"Principal Lin, I was personally hired by the Board of Trustees of Poerr from America, and I have the right to expel this student. Yes, expulsion, kickout! In the principal's room, Alan roared loudly.

Principal Lin wore thick-rimmed glasses and touched his bald head, and was confused by the other party's sudden actions. He beckoned Alan to sit down, and then asked slowly, "Miskin, what the hell is going on?" Who are you going to fire? ”

"Who? I forgot to ask about his name. Oh, that's a stranger. Alan said.

A new classmate, and I am in the second class of the third year. Principal Lin suddenly remembered the student who came to report yesterday with a plaster cast, and suddenly had a headache, which was inserted by his friend's trust, and he didn't know how to offend the teacher on the first day of class.

"What did he do?" Principal Lin asked.

"He's a blasphemy, blasphemy! He actually wrote something about Shennong in my Bible class, which is blasphemy against God. Then Alan began to babble on and on about what had happened.

Principal Lin was dizzy when he heard this, and he was doing it for a long time, and he scolded this fake foreign devil in his heart. Seeing that Alan was still arguing, he had to run to close the window and slowly persuade him.

……

Wang Zijun has experienced so much in his previous life, and he has seen many things lightly, so he naturally will not be angry because of the inexplicability of a fake foreign devil.

After leaving the classroom, Wang Zijun wandered around the campus alone, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the teacher Allen entering the principal's office. I only heard a roar inside, and the Chinese with a Hokkien accent was mixed with English, and even American slang, speaking quickly and quickly, Wang Zijun was stunned and didn't understand a word.

Wang Zijun didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the voice was too loud.

By the time he looked over, the headmaster had closed the door and the curtains closed.

What doors and windows are closed when two big men are in the same room, what kind of foundation is it, Wang Zijun thought coldly.

After turning around for most of the day, Wang Zijun didn't return to the classroom until after school, but found that there was a large group of people around his seat.

"Our great writer is back!" Only one voice shouted.

Before Wang Zijun could react, he saw that the group of people were all rushing towards him, and a black and thin man with glasses at the front stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Hello Zijun, I am Zhao Xi, the class president, and you are welcome to join the second class of the third year." ”

"Hello, Wang Zijun." Wang Zijun had to stretch out his hand and introduce himself again.

"Hello, my name is Fang Nan."

"Hello, my name is Wenying."

"Hello ......"

Stretching out his hand one by one, the scene was chaotic, but fortunately, he had been a star for a few years in his previous life, which was a common occurrence. Wang Zijun shook hands with these people one by one with a smile and unhurriedly, but sighed in his heart: The students of this era are so simple.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Sun Xibi raised his chubby hands and said loudly, "I propose that everyone go to have a meal together, which can be regarded as picking up the wind for Zijun, and I will pay for the meal." ”

"Good! I'm going! Some students clamored, while many chose to go home.

Wang Zijun glanced at Sun Xibi, thinking that this fat man's family was at least a wealthy businessman, otherwise how could he be so generous. But since the family has money, why would they choose to study in such a lesser-known church school?

There were twelve people who went to eat together, eight men and four women.

The fat man called four taxis and pulled them directly to the best restaurant nearby.

Wang Zijun sat next to Sun Xibi, this guy's ass was two ordinary people, squeezing him to the side fiercely, and next to the girl on the other side.

Wang Zijun recognized the girl as the one sitting in the back seat of him, it seemed to be the surname Wen, but he couldn't remember the name.

The girl was very weak, holding a torn manuscript in her hand, her schoolbag was pillow on her lap, she looked very shy, and her face was as red as an apple. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Wang Zijun saw that she was a little embarrassed, so he could only break the atmosphere, pointed to the spliced manuscript and said, "Thank you for helping me spell it out, otherwise it will take time to rewrite." ”

"It's not me, everyone glued together." The girl said, holding the manuscript in her hand.

Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Then please help me convey my gratitude to everyone." ”

Sun Xibi suddenly interjected: "Hey, I said Zijun, you are hiding so deeply." Yesterday, he pretended not to know "The Legend of Desert Heroes", but he secretly wrote a novel and laughed at me? ”

You go to the 21st century to catch ten people, and nine and a half haven't heard of "The Legend of Desert Heroes"!

Wang Zijun resisted the urge to roll his eyes, made a begging for mercy, and arched: "The good man is angry, the good man spares his life, Xiaosheng doesn't dare!" ”

The girl next to her was amused by Wang Zijun's actions, but she heard Sun Xibi say: "Count you as acquaintances, Wenying, we'll get this guy drunk in a while." ”

"Okay, I've heard that literati like to drink." Without the strangeness and embarrassment of the original, the girl also became talkative and began to talk about Taiwan.

Wen Ying said the most about Qiong Yao, and as soon as she said it, she gushed endlessly, and Wang Zijun had to nod in agreement.

"Qiong Yao's work is my favorite "Outside the Window", what about you?" Wen Ying asked Wang Zijun with big watery eyes.

"Uh," Wang Zijun didn't know which of Qiong Yao's books had come out now, and he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so he had to stop his mouth and say, "I haven't read Qiong Yao's novels." ”

"Why haven't you read Qiong Yao's book? How many people in Taiwan who read novels now haven't read her books? Moon Young's face was full of surprise, as if she had seen an alien.

Wang Zijun touched his forehead in embarrassment, and was really speechless when he was despised by a little girl.

"The main thing is that I'm not interested in romance novels." Wang Zijun explained.

Wen Ying looked sorry when she heard this, and said pityingly: "It's your loss not to read Qiong Yao's book, there are many plots in it that move me to tears." ”

Wang Zijun had to say that he would definitely read Qiong Yao's masterpiece in the future, and the girl gave up satisfied.

Wang Zijun also knows a little about Qiong Yao, mainly when he was an actor in his previous life, he acted in a Qiong Yao play, and by the way, he learned about Qiong Yao, a writer. The general impression is: this person's early penmanship is immature and full of true feelings; Medium-term maturity and the pursuit of breakthroughs; The later stage is successful but over-commercialized.

However, Wang Zijun didn't dare to say bad things about Qiong Yao, at this time, her fans were all over the ground, and she was careful to be sprayed to death when she said bad things.

The people who really dare to say bad things about Qiong Yao in front of the public, I'm afraid that in addition to Li Ao and others, the only one is Yishu in Hong Kong. There is a saying that "Taiwan has Qiong Yao, Hong Kong has Yishu", but when Yishu was asked by a reporter about his impression of Qiong Yao, he replied disdainfully: This person (Qiong Yao) doesn't mention it.

Yishu's implication is that he looks down on Qiong Yao. Both of them wrote romance novels, but Qiong Yao's love was written for Xiao Loli and her mother, while Yishu's love was for adult readers.

The most interesting thing is that the life experiences of these two popular female writers are strikingly similar. Both of them dare to love and hate, one gave birth to a child in his teens, and the other eloped with a teacher in high school; If you count the engagement, the two of them are three knots and three divorces, and they finally settle down.

Since she wants to develop in Taiwan, Qiong Yao is a person who has to deal with her. Wang Zijun made up his mind when he would meet her.

……

Open a new book today, 15,000 words, and come back tomorrow.

I will continue to write "The Divine Master", but the book is too cheating, the collection subscription is 100:1, three months of hard work, and the manuscript fee plus a reward of 500 yuan (by the way, I scolded the telecom, and the network was cut off for two consecutive days, so that Lao Tzu's full attendance award was gone), not that I didn't insist, but that the economic conditions didn't allow it.