Wu Ansheng sat in his seat and trembled, for fear that the teacher would not be able to ask him questions and answers, and then he would be whipped by the ring ruler.

Due to the good education of his parents, Wu Ansheng has a deep fear of things like ring ruler belts, and the shadow of his childhood has not been erased to this day.

Fortunately, Mr. Guwen doesn't like to ask questions, so he shakes his head at the lectern and immerses himself in his own world, which looks very much like the old gentleman who teaches in a private school.

The ancient literature of this world is the language, but there are many ancient poems and ancient sayings, and the preface of the ancient Chinese textbook uses the ancient strange text of Lu Mengzheng, the prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty - "Destiny Fu".

Full of economy and white hair, only a shallow teenager entered the department, some were rich first and then poor, and some were poor and then rich.

Jiaolong did not meet the fish and shrimp, the gentleman lost time to surrender under the villain, the sun and the moon did not shine, the ground did not grow when the grass and trees did not grow, the water did not have the wind and waves when the wind and waves were uneven, and the people did not have good luck.

Therefore, in the world, the rich and noble cannot be fully used, the poor and the lowly cannot be deceived themselves, and the cycle of heaven and earth begins again and again.

Wu Ansheng looked at the textbook and wanted to cry without tears, why did this butterfly effect happen to Li Zicheng, the predecessors of Tang and Song poems and quatrains have been written.

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, there are no good poems and good words that can be copied, and Wu Ansheng doesn't remember if there are good ones.

Wu Ansheng originally planned to copy some poems and publish them, so that he could make some money and experience the life of a literati and a, but this is good, and his dream is shattered.

Forty minutes passed quickly, and after class, the ancient literature teacher assigned the week's homework, each of whom wrote a short story of 1,000 words, with any subject matter, and handed it to the representative of the ancient literature class next Monday morning.

Wu Ansheng patted his head, how could he forget this stubble, there is no poetry to copy novels, aren't Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions all products of the Ming and Qing dynasties?

No, you have to be open-minded, there is no need to copy famous books, you expect a scumbag who barely passed the second book to write the full text of Journey to the West Dream of Red Mansions silently?

If you don't copy famous books, you can copy novels, Dou Po of potatoes, Douluo of three spoons, and what kind of fairy ghost blowing lamp and tomb robbery notes can be copied.

Wu Ansheng has read these books many times before, and the plots in them are not far from ten, and there is no need to be strict about writing novels, every word is correct, and the main plot of the story is wonderful.

Wu Ansheng seemed to see a pile of banknotes beckoning to him, these classic novels were smashed down, and he didn't believe that he couldn't make money.

The fat man stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Wu Ansheng's eyes, "Brother Sheng, are you hysterical? Why have you been stupid, and your saliva is about to flow out."

Wu Ansheng wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and returned to his cold appearance, "It's okay, you read it wrong, how can a handsome guy drool."

Wu Ansheng secretly scolded himself in his heart for being unproductive, calm, calm, more than ten years of life experience than others, and the culture of another world, isn't it easy to make a ticket.

Now I have to try to maintain Wu Ansheng's original character design, if the character collapses too quickly, there will be no good juice to eat, in case someone finds out that the soul is piercing, then wait for the slice study.

Although the odds are small, it is better to be cautious.

Wu Ansheng is a man of action, and the thought of countless banknotes and girls waiting for him makes Wu Ansheng full of motivation.

Wu Ansheng picked up the pen and paper and began to conceive, the first book was intended to be written Dou Po, although the book was mixed on the Internet, but Tudou's one-handed divorce attracted countless online articles to imitate.

Children, welcome the baptism of other world online articles, and hope that your parents will be merciful.

Wu Ansheng spent the morning writing, sitting in the corner of the last row, with books stacked on his desk taller than his head.

The teacher on the podium couldn't see what he was doing, and even if he came down and walked around, there was no teacher to pay attention to the poor students in the last row, which was ironic and realistic.

Without the teacher's interference, Wu Ansheng was at ease and wrote the novel wholeheartedly.

When the school bell rang at noon, Wu Ansheng had just written more than 5,000 words, and Wu Ansheng put down his pen and rubbed his sore fingers. Alas, writing novels is really not a human job.

