In the face of these brainless questions and the mutual dismantling of classmates, Qian Hong tried his best to control his answers one by one, but when he found that these problems showed no sign of ending, Qian Hong simply took out a book, opened it and put it on his head, lay on the table and pretended to be dead, and let Ren Hongwei deal with these boring guys and boring problems.

After a while, the class bell finally let the little hairy heads disperse, but who knew that the first math class started, and after the teacher found the paper, he left, so that the second class of five years could herd sheep, and everyone was chatting with each other.

"Hey, Qian Hong, did you really write three new songs in a few minutes?" With his unique position, Ren Hongwei couldn't help but gossip.

"Someone wants to send me money, so why don't I?" Qian Hong raised his eyebrows and replied with a little arrogance.

"Niu 13, hard, then it's so easy for you to write a song, write a song for me?"

"Write one for you too?"

"Well, I promise not to tell anyone, just the two of us know about it. ”

"Why do you want to sing again?"

"Play, if I can have my own song, then I must be the best child in the second class of the fifth year. ”

"Okay, let me look at your face for some inspiration. Saying that, Qian Hong put down the pencil in makeup, straightened Ren Hongwei's face with his hands, and looked at it carefully, Ren Hongwei was also holding his breath, trying to pretend to be handsome.

How big can a classroom be, and soon the students discovered the anomaly here, and then Xiao Maotou's eyes looked at it all.

"What's going on? Do you think of any good songs?"

"I thought of it, I thought of a pig song, which is definitely a perfect match for you?"

"Song of the Pigs?

"Pig ...... You have two holes in your nose, and when you have a cold, you still have snot, cow, cow, pig, ...... You have dark eyes, and you can't see the edge when you look at it, pig ...... Your ears are so big that you can't hear it, I'm calling you stupid!"

"Hahahaha......" The whole class erupted in laughter, but the depressed Ren Hongwei twisted his face to the side on the spot, no matter how much Qian Hong flattered, he didn't react, it seemed that he was really angry.

Suddenly, an angry yellant came from the classroom door, it turned out to be the head of the grade appeared, followed by two strangers, the reason why he was so angry may have a lot to do with these two strangers: "What about the teacher of your class?"

"Report, after the teacher left us the papers...... Just left. The math class representative stood up and replied stiffly.

"Then continue to write the papers, and come out for a while, classmate Qian Hong. As soon as the grade director beckoned, Qian Hong could only walk out and stand in front of the grade director and the two strangers.

"Qian Hong, these two are reporters from the daily newspaper, and they want to interview you about yesterday's art show. Before the grade director could speak, Qian Hong didn't say anything, and one of the strangers raised his camera and gave Qian Hong a picture with a click.

"Classmate Qian Hong, your show last night was very successful, may I ask if the song "Great Northern Wilderness" was really written by yourself?" Another guy holding a small notebook and a pen asked straight to the point.

"Before answering the question, can you let me see your work card?" Facing the media, Qian Hong was very cautious, if it was really a reporter, he was afraid that they were impersonated by people with ulterior motives, and he offended Miss Zhao yesterday, so it was better to be careful.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that Qian Hong's vigilance was quite strong. The guy with the little notebook replied with a smile.

"Qian Hong, the school has verified their identities, this is Reporter Li, this is Reporter Wang, they are really sent by the Daily to interview you. The grade director said with some embarrassment, as if this kind of face-to-face questioning, I'm afraid only children can come out, you must know that offending reporters is not a joke.

"Two reporters, can I refuse your interview?" Unfortunately, the grade director would never have imagined it, but Qian Hong's next answer made him even more embarrassed.

"Interesting, why did you refuse? Can you tell us why?"

"Because the end of the semester is about to start, I want to concentrate on my studies, and I've been wasting a lot of time practicing songs lately. ”

"So that's the case, Qian Hong, you can rest assured, we won't take up much of your time. ”

"That, okay, let's go!" Seeing that the grade director kept glancing at him, Qian Hong could only nod.

"Hahaha, it's good to solve the misunderstanding, let's go to the conference room to talk!" The grade director who finally breathed a sigh of relief, he began to lead the way in front after speaking, Qian Hong sighed in his heart as he walked, I am afraid that in the next period of time, his side will be lively......

It was so!

The report about Qian Hong, "The God of Song of the Shipyard Children's Primary School" was published, and it immediately set off a heated discussion, followed by the provincial TV broadcast the live performance of the art show on TV, Qian Hong got a full 14-second picture, one second more than the big leader, and finally when the lyrics of "The Great Northern Wilderness" spread throughout the city and the province, the names of Qian Hong and Director Kang became household names.

But after the popularity, before the visible benefits, endless troubles arrive one after another.

Although the reporter of the daily newspaper did not publish the home address, it was impossible for people to come to the shipyard to inquire, and soon there were many strangers in the bungalow where Qian Hong's family was located, some of them came to ask for autographs, some came to buy songs from Qian Hong, some came to fight fakes, some came to apprentice, some used songs to evaluate Qian Hong, and some were simply full of food to watch the excitement.

At the beginning, my mother and father were still happy with these people, but a week or two later, my father was on a business trip and hid, and my mother's face was longer than that of Changbai Mountain, because these pervasive guys had already run to recharge and began to interfere with my mother's work.

As for Qian Hong, who was in the center of the storm, he had taken a respectful attitude towards these people since the first day, and there were school workers at school to stop him, and Qian Hong could still attend classes normally, but as soon as he got out of school, Qian Hong would be surrounded by these people, and he was almost torn apart, and in desperation, Qian Hong could only go to his grandmother's house for refuge, who knew that his grandmother's house had also fallen in a few days, and he looked down through the window, okay, all of them were people.