On Monday morning, students walked to the classroom in groups of threes and laughs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Among them, there is Qian Hao.

He and Wang Jing walked side by side, but they were mentally tired and didn't say a word, just listened to each other's words.

"I'm Nima, what do you mean?"

Wang Jing's mouth was dry, and seeing that Qian Hao was indifferent, he couldn't help but become restless.

"Then what Zhang Xiaoqing, I attacked you early in the morning. You're good, I'll give you a shout, but you don't react at all. ”

At this time, the situation has not been reversed, and it is no wonder that Wang Jing is so violent.

However, when he arrived in the classroom, he had a stunned expression on his face. The unpleasant color is gone.

"Mouse, mouse, why do you really have such a mouth?"

He turned his head to look at Qian Hao, his eyes full of incredulity. This guy used to be great, but this time it's too ......

He couldn't imagine it, he just felt that this was still his roommate?

However, he was rough and returned to normal after a few seconds. Not only that, he shook Qian Hao, who was sleeping with his head down, and said with a big grin: "You girl, you haven't woken up yet, the teachers are here." ”

"Go, the teacher will come over and say?"

He came back late for last night's party and fell asleep after two o'clock.

Let's ask, can he not be sleepy today?

It was almost time to sleep for a lesson, he yawned and woke up leisurely.

"Okay, it's just a mouthful of right and wrong, it's not interesting."

The implication is that no matter how noisy it is online, that's it. This is true, if no one targets it, netizens will talk about it.

At most, it's only three months.

After all, what he did was not a matter of anger. In addition, he has fans and supporters, so it is not a big deal at all.

Otherwise, how could he be so calm?

This calmness was quickly shattered after he took Wang Jing's mobile phone.

At first, he took it and teased Wang Jing, "Old Wang, Mount Tai collapsed in front of you, don't change your face ......"

As soon as the voice fell, his teasing expression froze.

Wang Jing saw it and pouted, "Mount Tai collapsed in front of you, don't change your face." ”

“……”

Qian Hao smiled awkwardly, coughed twice, and looked at the message on his mobile phone seriously.

Regarding Zhang Xiaoqing, a series of things, he read them all in general. He was surprised by this naturally, but Dongdao's Weibo.

Dongdao posted two Weibo posts, one praising Qian Hao, and the other also praising Qian Hao.

The difference is that the former one is his own praise of Qian Hao, and the latter is someone else.

It was these other people who really surprised Qian Hao.

"What do you mean, your reputation is already so big?"

As he watched, he thought wildly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smug smile.

Famous at home and abroad.

When did he have such a reputation?

Wang Jing caught a glimpse of it, and couldn't help pouting, "Yo, I've become an international celebrity." ”

These words, mixed with jealousy and ridicule, suddenly made Qian Hao sober up. What about the fame at home and abroad, it's just the shadow of the predecessors.

Himself, still the same little person.

Well, little people.

He smiled indifferently, not disappointed, nor ashamed. Whether it is a small person or a big person, after all, they can't escape the fate of a handful of loess.

Life is just as good as it gets.

After all, he was still a layman, and after the sage time, he was once again secretly complacent.

His fame spread abroad, but he still didn't go international. Otherwise, wouldn't his fame be greater?

It turned out that Dongdao's second Weibo was about the evaluation of Qian Hao's modern poetry by international poets.

There are many international poets who have been evaluated, and most of them are famous. Among them, French poets are the majority.

The reason why this is so is probably because of "The Last Lesson".

The evaluation of international poets really shocked many people. Because the development of modern Chinese poetry has not been very good, and there are not many international recognition.

It is precisely for this reason that this ordinary Weibo has surprised modern poets.

They are honored.

Ordinary netizens are too, proud of it, as if they have been praised.

Zhang Xiaoqing's face turned pale with anger, and she said that Qian Hao was like that, so many slaps came over.

How could she not be angry?

But there was no way, in front of so many authoritative figures, she was powerless to refute at all. If she forcibly refutes it, it will end up as a joke.

"Qian Hao, you wait for ......" Under the resentment, she gritted her teeth and spit out five words heavily.

But before she said five words, she found Qian Haoite herself.

At this time, Aite, is there a good thing?

She knew it, too, but she still nodded away with a calm face. She wants to see what Qian Hao has to say.

Laugh at her, humiliate her?

If these two points are true, she is still mentally prepared. But on the contrary, Qian Hao did not ridicule or humiliate.

Qian Hao just said lightly: "It's better to compare romances, or youth novels." ”

The implication is that he doesn't care about Zhang Xiaoqing's other remarks at all.

Such words seem to be humiliating, but they are extremely humiliating for Zhang Xiaoqing. In an instant, her face became extremely ugly.

Her round, thin fingers, like shallots, were blue as they clung to the mouse.

"Okay, okay, Qian Hao, you wait for me."

Zhang Xiaoqing's anger, Qian Hao didn't know. He didn't bother to know that he didn't care about today's class, let alone anyone's anger.

All day today, he was thinking about novels.

At first, he thought of romance novels. However, he doesn't like romance novels, and he doesn't remember those famous novels in his previous life.

This, what to do?

For a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and a thin layer of fine sweat formed on his forehead. If he didn't have a work, he wouldn't be a joke?

Fortunately, after thinking and meditating, he thought of a novel - Why Sheng Xiaomo.

This one, he was very idle in his previous life, and he flipped through it boringly, and most of them remembered. Some that he doesn't remember, he can also make up.

However, when he thought about it, his heart was cold.

This best-selling book can't compare to Zhang Xiaoqing's work at all. If he takes it out, he still can't escape the fate of the joke......

Now, he really feels like it's a dog.

Could it be that this is pride and complacency, and the enemy and I don't know it, so I just meow a war letter!

At this moment, he felt the urge to cry.

But a few minutes later, he suddenly had an idea, and said secretly: "Romance, romance, it's been like that since ancient times, can't you write about the romance of the ancients?" ”

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually brightened. Then he fell into deep thought, and looked at the works that had the smoke in his mind again.

Not to mention, he really found a lot of romance from the ancients. Some of them are quite classic, and they have become the top ten classical novels.

With a sigh of relief, he finally smiled. But the next moment, he was distressed again, because he didn't know which one to choose.

Every single one doesn't seem to be bad? (To be continued.) )