"Is this your daughter? The female fan happily put the book back in her backpack, she didn't carefully taste what Wang Shen wrote, because her attention was always on Wang Shen's body, and it was not until the end that she realized that there was a cute little girl next to her idol.

"Call my sister. Hearing this, Wang Shen smiled and nodded, and then shouted to Wang Xiaoying in a soft voice.

Wang Xiaoying's eyes kept staring at the strange big sister in front of her, and then when she heard her father's shout, she immediately shouted obediently: "Sister." ”

"Wow, it's so cute!" the female fan exclaimed exaggeratedly again, causing Wang Xiaoying's eyes to look at her with great confusion.

seems to be wondering, this sister is so strange.

Wang Shen kept a smile on his face, which made people look very friendly.

Steeply, the female fan seemed to react, quickly glanced at the time on the phone, and began to panic, saying, "Idol, I'll go first, my boyfriend is about to arrive." ”

Wang Shen nodded and only said, "Go ahead." ”

The female fan had already turned around and took a step, but suddenly turned around, reached out and clenched into a fist, shouting, "Fighting!"

Corresponding to this sentence is the fighting gesture she just made.

Wang Shen was stunned for a moment, and then met her eager eyes, what else could there be besides the inner vibration?

Soon, he reacted, clenched his fists as well, and made a fighting gesture like this fan who met Pingshui.

When the female fan saw this, she smiled like a flower and left satisfied.

Wang Shen really didn't expect that after so many years, there are still fans who can do this, and they don't forget to cheer for themselves!

Come on, 2018!

Come on, Wang Shen!

Come on, Huaguo!

"Dad, fighting!" Wang Xiaoying was ghostly, holding Wang Shen's hand, and also shouted loudly on the side.

Wang Shen was slightly stunned, but then he smiled, laughing happily and kindly.

"Do you know what fighting means? Just shout like that?" Wang Shen asked funny, Xiao Nizi looked like a little adult, which really made him laugh.

Wang Xiaoying seemed to be dissatisfied with her father's contempt, her beautiful little face was full of small emotions, and she snorted: "Of course Yingbao knows, the teacher has taught, and the teacher often shouts to us like this, fighting, which means cheering." ”

"Dad, come on!"

Wang Shen was abruptly silent, and then laughed, but his smile was a little stiff, at this moment, he didn't know what to say, he only felt that all kinds of words were piled up in his mouth, but he couldn't express it.

"Yingbao, come on!"

In the end, he said this sentence in a mosquito voice and led Wang Xiaoying away.

I've never been like this, choked up by a child.

Yingbao, dad has you, it is the best happiness!

The father and daughter had eaten in a restaurant outside, and when they got home, it was already evening.

After a busy day, Wang Xiaoying was already sleepy, Wang Shen took the lead in giving her a bath, and then put her to bed.

This time, there is no need to sing, and there is no need to tell bedtime stories, and after putting it in bed for a while, Wang Xiaoying fell asleep peacefully.

Wang Shen walked out of her room lightly, and then simply cleaned up, and then took a shower.

After doing all this, he sat down in front of the computer, turned on the computer, and logged in to Qidian Chinese website.

It took two days to record where Dad went, and he set up automatic updates in those two days, and he didn't know what the situation was now.

As soon as I logged in to the background, I saw several unread messages.

Click on it to see that it is a short sign station sent by the editor of the website.

He is very confident about signing a contract, after all, Ghost Blows Out the Lantern is a very good novel.

So, he never worried.

Whether the signing station will come or not is just a matter of time.

Turn off the short station, and then look at the background data, his eyes become weird, the data is very social, very real, no more, no less, only two collections.

One is himself, and the other is his future editor-in-charge.

Then, he clicked on the title of the book and entered the homepage of the ghost blowing out the lamp, the data is still very real, more than 30,000 words, the click is just an integer, there are only 10, as for the book review or something, there is not one.

Ghost Blows Out the Lamp, is a new book on the classification of supernatural beings.

Although, the supernatural classification is a cool existence at the starting point.

But, that's all too true, isn't it?

It's really chilling.

At this moment, Wang Shen was a little apprehensive, if he was still not popular after being recommended, wouldn't it be a tragedy?

He opened the entire supernatural classification channel of Dianwang with a fluke mentality, and clicked on the title of the book that was being recommended.

Looking at it, it can only be said that the data is bleak, and it is so bleak that people can't look at it directly.

At this moment, he wanted to sing a song for himself, cool.

The current situation of the supernatural channel is like this, and he can't change anything, so he can only speak with strength.

He believes in the ghost blowing the lamp and believes in the strength of the ghost blowing the lamp.

People light candles and ghosts blow out lamps, but it's not just talking.

Calming down, he re-entered the writer's backstage and began to code words.

Needless to say, burying your head is dry.

The next day, Friday, Wang Shen sent Wang Xiaoying to the kindergarten on time, and then drove his broken car to the place of work, Tomorrow Middle School.

Since he took a few days off, his music lessons were adjusted and swapped with other classes, which means that he has several classes of music lessons to attend today.

However, he is not in a hurry, and there is no pressure at all, because the music class in high school is basically used to cultivate sentiment and soothe the spirit.

In other words, it's not much different from self-study.

After all, high school is dominated by cultural classes.

It's already very tiring to memorize and do questions, and you can't let other things waste energy.

Of course, some high schools also have art students.

These art students usually have one thing in common, that is, they are not reading materials, they have poor grades in cultural classes, and their scores are not enough to be admitted to prestigious universities.

At ten o'clock, Wang Shen had his first music class in the third class of the first year of high school.

"Hello teacher. When the students saw Wang Shen walk into the classroom, they stood up collectively.

"Hello students!"

Then, the class sat down.

After the classmates sat down, their attention was not on him at all.

Some are doing test questions, some are sleeping on the table, some are empty-eyed, and some are secretly looking in the mirror.

Wang Shen didn't care about them, because in the school's educational norms, music lessons were originally used to allow students to relax their stress in heavy study.

When he came, he brought a small stereo, skillfully plugged the stereo into his mobile phone, and then played songs and melodies.

There are materials for his class stored in his mobile phone, so there is no need to prepare for class.

The sound of the stereo was not loud, and since there were no other sounds in the classroom, everyone could hear it.

Finally, he sat down at the lectern and began the countdown.

A lesson is 45 minutes, neither long nor short.

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