My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

Luo Kexin also took a deep breath and said to them again: "What I said is the truth! I didn't lie to you!"

With a confused expression on their faces, the two of them handed her the phone directly, and said at the same time: "But you look at the photos on the Internet, there is no Xu Cong!"

"Yes! No Xu Cong!"

"But Professor Wu and Academician Qian are here!"

"Luo Kexin, are these things you said fake, hearsay?"

Luo Kexin immediately refused to agree when they said this, and found a reason for Xu Cong and said: "Impossible! Maybe Xu Cong is not there, I didn't make it in time!"

"If you don't believe me, I will ask you questions!"

Luo Kexin immediately got up and walked over to several people and asked, "Professor Wu, Academician Qian, you were in the last revision meeting, right?"

"But why is he not in this picture?"

When Wu Liubai and Qian Yuejiang heard her question, they looked at each other and smiled and said to her: "Are you discussing Xu Cong? This is how things are. Xu Cong only went to the first day and the second day. Back to school!"

"We worked hard and didn't keep anyone! So the last group photo, without him on it, is a pity."

"Oh, yes! Look at this, is this crazy grass calligraphy? It was written by Xu Cong at the time!"

Luo Kexin raised her brows and said in surprise, "Crazy grass?"

"Yeah! The old money is holding in his hand! Xu Cong wrote it at the time!" Wu Liubai said lightly.

Written by Xu Cong!

Wu Liubai didn't call it a word, nor did he call anything else, but he said it was a calligraphy!

What does calligraphy mean? It refers to the precious original calligraphy, or it is used to honor the characters or paintings written by others! Honorific title!

Let a well-known university professor honor a character written by a high school student, no matter from which way it is impossible to look directly at it.

You know, he is only in the second year of high school, no matter how well he writes, no matter how good he writes, he wants to refute?

But zoom in on the crazy grass in the photo. Even if they don’t understand calligraphy, they think this calligraphy is very beautiful!

Qian Yuejiang saw enough people's reaction, and smiled: "After this photo came out, too many people called me! It really made me a headache!"

"Of course, don't get me wrong, they are not because of my identity, and I am not well-known. They only value the calligraphy written by Xu Cong!"

Qian Yuejiang knows this well, because there are very few such people in his circle.

Everyone has a certain degree of self-cultivation, and each has an identity, and will worship those who make a slap in the face? Doesn't exist!

Since people can speak, naturally they really think that this calligraphy has collection value, otherwise, no one will really beg to get those copybooks.

Qian Yuejiang continued: "If others don't tell me, Lin Xiyuan is greedy to death! By the way, Lin Xiyuan, do you know?"

This is a well-known figure in the calligraphy circle! They have heard about it after being out of the circle.

"hiss…"

The three of Luo Kexin were deeply moved, did they even come out?

Qian Yuejiang looked at Xu Cong, smiled and said to him: "Xu Cong, do you know how much someone else bid for your calligraphy?"

Xu Cong raised his eyebrows, but did he pull it on him again?

He really disagrees with those copybooks, they are valuable? What are they valuable!

"300,000! Someone bid 300,000 in one bite!"

Xu Cong was obviously taken aback when he heard the price, and subconsciously asked, "Is it that expensive?"

Yes, 300,000 yuan was given only because of this word, which is simply unimaginable! !

When Qian Yuejiang saw that he heard this kind of price for the first time, he emphasized: "The price of some contemporary calligraphers' calligraphy, but there is the water of identity, I won't say more about these."

Know well. Many people sell not the calligraphy and painting itself, but the fame and identity.

"Even for those people, the calligraphy and painting are only more than 200,000, and you, someone bid 300,000." Qian Yuejiang said enviously.

Xu Cong was stunned, and said stupidly, "It's really that valuable? Isn't it a fake? Is it because of your academician Qian's identity and face?"

Only Xu Cong dared to make a joke like that. No, even the three of Luo Kexin next to him were sweating for Xu Cong.

But not only was Qian Yuejiang not angry, he was a little bit fondly confessed. Xu Cong glanced at him, hehe smiled and said, "You guys dare to say it!"

Wu Liubai laughed even more, jokingly: "Old money, old money, how does it feel? At home, your son and grandson didn't dare to make jokes with you like this. Did you meet an opponent today?"

Qian Yuejiang smiled and waved his hand, and said to everyone, "Hurt!"

Xu Cong shrugged and continued to eat his own food. There are different things, and the expert is the first.

After a hot pot meal, the three Luo Kexin's admiration for Xu Cong was all reflected in their faces.

After returning, Luo Kexin took out his brand new notebook and handed it to Xu Cong, shyly saying: "Xu Cong! Help me sign it!"

Xu Cong looked at this beauty, feeling a little at a loss: "Uh..."

"I want to be your first fan!" Luo Kexin still said fanatically.

When Xu Cong heard the first fan, he remembered something in his mind, and said to her: "I'm afraid you are not..."

Luo Kexin curled her lips and said, "Then be your first fan!"

Xu Cong rejected her and explained the reason: "You are too purposeful, so go to bed early!"

Luo Kexin sighed helplessly, "Hey..."

...

A poem by Xu Cong, someone offered a price of 300,000 yuan!

How many words are in a poem?

With the name of the poem, there are 30 characters in total!

"One word is wrong, one word is ten thousand! One word is ten thousand!"

"Hey, this is a lot more profitable than writing a novel!"

Luo Kexin writes novels part-time, and sometimes he buys out the guarantee, only a dozen yuan per thousand words.

Compared with people, the gap is too big! Her scalp is numb.

After returning home, lying on the bed, Xu Cong's things still appeared in her mind, and she couldn't sleep for a long time.

After the two staff members settled in Qian Yuejiang and Wu Liubai, they immediately formed a discussion group and asked Luo Kexin to join them.

"How is it! Do you want to get Xu Cong's autograph?"

Luo Kexin sighed and said in the group: "Xu Cong said my purpose is too obvious! I didn't give it..."

The two of them also sighed deeply, after all, there is still a gap in identity.

"That's right, what identity are we! The most important thing is that we are aiming for Xu Cong's fame and for his words!"

At this time, Luo Kexin said suddenly: "Yes! Maybe if we really like a little calligraphy, he will also sign us!"

The two also nodded. Judging from the fact that they had eaten this meal with Xu Cong, Xu Cong did not show any feeling of superiority, and Luo Kexin had more experience.

Xu Cong let go of those extraordinary points. He is no different from ordinary people. He talks and laughs, without the slightest arrogance!

"Everyone, go to bed early!"

When Luo Kexin went to wash, Xu Cong, who was next door, had already fallen asleep. Sleeping in the car was indeed not as comfortable as the bed.

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