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Of course, let him be depressed, and it is impossible for him to withdraw from the battle for the goddess, because so what if that guy is talented? There are so many talented singer-songwriters in the entertainment industry, but it's impossible for every album to sell well. This is even the case for Jay Chou, who has been popular for more than ten years. Even if Lin is a talented person, it is absolutely impossible. Compared with someone like him who traveled back to 1997 with more than ten years of hot song memories.

throw in the towel?

what is that? Can I eat it?

"You two, what are you talking about there?"

Charlotte looked up and saw Wang Yu, the head teacher, walking over.

"Ms. Wang, Ma Dongmei beat someone, look...my face is swollen from being pinched."

"Teacher Wang, I...I'm here to stop him from disturbing the students' lunch break."

"Then why don't you stop Lin Yue?"

"He...he sang a lullaby."

"What? Ma Dongmei, don't you..."

"Okay, stop arguing." Wang Yu waved his folding fan to interrupt the quarrel between the two.

By coincidence, Lin Yue came out of the radio station after singing, glanced at the three of them and continued walking forward.

"Hey, wait a minute, let's talk about you, three idiots... Lin Yue."

"What for?"

"There is a singing competition for elementary and middle school students in the district this weekend. I think you two have very good voices. You are one in a million potential singers. This glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you. You two...who will go?"

"Not interested in."

Lin Yue didn't even look at him, and turned to leave.

Wang Yu said: "I'm not interested, what are you doing singing with the microphone in the radio station?"

"It's fun, isn't it?"

Wang Yu was so angry that his chest was tight and short of breath, his eyes were dizzy, and the impression he had just changed because of his singing skills became bad again.

"He won't go, you go."

Charlotte said, "Why?"

Wang Yu said: "The principal's office is still the competition venue, you choose one."

Charlotte: "..."

He doesn't want to be called a parent anymore. Since he attempted to jump off a building, he has not been dazed, his mother has been dazed, and he didn't know who was fooled into buying a mirror, saying that it was opened by the master of Fahua Temple in Qianmen. Exorcising evil spirits from the house, and being able to see ghosts and ghosts, every day after school, I would ask him to take a picture, and he still speaks plausibly, the feudal superstition has made a good appearance, that's it, if he is beaten by the principal again, he will go home and wait for him It won't be a demon mirror, but a magic whip.

Seeing that Xia Luo gave up, Wang Yu nodded, pointed at him with a folding fan and said: "It's not too bad, get the ranking, don't come back to see me if you don't get the ranking. Oh, and you, Ma Dongmei, the two of them are crazy, why are you You also started messing around, and you felt your conscience and said, how does the teacher treat you? In the past two years, Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Teacher's Day... Even Charlotte knows to buy a greeting card to put in the homework book, and you, the whole class belongs to you. You are stingy, does the teacher hold grudges? Does the teacher take it to heart? No. Look at you, one by one, and there is no one who makes people worry."

Wang Yu put his hands back, beat the folding fan on his lower back, turned and left.

"Well, the song just now has good words, thanks to your good Chinese teacher."

Charlotte curled her lips, thinking that this has something to do with you, obviously I copied it well.

Just as he was about to leave here, Ma Dongmei took his hand.

"Oh, what are you doing here?"

Charlotte scratched her heart with all her claws, and it almost annoyed her to death.

You said harden your heart and say that I have been husband and wife with you for ten years, and I have long had enough of you, a careless, poor and ugly, yellow-faced woman with no feminine taste, he can't do it, those euphemistic hints, this brain The guy with degenerated limbs can't figure it out, is there anything more difficult than him?

Ma Dongmei was dumbfounded by the yelling at him, and she couldn't help letting go of her hand, and this guy quickly smeared the soles of his feet and slipped away.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you hear Teacher Wang let you participate in the competition? Go practice singing."

When Ma Dongmei heard this, she felt a little relieved. She felt that Charlotte would not have the energy to do those little tricks to please Qiu Ya if she devoted her mind to practicing songs.

...

For the next week or so, Charlotte did not bother Qiuya, because he was practicing Jay Chou's "Nunchaku". .

On the weekend, in the singing competition for elementary and middle school students held by the Cultural Palace, Charlotte's nunchuck really won the ranking, but unfortunately it was only the third place. "Nunchuck" lost to "I Offer Oil to the Motherland" and "Let's Swing Take up the sculls".

Wang Yu was very happy, because this was the first time since the establishment of No. 7 Middle School that he won the ranking in the singing competition for primary and middle school students in the district. The principal also awarded him a thermos cup with "Haiyan Cup Singing Competition for Primary and Secondary School Students" printed on it.

Qiuya paid attention to Charlotte, but she paid more attention to Lin Yue. The reason was not that she had a crush on him, but that he was right under her nose, and she couldn't care less.

