noon today.

Why did he come again?

He won't come every day at noon in the future, will he?

Then can't I go barefoot in the future? But, it's so hot...

Click.

A takeaway box fell on her desk, interrupting An Xin's thoughts.

"Hey, I can't let you teach me yesterday for nothing, this is my reward."

When putting down the takeaway box, Nan Yuan took the opportunity to take a look at the food in the pink lunch box and found that it was still green vegetables and white rice. He thought to himself, can you grow so well just by eating these?

An Xin looked at the two fried chicken wings in the takeaway box, and her fair little hands trembled for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

The eyes under the black-framed glasses flickered slightly, the little head tilted to the left, and the corner of the mouth with rice grains was also turned to the side, and the cold and indifferent words were uttered.

"No."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then why did you swallow your saliva just now?"

"......"

Nanyuan thought that the mouth was small, but he didn't expect it to be so hard.

Sizzle.

The lid of the takeaway box was opened, and a strong meaty aroma immediately filled the classroom. The surface of the chicken wings was fried golden and crispy, and the gravy could be seen faintly.

At this moment, the throat of someone on the chair slid again, but he still didn't turn his head.

Seeing this, Nanyuan thought for a moment, took two steps at a time and came to the outside of the classroom from the back door, and closed the door.

The next second, he opened the door again and walked in.

"Oh, it smells so good."

He came to Anxin's desk and blinked: "Teacher An, did you make fried chicken wings at home today and bring them to school to eat?"

Anxin: "=_=......"

So childish, such exaggerated acting.

But......

Anxin turned her head and looked at the fried chicken wings, and replied inexplicably: "Well... I made it."

Nanyuan was immediately happy, and stopped talking and went straight back to his seat.

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