The appeal of the king of salted fish is not small at all. Meng Xin thought that the authors were not active, but in fact they were too far away to catch up with this slightly remote town for a while.

But starting at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, one after another writers came looking for addresses, and they signed up with excitement and excitement.

Meng's salary was not overcharged this time, and the tuition fee per person was 10,000 yuan.

Of course, he didn't ask for a sky-high price, in fact, what he wanted to do was far from being a mere 10,000 yuan that could be exchanged, but fortunately, he was not short of money, and 10,000 yuan was just a symbolic meaning. What he needs is discipline!

This class will be the place where he will lose his discipline.

The first batch of trainees is twenty-four!

In fact, there are more people who want to study, but they can't come to them, so they have called to ask if the registration time can be accommodating, or register by phone. It's just that Meng paid him a refusal and told them that they could come to the next issue.

This can be regarded as an attempt to indulge in the past.

Mengxin is well aware of the truth that scarcity is precious, and what should I do if I collect too much at one time, and there will be no source of students in the future?

On the podium, Meng Xin looked at the authors of different ages but all of them were in the posture of elementary school monks on the small table, and he felt an urge to laugh. No, you have to be serious! How can you laugh in class as a role model?

Meng Xinqiang held back a smile, looked around, and found that everyone had to study seriously, and only Zhao Hao was unwilling.

Ma Dan, what about the woman who is still thinking about labor and management?

"Let's introduce ourselves, my name and pen name or something, I can also talk about my hobbies, I can also talk about it, anyway, we will all be classmates in the future, everyone should get along in harmony, we must love and help each other, understand?" Meng Xin finished speaking, and pointed to Zhao Hao. "Classmate Zhao, let's start with you. ”

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and was about to be introduced.

"Stand up!" Meng Xin suddenly roared, startling everyone, especially Zhao Hao. "When you introduce yourself, you have to stand up and face everyone, it's the same as apologizing and showing your breasts, why don't you even know this basic common sense? ”

Meng Xin looked disgusted, and Zhao Hao was completely confused.

Miscellaneous...... What the heck?

Apologize to show your breasts?

Basic common sense?

Zhao Hao began to doubt life, your discipline value is -9999

Meng Xin laughed heartily.

That's the purpose of his class, look, but in one voice, a room of people has provided him with hundreds of thousands of exercises. He hasn't officially lectured yet!

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Hao, go fork Zhao, Ri Tianhao. I'm not an author, I'm just a reader, and I'm here to learn how to write, and by the way, I'm here to make changes. Zhao Hao regained his former composure and said with a smile on his face.

Everyone laughed and looked at Meng Xin one by one. This is the king of salted fish, they have chased, envied, admired, and gritted their teeth as a super rookie author!

Although the rookie king activity has not yet started to be selected, everyone is not stupid, this year's rookie king must be the king of salted fish.

Alas, no, no, it's possible that the author of Douluo is also possible, and there are several authors of new books, all of whom have the potential to compete!

Everyone thought about it, and chose the newcomer Wang Lai in their hearts in their minds.

The corners of Meng Xin's mouth curled.

Is it true that the atmosphere in my classroom is so relaxed and lively? Ben Mengxin is inspired to be a devil teacher! You melon babies, you are so naïve.

As soon as Meng Xin's hand was stretched, a leather whip appeared.

"Bang!" An explosion sounded, and everyone was frightened again, and Zhao Hao jumped up in fright.

"During class, don't giggle or wander!" Meng said in a threatening voice.

The crowd shuddered.

The value of the salary festival was greatly reduced, and he excitedly pointed to another student.

"I ...... My name is Hu Guang, pen name Gu Guang, the author of the National Treasure Explorer......" A young man whispered with a frightened face.

Everyone was amazed, looking at Hu Guang in surprise one by one, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

"Smack!" Meng Xin whipped again, "Hu Guang, you are a fourth-level writer, can you have some confidence!

Hu Guang shook and looked at Meng Xin with fearful eyes. I'm so scared...... Is this really the king of salted fish......?

Hu Guang had no choice but to shout again, so that he could return to his seat and sit down, Zhao Hao looked at him enviously, but he stood in place and did not dare to move.

Meng Xin didn't allow it, who knows what will happen if he walks back to his seat without permission? Zhao Hao was full of confidence before he came, but he was first confused by Ma Feibei, and then he was scared half to death by Meng Xin, and now he is completely wilted. For the first time in his life, he recognized one thing - money, it seems that it is not omnipotent!

Otherwise, how could the king of salted fish dare to be so merciless to him, a fan who threw tens of millions of dollars?

"Hello everyone, my name is Xu Wu, pen name QWE, a small fight, I am honored to study with you here at Mr. Salted Fish. A handsome young man introduced himself very calmly, and did not seem to be affected by the salary.

Everyone didn't talk to each other this time, because they hadn't heard of this name at all, and it was estimated that it was the appearance of a level 1 or 2 writer, just like them.

"Ni Hekai, pen name Tears of Blood, favorite writer is Mr. Lu Xun. "This time it's a little fresh meat.

Meng Xin couldn't help but complain on the podium. Why don't you go to be actors, what are you doing to write books, and compete with Ben Meng's salary for the appearance of a writer?

No, these two guys must be trained well, otherwise won't he, a senior, be compared?

The next one to step forward was a little beauty. "Hello everyone, I am Yuemo Xiaowu, pen name Super Dandan, a big fan of Teacher Salted Fish. With that, the little beauty turned around and smiled mischievously at Meng Xin.

Meng Xin smiled back.

As the only two female authors, eh, except for lana, is the only female author, and it must be treated well, the kind that can be specially taught.

"I'm silent, my pen name beast is shocked, a student in school, and I'm honored to study with all the writers and predecessors. A shy boy with glasses scratched his head and smiled.

"I'm Mei Shishang, a pen name other people's puppy, to emphasize, I'm a man, thank you. A guy who looked like a woman spoke, and then returned to his seat.

As soon as Meng Xin glanced at him, he felt uncomfortable.

Because he's so good-looking?

Meng Xin instinctively felt that it was not the reason, but he couldn't say why.

"He's an isotope of someone you hate, that's all. "The system is open.

Inside the temple.

Meng Xin nodded, no longer entangled in why he was disgusted, and continued to click on the next introduction. Hey, there's a greasy guy sitting in the back row? Hey, it's you.

The greasy uncle with his hair combed and black-rimmed glasses was a little shy and a little afraid. "Teacher Salted Fish, I'm embarrassed to talk about my pen name, can I not talk about it?"

"No!" Meng sternly refused.

The greasy uncle walked to the front desk with some resistance, looked at everyone, and said stubbornly: "My name is Chen Dong, and my pen name is ...... Kidney deficiency. ”

After the uncle finished speaking, he covered his face.

Meng Xian almost exclaimed.

Chen Dong: Kidney deficiency?

, isn't this the big guy? This world also has a different space-time isotope?

Meng Xin looked at Chen Dong's somewhat round back, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"System, this Chen Dong, what is the writer's level?"

"A level 5 popular writer, not far from a diamond-level star writer. The system affirmed.

The corners of Meng Xin's mouth twitched, and then he looked excited. Level 5 bigwigs were all fished by him to listen to the class?

Just ask who else?

Yes!