Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Commissioner Li apologized to He Lan again.

Those who can descend the seal with literature can be called sages.

Mistaking him for a remnant of the Wu clan is truly an insult to him.

"I've already secured some subsidies for you, and although you haven't woken up yet, it should be a lot of help for you."

But that's not the end of the story.

Since it has been proved that He Lan can use the text to lower the seal, the academy should soon send a special team to test whether he has awakened.

"After all, even if you don't give you preferential treatment, I'm afraid those mentors will not be able to hold back and run over to poach people in advance."

"They probably started a fight in order to rob you." Chi Lao couldn't help but laugh, "You don't have to worry about your awakening, those crazy people have strange methods, even if they are a pig, they can teach Xi and Gu Seal, and force them to awaken." ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

He Lan reluctantly clenched his fists.

Then everyone said goodbye.

Commissioner Li logged in to He Lan's information and promised to apply for a subsidy for him as soon as possible.

Chi Lao hurriedly wrote down He Lan's poem and sent it to his granddaughter.

"There will be a performance tomorrow night, and then I will arrange a family banquet for Xiaoyou, and I ask He Lan Xiaoyou not to refuse."

"The poem you wrote is estimated to amaze the four people."

He Lan agreed to the banquet.

After all, Chi Lao pulled him back from the line of life and death today, and this bit of face still has to be given.

With a stroke of the pen, the old leader promised to give additional outstanding teacher qualifications and bonuses to No. 2 Middle School this year; And the No. 2 Middle School is regarded as a model of education and commended in the city.

Principal Liu immediately slapped the board with a red face, and gave priority to the places of outstanding teachers to He Lan's teachers of various subjects.

Even the PE teacher has a part.

"I also relied on you to get the Tao, and the chicken dog ascended to heaven." Teacher Cui couldn't help but laugh.

…………

After walking out of the academic affairs building, He Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, my legs were a little weak.

Seeing that there was no one around, he quietly let go of his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a pure black seal character loomed, and there was a faint burning pain.

It's exactly the ancient seal I saw yesterday!

It turned out that he was really the so-called "remnant of the witch clan".

When the shadow cat came just now, he realized that something was wrong.

The seal in the palm of his hand was almost about to erupt in an instant!

If it weren't for the rapid recitation of poetry by himself and the hasty cover up of the past, I am afraid that it would have leaked by now.

What to do?

He sighed slightly, only to feel a little tightness in his scalp.

I'm afraid this matter has just begun.

Commissioner Li said that in the near future, the college will send a tutor over to conduct a detailed awakening.

When the time comes, I am afraid that he will be investigated inside and out.

Can you hide it at that time?

The sun is just right outside the window at the moment, He Lan looks at the scene full of spring, but he always feels that he is worried.

No, you must get out of this ghost world before things get worse!

I want to go back!

He Lan remembered the female voice who warned him-

As long as she can hide this time, she will contact herself.

How did she know all this?

He Lan frowned and looked at the calm campus.

Maybe...... She's in school right now, and even by her own side!

Be sure to find her!

As he was talking, the mobile phone in He Lan's pocket rang.

It was actually a message from Liu Qingxu.

"What are you doing?"

[Emoji: Confused Cat]

"The assignment is about to be announced, aren't you in a hurry?"

Everyone was nervously waiting for the news of the shift, only this girl secretly took out her mobile phone to chat with herself.

He Lan's heart moved-she wanted to confess before.

Could it be that she really has a crush on "me"?

The three major illusions of life......

He was thinking about it, and didn't reply for a moment.

The other party nervously added a few lines.

"Haha, you probably don't care about these things now, do you?"

"Are you awake?"

"Don't think I'm troublesome, Zhang Yue asked me to ask."

The more He Lan looked at it, the more strange he became.

This set of fatal serial questions-

Is this Nizi really interesting to herself?

…………

Liu Qingxu was observing the Chinese teacher's gaze while nervously looking at her mobile phone.

Why hasn't he returned?

Don't you want to ignore me?

She bit her lip and typed a few lines of reply, only to fade away.

Ahhh

It's so tangled!

At this moment, He Lan replied.

"I'm sorry, I just saw that. I just asked for leave from my old class. ”

"Take a look at the class split. I wish we were still in the same class. ”

He replied!

In just a few replies, Liu Qingxu's eyes lit up, and he almost made a mistake in typing.

"Uh-huh, then you're busy."

"I'll tell you the results later!"

Her table mates looked at her with some excitement and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

What is this guy doing?

Falling in love?

…………

He Lan didn't care about these trivial matters.

He asked the head teacher for leave and returned to his home.

You have to understand what kind of living environment you have, right?

As a result, after pushing the door, He Lan was shocked.

So poor......

Really poor.

Although He Lan has already made some preparations for being an orphan.

But when I saw my residence, I couldn't help but sweat.

Deep in the alleys of the urban village, the old building is a dilapidated and cramped room.

There were only two pairs of shoes to be washed, and there was hardly any clothing on the drying rack other than a few sets of school uniforms that were commonly worn.

A few coats, on closer inspection, are still imitation bargains.

Fortunately, everyone usually wears school uniforms.

It's a fig leaf, barely maintaining his slender self-esteem.

To put it mildly.

His host, except for his shockingly handsome face, is nothing else.

However, after careful inspection, He Lan still made a new discovery.

That's his diary!

Perhaps, there are some clues in this?

He Lan hurriedly opened the diary and began to check.

"On December 12th, I sent my submitted poems to the Poetry Federation, hoping to participate in the New Poetry Competition."

"If I can sign up successfully, I will be able to become famous!"

"If you don't become famous when you're young, there will only be fewer and fewer opportunities in the future."

"Moreover, the college entrance examination can also add points."

New Poetry Contest?

He Lan frowned, and then recalled that there was indeed such a thing.

In the history of this world, seal scripts have long occupied a significant position.

And the direct result is that the text is respected, and poetry and articles have almost become a long-lasting entertainment.

He Lan recalled, a bit like the eighties in his previous life.

Everyone is eager to become a literary youth and publish a few articles in the newspaper.

Secretly write poems, copy poems.

It's just that in this world, the cultural industry is much more mature.

And the most eye-catching prosperity is the poetry competition and the new poetry competition!

It's kind of like a star draft in my own world.

Excellent poems can not only sell well.

After being adapted into a song, it can be sung all over the country.

As long as you can make a poem, the copyright fee contained in it, and the stage play creation after learning, is an unimaginable income!

It can be said that as long as there is talent, there is never a shortage of honor and money.

He Lan's heart moved.

My own host,It's still quite an idea.。

He found the poems he had written before, opened the book and read a few seriously.

Burst......

Bullshit!

There is also a small line below -

"I really want to be able to write articles and publish books for some money."

The corners of He Lan's mouth twitched slightly.

This kid, what to say.

You're thinking about fart!

Writing an article is a dead end!

He Lan threw these notebooks into the trash can and continued to pack his things.

He had no plans to participate in the New Poetry Contest.

After all, he didn't write those poems.

He just wanted to keep a low profile, find out about his awakening unobtrusively, and it was best to get out of this damn world as soon as possible.

But at this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

Liu Qingxu, this Nizi actually called directly?

He Lan hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up.

The girl's voice was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"He Lan, look at the headlines!"

"The poem you wrote was copied!"