In the first class, Yu Le answered the questions raised by the students seriously, maintaining an active and enthusiastic atmosphere in the class.

Xu Ran nodded with satisfaction outside the window, and said to Huang Rui: "Yes, I didn't expect Yu Le to be able to connect poetry and scripts. Based on this sentence alone, this class is worth it. ”

Huang Rui smiled: "The poetry he writes is extraordinarily imaginative, which may be the reason why he can put forward the theory of 'poetry is a script'!" ”

Xu Ran and Huang Rui listened for a while, and then left unfinished until the end of class.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Yu Le picked up the teacup and prepared to refill the water, but unexpectedly, the students in the front row hula surrounded him.

A classmate took a notebook and said, "Teacher Yu, can you help me sign my name?" ”

The other students also said in unison, "We want it too." ”

Yu Le smiled helplessly: "Don't be impatient, everyone. I'm going to teach here for three years, and everybody gets a chance to get an autograph. I hope you will let me fetch water first, otherwise I will die of thirst, and everyone will not have signatures. ”

Only then did the students make a way and let Yu Le go to fetch water.

Yu Le entered the teacher's lounge next to the teaching building, refilled the hot water, and then went to the bathroom again, and then entered the classroom safely.

With a few minutes remaining, he signed about a dozen or so names. Hearing the bell ringing, he stopped: "Okay, I still have class on Wednesday, and I will sign it for everyone when the time comes." Please take back your seats. ”

After the order of the class was restored, Yu Le began the formal lecture: imagery in the art of poetry.

The free-flowing teaching method and the poems at their fingertips made the students realize that the name of a new poet is really not covered.

Many of the female students looked at Yu Le with pink eyes.

The 40-minute lecture made the students obsessed and intoxicated.

They didn't expect that Yan Huang's poems were so vivid and vivid in imagination and expression that the students in the acting department couldn't help but want to construct the corresponding scenes and experience the poet's emotions and the stories behind the poems.

Hearing the bell ringing for the end of class, Yu Le drank and said, "End of class." ”

Hula, the students gathered in a circle again, especially the girls.

Yu Le said helplessly: "It's only ten minutes to sign it." If you have other questions, please write them on a piece of paper and give them to me before the next class, and I will answer them in public or reply on paper as appropriate. ”

pinched the point, and when the time came, he refused all kinds of requests and never signed again.

This wind can't last! Once an exception is made, the rules cannot be established, and in the end, it is harmful to others and oneself.

Back in the office, Yu Le found that his chest and back were wet.

Nima, I'm not so tired from lecturing, I didn't expect that just by signing autographs, these female students tossed him "wet", it's really powerful!

Putting down the lesson plan, Yu Le found that the other teachers were not in the office, and they all went to eat.

He washed the teacup before Shi Shiran went to the cafeteria to eat, and was about to find a place to sit down, but found Chu Jiao's shout.

Nima, the three girls sat neatly together to eat, and there was a place reserved for Yu Le next to them.

He said hello to the three girls and asked them how they were doing for the weekend, so that they could eat with peace of mind.

After eating, the four of them walked around according to the old habit, and then returned to the dormitory.

In the last week, Chu Jiao's three daughters all knew Yu Le's habit of taking a nap, so they all went back to the dormitory and did not disturb each other.

Closing the door, Yu Le called Zhou Lun and said, "Alun, I want to start a company, you help me go through the registration procedures." ”

Zhou Lun wailed: "Brother, you can't throw money into the water all the time, my brother's waist can be deflated!" ”

Yu Le scolded angrily: "If you really don't have any money, you must call me and let me participate in the poetry meeting." Judging from the signs that you haven't introduced me to the poetry club recently, your wallet is not deflated at all. ”

Zhou Lun said depressedly: "Brother, don't write poems, rewrite detective novels!" ”

Yu Le said solemnly: "Brother is doing a big thing. After you do it, you still don't have money to spend. In all seriousness, the company name I want to register is Panda Video & Instant Messaging Company.

In addition, you can help me check whether there is a network software communication tool on the market, if you can find it, call me by phone; If not, you can recruit a few programming apes for me, and I'll develop the software. ”

Zhou Lun was stunned, which one is this Nima going to do!

Developing software, you are a poet, not a software engineer!

He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade Yu Le to say a few words, but found that Yu Le had hung up.

Ay! It's getting harder and harder to make money for pickling girls!

Yu Le knows that although Zhou Lun is not reliable in love, he is still very reliable. Therefore, after he handed over the matter to Zhou Lun, it was much easier.

You don't have to run around on your own, life is really comfortable!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Le woke up.

He didn't wake up naturally, he woke up laughing.

In his sleep, he wrote a book of millions of words, counting nearly 10 million manuscript fees, and he laughed hysterically and woke up happy.

Hey, he hasn't written for a week, and he's dreaming of writing books. It's really born to work hard, and I can't enjoy comfort and leisure!

But what to write? He lay in bed, unconsciously thinking about his next great book.

If you combine "Resident Evil" and "The Plague", wouldn't it be another thriller science fiction novel.

Well, Life Crisis was originally a game and was later adapted into a movie. If you successfully adapt the novel and publish it, and then set up the game, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money.

Title: Biochemical Plague

Character setting:

Captain: Thea: The sexy setting of the red dress (shorts) is indispensable;

Core Team Members (9 People):

Yu Le: Responsible for appearance and being cool and handsome. (Fertilizer and water reserved land)

Daoist Zhang: Longhu Mountain's "pseudo-master", a good peachwood sword (cheap) - sanctimonious.

Yan Fei: Special Forces Machine Gunner;

Huang Yuan: A good gun to play.

Peng Shuai: Brother Decline with the word handsome in his name;

Xu Wei: The master of the secret weapon of the Tang Sect, his appearance is not amazing;

Wang Fatzi, who is responsible for being funny and pulling back legs;

Yuan Shan: A female doctor, gentle and cute.

Jin Yueyue: Fat girl, she loves to eat snacks, and she eats blood and corpses correctly. Classic quotes: Grandma sits on you to death!

Story setting: In Qingdao, a beautiful seaside city on Earth Star, there is a Tiankang biotechnology company. The company is focused on studying the immunity of rats in the hope of learning from humans.

In the underground research room he built, there are hundreds of thousands of live rats.

They were injected with a variety of biochemical agents to collect antibodies from the rats and the recovery ability of the body and the extent of the damage.

In the course of the experiment, more than a dozen chemical agents were inadvertently knocked over and fused together.

Experimenters jokingly injected hundreds of mice.

The mixture of more than a dozen chemical agents caused great pain to hundreds of mice, whose bodies swelled and became larger, their teeth sharper, their claws sharper, and their strength increased many times over.

Under the painful tearing, only a dozen rats survived in the end.