Wu Ansheng has the original text written so slowly in his mind, and he doesn't know how those gods who change 10,000 words a day do it, and some people's success is doomed.

Wu Ansheng sandwiched the novel in the ancient texts, and then put the ancient texts at the bottom of the textbook and pressed them tightly.

He didn't want to be taken as toilet paper without opening his eyes, or confiscated by the teacher, then this morning's hard work would be in vain, Wu Ansheng is a very cautious person.

The fat man looked at the eccentric Wu Ansheng and asked strangely, "Brother Sheng, what are you hiding?

Wu Ansheng said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, let's eat, you'll know when the time comes."

"Brother Sheng, I have a reluctant request."

"Since you know it's a reluctant invitation, don't ask for it."

"Brother Sheng, don't be like this, the 1,000 yuan you borrowed has been a month, and the interest between brothers hurts their feelings, so it's not too much for you to invite me to lunch."

"Classmate, please let me go, don't block me from going to the cafeteria, okay?"

"Gan".

In the end, Wu Ansheng still invited the fat man to have a big meal, there was no way, who called Wu Ansheng kind-hearted.

The fat man picked up the sour and hot kelp shreds in the rice bowl, and asked blankly, "Brother Sheng, is this the seafood meal you are talking about?"

Wu Ansheng chewed a large piece of back to the pot meat, looked satisfied, and replied to the fat man vaguely: "Yes, eat it quickly, this is a good thing, don't look at it cheap, when it comes to the effect of nourishing yin and replenishing yang, this thing is no worse than oyster abalone, I don't tell him about ordinary people."

"Really, I don't read much, don't lie to me, brother."

"Really, did Brother Sheng lie to you before?"

"No, thank you Brother Sheng for the seafood dinner."

The fat man was delirious, and picked up chopsticks to gobble down the kelp silk given by the cafeteria aunt.

Wu Ansheng is really worried about this child, how did he get into the seventeenth middle school with this IQ, it's hard for him.

At noon, the meal cost Wu Ansheng nine yuan, eight yuan for back pot meat, and one yuan for two bowls of rice.

Wu Ansheng eats meat, and the fat man eats free hot and sour kelp silk, this kind of brotherhood is really touching, and men and women are silent.

After eating this meal, Wu Ansheng still had twenty-three yuan left. Although Wu Ansheng is sure that the novel will be a big hit, but now that he has no income, Wu Ansheng can't help but worry about his future life, and he has to find a way to make quick money.

The fat man ate quickly, and after eating, he stared at the meat in Wu Ansheng's bowl, pitiful.

Wu Ansheng was uncomfortable when he looked at it, and sandwiched a piece of it into the fat man's bowl.

"Thank you, Brother Sheng, I know that Brother Sheng is the most righteous", the fat man hurriedly picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, for fear that Wu Ansheng would regret it.

Wu Ansheng said with bad intentions: "Of course, I, Wu Ansheng, walk the rivers and lakes with righteous words." Xiao Chen, how is your money, how much is it missing, brother will think of a way for you."

The fat man was very naïve, and he didn't notice Wu Ansheng's sinister intentions at all.

"No need for Brother Sheng, I took a loan shark of 2,000 yuan in the hands of a big brother in my sophomore year of high school, and the interest of a dime a month, I can pay it off in about three months if I save some living expenses."

Yes, you can do a lot of things for 3,000 yuan, but the fat man is not enough for one person, and Wu Ansheng needs some childcare for what he does.

"That's okay, but I thought about it, it's risky for two people to pay the money, what if that group of people get the money and turn around and don't admit it, and want to continue to blackmail you."

The fat man didn't think about this problem, and now he heard Wu Ansheng say this, and the six gods who were scared were not mastered.

"That group of people are unruly, it's really possible, Brother Sheng, what should we do."

Wu Ansheng comforted the fat man: "In this way, you contact your junior high school brothers, invite them out for dinner tomorrow, and go together the day after tomorrow.

The fat man nodded and said, "It's worthy of being a biological brother, everything has been arranged."

Wu Ansheng's face turned black, and the fat man slapped himself in the mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the back road."

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, with such a son, Chen Chong's parents must be very heavy.