Someone who had disappeared for a week in the first class of the ninth year walked into the classroom with a schoolbag on his back.

A woman who had been frowning for days suddenly radiated the moment someone stepped into the classroom.

Wan Feng felt that there was a ray of sunlight shining on his face, which was very dazzling, and when he looked up, he saw Zhang Xuan's bright eyes.

Wan Feng walked all the way to the back of the podium, and knocked on the podium with a blackboard like that: "Everyone be quiet! In the past two days, I have been going to the field for further study for a week, and from today onwards, I will be a substitute teacher specially appointed by the vocational high school. ”

Wan Feng turned around and drew two round balls on the blackboard with chalk, much like the two parts on a woman's chest.

"Do you understand what this is?"

The boys' eyes widened and they all looked like they all knew it, and the girls blushed, and the shameless and obscene adjectives of the hooligans were like a tide surging like a thousand peaks.

"Look, if you think it's crooked, let's keep watching. ”

Wan Feng then brushed a few strokes to turn the two balls into cats that had been standing.

Many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies in the 90s had this stalk, and Wan Feng just carried it.

"Look at how dirty your minds are! Teacher, I'm obviously just drawing a cute cat, but where do you all think of it? Is this shameless, is it obscene? You should strengthen your ideology and ideology..."

"Hit him!" Zhang Xuan couldn't listen to it anymore, this thing was serious again, and he took the lead in shouting, and then a paper ball was thrown up.

"I'm telling you to be a teacher. ”

Ji Chun and Wang Wenmin followed and flew paper balls on the podium, and then other girls also participated in the singing on the spot, and for a while, the paper balls fell on someone like snow.

These losers, aren't they money for their homework? they all tore up the paper balls and told you that Lao Tzu would smash your ass.

Wan Feng fled with his head in his hands, and ran back to his seat under the rain of bullets.

Even when he ran back to his seat, a ball of paper the size of a fist still slammed down on his head.

"What are you doing? I'm back in my seat, why do I still throw it? If I throw it again, I'll turn my face!"

Wan Feng turned his head and yelled behind him, and at a glance, he saw a larger paper ball the size of a lead ball appear in Zhang Xuan's hand.

"Zhang Xuan, if you dare to throw that paper ball on my head..."

"Whoosh!" The paper ball flew over unbelievingly, and as soon as Wan Feng shrank his head, the paper ball landed on the key head in front of Wan Feng.

"Hahaha, I didn't fight!"

"Teacher Wan, come here!" Zhang Xuan smiled and hooked his finger at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng came to Zhang Xuan's seat, and Ji Chun stood up very interestingly: "I'll go to the toilet." ”

Wan Feng sat on Ji Chun's seat: "What are you asking me to do? Ask about physiological knowledge? Then you have found the right person." ”

"It's so thick-skinned!" He Yanfei looked at Wan Feng again.

"He..." He Yanfei's eyes widened as he brushed the ground.

"If you dare to call me Aunt He again, I'll scratch you!"

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his neck: "It's not bad to scratch, it's stabbing." You also threw the paper ball just now, the paper ball with the greatest power must have been thrown by you, you are planning to murder... Schoolmate. ”

I almost told me about the murder of my husband, and now is not the time to make such jokes.

He Yanfei twisted his face and didn't look at Wan Feng.

Zhang Xuan sneered, and waited until he had laughed enough before asking, "What have you been doing these days?"

"Further study... Errands went. ”

"Home?"

"I didn't go home, I stayed in the county for seven days. ”

What if the woman asks him for clothes when he comes home?

"Oh, what are you doing in the county?"

"There's something important, I can't say that. ”

Zhang Xuan's face turned pale, this product will not have anything to do with a certain woman when he goes to the county seat.

If Wan Feng knew Zhang Xuan's thoughts, he would definitely praise Zhang Xuan for being smart, yes, it is indeed related to women.

When Zhang Xuan was about to ask something more, a shout suddenly came from the door of the classroom: "Wan Feng!"

Wan Feng looked back and saw that it was Quyang.

Qu Yang stood at the door of the classroom with a beaming face and waved to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng immediately stood up and walked to the door of the classroom: "Teacher Qu, you called me?"

"Follow me!" Qu Yang said come with me, then turned around and walked towards the school office.

Wan Feng followed Qu Yang to the teacher's office.

Qu Yang very mysteriously took out a letter from the drawer, along with a large envelope.

Qu Yang handed the letter to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng looked at the cover of the envelope and saw that the inscription on it was due to the editorial department of Nahe, and he knew what was going on.

"Teacher Qu, look at your happy face, don't look at it, this must be a notice, your work has been published! Then this big envelope is a sample book?" Wan Feng deliberately said loudly.

At this time, when you put gold on Qu Yang's face, you must say it out loud so that everyone knows.

Wan Feng has been a literary youth, so he naturally knows the hearts of contributors.

When writing and submitting manuscripts, they are all secret, for fear that others will know that they are toads and want to eat swan meat, but once the manuscript is published, it is another matter, for fear that others will not know.

Qu Yang himself will definitely not shout around, literati have the disease of self-esteem, so the responsibility of propaganda falls on Wan Feng.

Sure enough, when Wan Feng shouted like this, the teachers in the whole office heard it, and their eyes were focused on Qu Yang's position and on Qu Yang's face.

Wan Feng picked up the big envelope, poured out a sample book from it, and opened it!

Jiang Min's little girl is still quite obedient, and sure enough, Qu Yang's is listed on the first page of the publication.

"Wow! It's still the headline, Mr. Qu, you are so powerful!"

More than 4,000 words occupy a page and a half, and there is a brief introduction to the author at the end: Qu Yang, a teacher at Red Bianjiang Farm Vocational High School in Longjiang Province, loves literature and is willing to make friends with the pen in his hand.

When the rest of the teachers heard that Qu Yang had published his works, they all gathered around, admiring Qu Yang's masterpiece and holding Qu Yang's stinky feet.

"How much is the manuscript fee for this publication?" a female Chinese teacher named Mengyan asked the most practical question from the actual situation.

After Qu Yang was transferred, Mengyan was Wan Feng's next Chinese teacher.

"The manuscript fee for a national-level journal may be 20 words per 1,000 words, and the manuscript fee for this journal at the regional level should be 15 words per 1,000 words, and Mr. Qu Yang's article is about 4,000 words, and the manuscript fee should be about 60 yuan. ”

"Wow! It's more than our monthly salary, Mr. Qu, you have to have a treat. ”

At this time, the pimples on Qu Yang's face were shining, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice: "It must be, I must treat you when the manuscript fee comes." ”