The Strongest Terror System

It can be said that Lao Ban got angry in the class early in the morning, which has become his personal label.

If he came over one morning and found Lao Ban smiling and speaking in a low voice, it meant that Lao Ban's microcosm was about to explode, and it would definitely be a bolt from the blue to wait for them next.

The classmates sitting below hurriedly closed their mouths, not daring to discuss anything.

When the old class saw that the students were all quiet, the expression on his face was somewhat relieved, and then he asked:

"Do you think the physics questions in this exam are difficult?"

"It's not that it's difficult, but it's too difficult. As for the last question, I didn't do it."

"Yeah, did the teacher ask you the question?"

"Hey, not only the big questions are difficult, but the small ones are not easy."

As the old class brought up this topic again, the students immediately started talking again with a small complaint.

"This time the questions are a bit more difficult, but I have led you to do all the questions in it before. Besides, an exam is an exam, and any type of questions may be asked. Could it be that the college entrance examination will be held because you don't know how to do it? What type of question, will it not give you a question?

I won't talk about this now. When the results come out tomorrow, I'll settle accounts with you! "

The old class has already released the harsh words in advance. After listening to this, the students are full of complaints. Although the old class is the head teacher, he does not care much about the grades of other subjects. If you fail the exam, you will be criticized.

Xia Feng didn't listen to what Lao Ban said at all, because after he successfully upgraded his mobile writing assistant, he found that he could use his mobile phone to code words online, and then he could either publish it directly, or save it in the draft box and keep it for regular publication later.

So from now on, he doesn't need to use listening to lectures to pass the time anymore. He stacks the books high, and then concentrates on typing. The day will be over.

It can not only pass the time, but also satisfy readers' desire to quickly catch up, and most importantly, make money.

A day passed in a blink of an eye. Xia Feng could say that he didn't listen to one minute of the class. Most of the time was either used for coding or thinking about the next plot.

With the increase of various recommendations, the score of his book "Death Block" is still rising steadily.

At present, many books of great gods have been killed, and the ranking is at the forefront of the major rankings.

The editor looked for him once yesterday, but he didn't see it. When he and Wang Wanru went out of school together at night, he received a call from his editor in charge:

"Xia Feng? I'm your editor-in-charge. There will be an author salon at the end of the month, and many great writers will go there. Everyone will get to know each other and discuss the next creative trend.

I wonder if you have time to come and sit here? "

"Is there any benefit to participating in this author salon?"

When Xia Feng was in the previous world, he once participated in an author salon, but it was not organized by editors, and there were no great writers to participate.

To be precise, the salon he attended couldn't be called an author's salon at all, but should be called a bashing conference.

Because the people who went there were either 10,000-year-old street eunuchs or thousand-year-old eunuchs. When a dozen people met, they were like long-lost brothers, and they started to feel miserable when they sat together. If you were not too miserable, you would be embarrassed to speak.

"Now that IP is hot, your book is so popular, it is very likely that it will be adapted in the future. At that time, there will be some people in the film industry who will go there to get to know each other, communicate, and improve their popularity. It's always good."

"I'll think about it, I'll tell you on QQ when the time comes."

Hanging up the phone with the editor in charge, Wang Wanru, who was beside her, couldn't help but ask:

"Who called you?"

"My editor in charge."

"What does the editor-in-charge do?" Wang Wanru was very unfamiliar with the term "editor-in-charge".

"What should the editor-in-chief say? It's similar to a celebrity's agent. Each editor-in-chief has many authors, and then he will apply for a recommendation position on the website for the author he is optimistic about. Once the review is approved, the book will be promoted.

This is actually a similar pattern to the announcements made by celebrities, such as participating in some programs.

He just called me and asked me to go to an author salon at the end of the month, which is a gathering of some authors, maybe some filmmakers, or some people from investment companies. "

"Is there a writer's party? Is there any quicksand?"

Wang Wanru asked with a little anticipation after hearing this.

"I don't know, there may or may not be. In fact, I haven't decided whether to go or not, because the venue is definitely not here."

"This kind of opportunity is definitely coming. Some TV dramas that have been popular recently are all based on novels.

If your book can also be made into a TV series, wouldn't you become a star? "

"It's as simple as you think. The water here is deep, layer by layer."

Xia Feng didn't explain anything to Wang Wanru too. After all, even if he said something, Wang Wanru might not be able to understand it.

But on the way back, Wang Wanru kept talking about the wind and sand.

Feng Liusand is a well-known god-level writer. It is said that he is only in his twenties. He became famous with the Panic trilogy.

Although he is still writing a book, he has begun to transition to screenwriting. A very popular movie released this year is said to be the script he wrote.

Wang Wanru has been chasing Feng Liusha's books since she was in junior high school. She is a die-hard book lover of Feng Liusha. She has always wanted to get Feng Liusha's autograph, but she has never had the chance.

So after hearing that Xia Feng might go to the author salon at the end of the month, he expressed his desire to ask Xia Feng to help get a signed book.

Although it sounds a little sour in his heart, if he has a chance to meet Feng Liusha himself, he will try his best to satisfy Wang Wanru's little wishes.

In the end, after hearing their chat, Dong Jie even asked him to get an autograph for her if he could.

Seeing that the two beauties around him, one big and one small, both admired the author, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Xia Feng also became curious about this person, and planned to check the information on Feng Liusand on the Internet when he got home.

Let's see if he has more heads than normal people or a little brother on his body, why he is so popular.

After returning from outside, Xia Feng began to search the Internet for the author called Feng Liusha.

Only then did I know that this Merry Sand was only 24 years old, and he was tall and handsome. In addition, he was talented in writing books, so it was no wonder that he was liked by girls.

He turned on the camera of his mobile phone, and then posed for a few poses. Xia Feng suddenly felt that he was actually quite handsome, but because he was low-key, his performance was not obvious.

Even though it was almost ten o'clock, the lights in the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School were still brightly lit.

In the head teacher's office, the director of the teaching department is holding a meeting with several head teachers in the second year of high school.

"It has been confirmed that the second class will start tomorrow afternoon, and it will be divided into two experimental classes, the science experimental class, and the liberal arts experimental class.

It was clearly Class 5 and Class 8.

According to their grades, the top 60 students in the science year group entered class 5, and the students who were separated out were disrupted and entered into classes 7 and 6.

The top 60 liberal arts students entered class 8, and the students who were separated out entered classes 2 and 4 after being disrupted.

No objection, right? Then the meeting is over, and you can discuss the rest for yourself. "

After the director of the teaching department finished speaking, he hurriedly put on his clothes and left. After taking a sip of water, the old class was about to get up and leave when the class teacher of classes 7 and 6 stopped him.

"Old Zheng, I can tell you in advance that Xia Feng and He Wei are resolutely not in our class."

As soon as the head teacher of Class 7 came up, he strongly indicated that he did not want to accept Xia Feng and He Wei.