There are two days left to accompany the reading.

Yang Fan didn't intend to waste these two days, he wanted to find true purity in these two days.

So, he went to a nearby bookstore and bought a set of mock questions and textbooks for the college entrance examination, preparing to spend the last two days to understand the true purity from the perspective of students.

His behavior made Lan and Lin Wanting very incomprehensible. Not only because they felt that Yang Fan's accompanying behavior was meaningless, but even wasted three precious days of preparation time.

What's more, they feel that Yang Fan's approach can't help the book at all.

Online novels, compared to what they want to show inside, the outer veil is actually more attractive to readers... The exaggerated plot and exaggerated brain holes are the true meaning of the online article!

However, their incomprehension could not hinder Yang Fan's footsteps in wanting to find the answer to writing.

After all, compared to this pompous society, a world without a bottom line, writing needs more precipitation.

On the second day of the study, Yang Fan walked into the school's top class with a schoolbag full of textbooks and tutorial books, just like in high school.

Compared with yesterday, there are many more students in the top class who choose to study in the school than in the regular class.

More than 20 students in this class came to the school, and there were a few more teachers to accompany them than yesterday.

Yang Fan sat in the last row a little apprehensively.

He opened his newly purchased textbook and looked at the students around him.

I have to say that the top students are worthy of being top students, and they have been learning very efficiently since they came to the classroom to do a good job.

And the expressions on their faces were very focused, as if there was no room for anything other than the study materials on the table.

Yang Fan quickly integrated into this focused environment.

The moment he integrated into this environment, he instantly understood a lot.

I understand why so many parents want to send their children to the top class of a good school, and I also understand the reason why the top students in the top class can be called top students.

In this wonderful atmosphere, the next morning of the accompanying reading passed.

Yang Fan hadn't felt a sense of fulfillment in his studies for a long time, when he was about to go to the cafeteria to eat with these top students.

A man appeared in front of him, and that person was none other than his former homeroom teacher.

He invited Yang Fan to eat in the cafeteria, Yang Fan looked at the teacher who had scared him, and he agreed with a smile.

The lunch was invited by the head teacher, and it was not very expensive, adding up to dozens of yuan. However, it is also the best stir-fry in the school cafeteria.

This free lunch made Yang Fan feel embarrassed.

"I remember, when you were in high school, there was an essay called My Ideal, and in that essay you said that you wanted to be a writer in the future. In order to warm up the scene, the head teacher took the initiative to talk about Yang Fan before.

"I still remember that at that time, your essays made many teachers, including me, find it funny. Because at that time, you were basically in the bottom three. At that time, we were sure that you would be in the future. ”

"But, you ended up being a writer. The teacher wants to ask, what made you a writer?"

The head teacher's words made Yang Fan vaguely remember that he had indeed written such an essay before, and also made him vaguely remember that when he read the composition in front of the whole class, not only the teacher laughed again, but the classmates also laughed at him and had an unrealistic dream.

"Because I was looked down upon by everyone at that time, I wanted to set up a career goal that would impress everyone to save my fragile self-esteem. Today's Yang Fan, in the face of this former teacher, he will no longer use any hypocritical excuses to hide his emotions at that time, he bluntly said what he thought back then.

His answer shocked the head teacher so much that the water he had just drunk squirted out.

"Ahem... Cough... Yang Fan... Are you telling the truth?"

"Hmm... It's true. Yang Fan lowered his head and continued: "Actually, at that time, although I was always looked down upon by others, and I often pretended to be indifferent on the surface, I actually cared more about the eyes of others than anyone else. ”

"I'm sorry..."The head teacher finally said the apology that he had not said because of the loss of face.

"Nothing to apologize for. Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the head teacher and smiled.

"On the contrary, I want to thank you, because, at that time, although I was ridiculed by you for dreaming unrealistic dreams, even your ridiculous smile made me, who had been unknown, the focus of attention for the first time. It also makes me feel that I still have a talent for writing. ”

After saying this, Yang Fan finally understood the original intention of the so-called writing, and what he wanted to show the soul of the audience in his book.

Yang Fan deliberately skipped the topic of sad memories back then, and he took the initiative to ask the head teacher if there were any deficiencies in reading his novel from the reader's point of view.

The head teacher thought about it carefully, and from the perspective of a teacher who has been in the industry for decades, he narrated his unreasonable opinion about the protagonist's desire to save every student.

Moreover, from the perspective of a reader who only accepts traditional literature, he criticizes Yang Fan's writing and the inadequacy of writing details.

Yang Fan humbly accepted all this criticism, and decided to change his rough way of writing in the next competition.

Lunch time ended in a hurry with these questions and answers.

Yang Fan, who returned to the classroom, summed up everything he felt today, and also sketched the soul of the novel in his notebook.

Perhaps, because of the quiet, harmonious and familiar atmosphere around him, Yang Fan vaguely returned to the time when he was in his third year of high school and faced the college entrance examination.

During that time, I actually wanted to work hard to get into a good university to turn my life around. But in the face of temptation and because of the lack of perseverance, I find all kinds of excuses to indulge myself.

However, no matter how indulgent I am, no matter how much temptation I face, I still insist on writing something every day, and I still dream of being a writer.

Perhaps, because I like it, I want to be a writer.

It's just that the purest liking at the beginning was slowly distorted by too many desires when I grew up.

Today's accompanying reading, in Yang Fan's writing, painting, and painting, was spent in a hurry.

At the end of today's accompaniment, a red-faced honor girl stepped forward nervously and asked Yang Fan for an autograph.

She was a loyal reader of The Teacher Invincible System, and the book became her pillar during this busy and hurried senior year of high school.

Yang Fan looked at the girl in surprise, looking at the girl's increasingly shy face, he smiled and signed his name and wrote a few words of blessing in the girl's homework book.

"What is your dream?" Yang Fan asked yesterday's question again.

"My dream is to be a writer. The girl said in a voice the size of a mosquito.

"Then you must stick to your dream of becoming a writer. Because your starting point is much, much higher than I was at the beginning..."