In the afternoon, the last self-study class.

Lin Yue threw the homework assigned by the English teacher in front of her.

"Give me a copy when you're done."

"Why!"

Qiu Ya looked at the black line in the middle of the table, pouted her lips, and looked unhappy.

Just in the morning, she was "drawn out of the river" for peeking at his work, and now it's time to do her homework, and she was asked to help copy a copy, and he took all the good things in the world?

"I'm helping you review the knowledge points."

Qiuya lowered her head and said nothing.

Silence is already her strongest resistance.

"Is it okay if you don't write it?" Lin Yue said, "It doesn't matter. I will tell the teacher in writing that I asked you a question and you refused to answer it. There is no such thing as the solidarity, friendship, and mutual help and progress of the outstanding class leaders of the three good students."

"You... why are you like this!"

Qiuya was about to cry from his anger.

Lin Yue said: "Do you think that as long as the outstanding class leaders of the three good students are cute and cute and listen to the teacher, they can get extra points in the college entrance examination, right? It's not so easy. I'm just trying to make this title return to what it should be."

"You mean."

"You falsely accused me in front of the headmaster, wouldn't it be more despicable."

"I...I didn't, you just..."

"Just what?"

Qiu Ya blushed.

"Ask you again, do you want to copy?"

She pursed her lips, with a trace of humiliation in her eyes, took the English exercise book in front of her, compared it with the exercises she had just completed, and wrote line by line there.

Lin Yue, on the other hand, continued his great career of public copying.

slap~

With a clear applause, Wang Yu walked into the classroom from the outside, followed by the second idiot Xia Luo from the second class of the third grade.

"Everyone, stop, stop."

He said with a smile on his face, "During the self-study class, I will announce two good news."

The students raised their heads to look at him, and Han Dachun, who could finally return to his seat to rest, waved his hand to the front and shouted foolishly, "Charlotte, are you back?"

In the past, Wang Yu would have let him stand behind him, but today he is in a good mood and doesn't have the same knowledge as a fool.

"The first good news is that Xia Luo, a student from our class, represented the No. 7 Middle School in the Haiyan Cup Primary and Secondary School Singing Competition held in the district, and won the third place. Look, how good is this certificate of honor? .”

As he spoke, he shook his head, as proud as if he had won a prize.

Charlotte was embarrassed, because it reminded him of the scene when he was next to two elementary school students on the podium. The broken sound can still wake him up from his dream now.

Wang Yu said self-consciously: "Oh, this is the first time our class has won a heavyweight award in the 30th class. Ah, the principal is very fond of it, and the teacher is very pleased. How about you? Are you happy?"

Zhang Yang grinned with disdain.

"What? Zhang Yang, do you have an opinion?"

"No, no, I'm happy, very happy, Charlotte won the prize in the competition, it's all because of your good guidance, teacher."

"That's what I love to hear."

Wang Yu touched the corner of the desk, like touching a young girl's thigh.

Zhang Yang said: "Come on, everyone applaud, thank you teacher, thank you Charlotte, for giving our class such an important award."

He coaxed here together, and the people behind quickly followed up, clapping their hands loudly. After all, not everyone dares to challenge Wang Yu like Xia Luo and Lin Yue. The guy on the head of the "teacher" hangs up and uses the topic to play tricks.

If you call your parents once, you will be scolded when you go back, and if you give a gift once, you will be cold and violent by your parents for several days.

"OK OK."

Wang Yu pressed down with both hands, waited for the enthusiasm of the students to cool down, put the folding fan on the desk, picked up a big red book, pointed at the students in the class to open it, pointed to the line of the title and said: "Did you see, certificate of honor, district The first prize in the composition competition, come, Yuan Hua, come to the stage to accept the award."

Yuan Hua, who was sitting in the last row, stood up, his open school uniform brought a gust of wind, he strode forward, and when he passed by Qiu Ya, he cast a confident look, and when he was done, he crossed her with what he thought was a sharp look. Lin Yue took a look.

It is a demonstration and a declaration of war.

"Here, take it." Wang Yu handed him the certificate of honor for the first prize of the composition competition in the symbolic district, and took out a pen from his shirt pocket and handed it over: "As your Chinese teacher, I will personally reward you with a pen , this is what the teacher has used for many years, and you can pass it on when you have children in the future."

Just this shit, and rewards?

What kind of fountain pen did Yuan Hua use, Parker, and Wang Yu? What does he think of the Jin Xing pen that can't be put on the table, so he needs someone else to be a family heirloom.

The students whispered below, complaining about Wang Yu's stinginess, but from another perspective, it can be regarded as seeing money back.

"In the future, the two of you should combine your swords and strive to win more awards for our class." Wang Yu patted the two of them on the shoulders: "The teacher's year-end bonus depends on you."

