Tuesday.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

As soon as I had dinner, my mother began to talk about the morning sun.

"Why are you still writing?"

"How long is this going to be?"

"Aren't you going to give a lesson tomorrow?

"I'll talk to you, hurry up, don't write it, I don't see much money every day, hurry up and go to bed, and get up early tomorrow to go to work." ”

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you there?"

There is a lot of chatter, and Chenyang is tired of listening to it.

Finalizing the hundreds of words in his hand, he turned his head and said impatiently to his mother, "I heard it, I still have a task here, and I'll talk about it when I'm done." ”

Mom snorted, "You still have a task? How much money can you make from writing tirelessly? It's not as good as your old job, and you can still make money back when you write a book, what have you been doing all this time?"

Chenyang didn't bother to argue.

After the establishment of Huaxia Chinese Network, his mother has not agreed with him to write online articles.

Especially in the recent period, the cost of the website is very large, and the money earned from a few books in "Zichuan" was smashed into it without even touching his hand.

Crackling and writing three more lines, Chenyang said poorly, "Isn't this writing? Ming'er still has to teach." ”

Mom snorted, "You still know that you have to teach, look at what time it is, you don't sleep now, can you get up tomorrow? ”

"Okay, okay, I sleep, I sleep. ”

Chenyang surrendered.

The website can't make money, and his mother is very concerned about his teaching, and every day she either urges him to prepare for classes or urges him to check the information, and he doesn't dare to go home before 10 o'clock at night for at least two or three days this week.

"Then turn off the computer. ”

"There are also a thousand and a half, sleep when you finish writing, sleep when you finish writing. ”

While coaxing his mother, Chenyang looked at the keyboard as fast as he coaxed.

Da-da-da-da.

Dada-da.

Three points.

Five points.

Very.

It took about half an hour for Chenyang to look away from the computer screen and turn his head to look, hey, Mom is still standing at the door, with one hand on her waist, staring at him like I see when you write.

"Oops, Mom. Chenyang shouted with a headache.

Mom rolled her eyes, looked at her watch and said, "Do you know if you go to bed on time at ten o'clock." ”

"Good, good. ”

Agreed, Chenyang closed the door to the room.

The whole bedroom was quiet again, without the oppression of my mother, and the remaining few hundred words of Chenyang were written like a fish in water.

Checking the language disease.

Check for typos.

After making sure there was no problem, Chenyang passed on the last chapter of the day.

"Zichuan" is now more than 200,000 words, and the collection has reached 100,000, according to the review standards of the previous life, this book has not only passed, but even has the qualifications to fight with the gods at the beginning of the month.

But now Chenyang is not in a hurry, after all, the book "Zichuan" was written not only for the collection of hundreds of thousands, but as a model to tell everyone how to write fantasy texts, how to open brain holes, and there is nothing to look forward to.

Turn off the computer.

Chenyang obediently went to bed.

It was only half past nine, and he naturally didn't feel sleepy, but in order to avoid his mother's nagging, he had to pretend.

Holding his mobile phone and flipping through the recent new book list, and then flipping through the PP groups he joined, Chenyang remembered to see how his class was chosen.

I didn't bother with this for a week.

You say how big this girl's heart is!

The official website of the university.

The instructor logs in to the platform.

Enter your account password.

Login!

For.

A prompt popped up: [Sorry, the network is busy at the moment, please try again later]

Get!

This is the system has collapsed again!

Shaking his head helplessly, Chenyang didn't bother to be obsessed with the number of people, and opened the big sticker in his hand.

swept his eyes, it was almost full of news related to himself, what to go to the Great Hall tomorrow, what to rent professional cameras, and what is even more outrageous is that a certain department of flowers said that she wanted to fall in love with people in a row tomorrow, and she couldn't cry or laugh when she saw the morning sun.

Rolling his eyes hastily, Chenyang was ready to go to sleep.

However, just then, a new post appeared on Tieba.

Originally, he didn't care much about this, but when his name was written on the title of the post, it was difficult for Chenyang not to care.

Click on.

A screenshot from Weibo popped up.

On the screenshot, the poster wrote, "Come and see, Professor Di is angry at the Yang God on Weibo! Guess how the Yang God will reply?"

On the screenshot that followed, a sentence was written behind the V-portrait of Di Qiu, "Those who take happiness courses are kicked in their brains by donkeys, and a person who doesn't know anything to teach psychology, I don't believe what can be taught, and I still rush to listen, wasting precious time watching the excitement, I really don't know what to do!"

"I'll go, what's going on?"

"Professor Di, is he the most famous professor of psychology in the Department of Philosophy?"

"Isn't it written on this, Di Qiu, the one who just published his professional paper on psychology at the beginning of that year. ”

But how does this sentence feel like it's talking about us? I don't know what it means, my brain was kicked by a donkey, how can this person say anything. ”

"Let's talk about us, what else can you say? Who made the family a professor? ”

"I'm feeling very angry, the elective courses are meant to let us choose independently, why do we become brainless when we choose Yangshen's courses?

Just when I was looking at the pictures in Chenyang, several college students came up to follow the post.

But everyone just talked about it in the post bar, and they got angry in their hearts, and a professor said that they were kicked in the head by a donkey, what else could they do? The credits are in the hands of others, so they can't go up and scold.

Chenyang looked at it and was also on fire.

In the past week, although he has not paid much attention to the process of course selection, he has also heard a lot of doubts.

To be honest, he doesn't care, he has been questioned and scolded all the way, and one more or less one really can't hurt him, but now he really can't bear it, what does it mean?

The most important thing is, if you want to be rigid and come head-on, buddies will never hide, what does it mean to openly scold students in the media?

Turning on the microcast, Chenyang said, "@狄邱, something is coming at me, scolding students is a fart! I don't understand? You know? You are a roundworm in my stomach, what's wrong? Don't think that if you top the professor's certification, you will be awesome!

This guy is just a violent temper, others can scold him, scold him, but scold his fans, readers, students and people around him just can!