For a long time, he did it for this purpose.

Teacher Wang is Teacher Wang and never disappoints his students.

At this moment, the classroom door opened from the outside, and the grade director appeared at the door.

"Teacher Wang, how about the class meeting?"

While speaking, he glanced at Lin Yue's position.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

"Come out, I have something to do with you."

Wang Yu winked at Yuan Hua and Xia Luo, telling them to go back to their seats and leave the classroom.

After about five minutes, he came in from the outside with a cold face, walked up to Lin Yue who was concentrating on writing novels with his hands behind his back, and slapped the things that the grade director gave him on the table: "What's going on?"

It's over, classmate Lin got into trouble again.

This is the consensus of all.

Lin Yue frowned, and looked at the things on the table: "What's going on?"

Wang Yu pointed to the top sheet and said, "Where did this come from?"

The students were all curious about what Wang Yu threw on the table.

Zhang Yang got closer, stood up quietly, turned his head to look in front of Qiu Ya, his expression changed suddenly.

Monte poked his ass from below and cast a questioning look.

"Yes... yes... money."

It's money, and it's not money.

Why do you say that, because it is the Chinese People's Postal remittance notice, there are as many as five or six, and the amount is not clear.

At this moment, Lin Yue spoke: "The manuscript fee, what's the matter?"

After finishing speaking, he looked like he didn't care, and put away the few remittance slips, and the sample magazine that was mailed below remained unchanged: "This...is for you."

Royalties?

Has classmate Lin Yue received the manuscript fee?

The whole class was in an uproar.

Submitting articles to magazines, newspapers, etc., every school will always have a few guys who think they are talented in literature and do not believe in evil, and want to try their own strengths, but in the end, there are more headshots and bleeding, and few knock down the south wall to see the way. After all, most of the authors of these magazines and newspapers are social people, well-informed and experienced, and they are not comparable to those who are still in the ivory tower.

Now Lin Yue has received manuscript fees from several media organizations in one go. This is really...shocking,

People who are far away can't grasp the details, but Ms. Banhua who is close can see the numbers on the remittance notices clearly and plainly, ranging from 300 to 200, the total amount of the five remittance notices To say the least, there are 1,000 yuan.

And what kind of magazines did he say he gave to Wang Yu? Famous magazines such as "Sprout", "Legend of Modern and Ancient Times", and "Reader", but the two bottom ones are actually "Chinese Cuisine" and "Architecture".

If you want to say that he can write novels to earn manuscript fees, what the hell are the latter two books? Could it be that he is also proficient in cooking and building a house?

"Payment fee?" Wang Yu pulled out the folding fan from his trouser belt, unfolded the fan and slapped it fiercely: "How did the manuscript fee be sent to the school?"

"It's not that you don't know. My dad rides three wheels, and my mother cleans the vegetable market. There is no one at home during the day. If I don't send it to the school, where will I send it? I think...the teachers won't be greedy for my manuscript fee, right? .”

This little manuscript fee, is this called a little manuscript fee? This is higher than his monthly salary.

Wang Yu was so depressed. I knew before that when Lin Yue was writing novels, he could still say a few sarcasm, but now, do he still have the face to say those things?

His two-month salary as a college student is not as much as half a month's manuscript fee.

It's okay to say it's self-seeking, right?

If he had really made that bet to the end, wouldn't he want to learn how Charlotte jumped off the building now?

Wang Yu turned to look at Zhang Yang, and the guy chuckled, "Mr. Wang, don't worry, there is no shortage of toasters in my house."

"What to look at."

He took a folding fan and tapped Zhang Yang on the head: "Look at you, one by one, you are either sleeping or looking in the mirror in class. In your dream, Hong Qigong taught you Arhat boxing, or the mirror can tell you who is the most beautiful in the world. people?"

Monte was shocked when he heard that, last night while his sister was asleep, he secretly changed into a red dress, put on makeup and powder, and even put on nail polish. "Mirror mirror, please tell me if Monte is the most beautiful person in the world."

"Look at Lin Yue, how serious and self-disciplined he is. Only such a person can write good works and achieve results. Ah, right, the teacher told you many times before that these top artists are not Crazy people don’t survive, hey, the crazier they are, the more famous they are and the deeper their attainments, so you see, the teacher is called Charlotte II idiot, he won the prize, now the three idiots in our class are paid two months more than the teacher The salary is too high. Ah, don’t think that the teacher is scolding someone when he says someone is stupid.”

He knocked on the table with his folding fan and said: "This is the teacher's special way of caring. You can only understand it with your heart. Do you understand... Hey, that big fool in the back, why are you so excited? Stand in the corner."

Dachun was like a deflated ball, slumped to the corner and stood for punishment.

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