By the time the meal was over, on the way back to the venue, Chen Miao and several other presidents of Linhai's top high schools had already had a hot fight, and the other students were also chatting happily, boasting to each other about the cattle of their own society (of course, they were also one of the people present), and chatting about the interesting gossip in the school.

The friendship between the middle school students is as simple as that, and a networking event to be held in a week has been finalized in their conversations.

It's just that the location is still up for debate.

Each party has its own little ninety-nine, and if the first friendship can be held in the school, to a certain extent, it is also a proof of the strength of their school.

Wen Wu is the first, although the five high schools here are the strongest in Linhai No. 1 Middle School in general, their strength cannot make the other four completely convinced and give up the position of the boss.

After all, foreign Chinese middle schools have the strongest financial resources, Duxing high schools have the strongest background, and the third and fifth high schools are biased towards strange talents.

Their confrontation lasted for a whole lunch break, and the winner was not finally decided.

By the time the afternoon class began, although they were harmonious and loving on the surface, the "passionate" chat hidden in private was still not over.

Don't worry, this is the first half day, as for the result, we will talk about it later.

When the teacher walked in through the door on the left, the five of them closed their voices at the same time, and then sat upright and began to listen.

The otaku teacher on the podium didn't seem to be preparing things very smoothly at noon, and without the courseware to protect his body, his class was stumbling and a little incoherent.

Not only did the students in the audience not understand, but even he himself didn't know what he was talking about.

Gradually, the teacher's authority was eroded by his lame performance, the whispers in the room turned into chatter, and there was already unbridled laughter in the back places.

In this atmosphere, the novice teacher was even more anxious, and his speed of speech became faster and faster, but the content was just a few sentences over and over again.

The students didn't take him seriously, and the more the teacher talked, the more chaotic it became.

Chen Miao couldn't hear what he was talking about anymore, and the students in the audience were even more presumptuous.

The ones in the front row were okay, but the students who were far away in the back had already started to make a fuss as if no one was around, regardless of the presence of the teacher.

This scene is very similar to the collective restlessness of the students in the class when the intern teacher can't control the scene in class.

This teacher is really miserable to be mixed up like this.

As long as he has the momentum of Mu Yun Yicheng, he will not be ignored like this by the students.

However, Chen Miao also understands that the one on the stage is just an author, not a professional teacher, and even he speculates that he is still a little afraid of society, so it is not surprising that he can't show up.

Looking around, Chen Miao found that the heads of several students who had just added friends did not react to this scene, they sat upright, and watched all this coldly with good personal performance.

It is true that their immovable energy did not disgrace their school, but in the current situation, it is not enough to just follow the classroom discipline.

Alas, a good student is a good student, and a good student who has not been beaten by society can only go so far at best.

It's also a bit hard to ask them to do better.

In the current situation, although it is also one of the options, it is definitely not the optimal one.

Compared with those standard good students, Chen Miao, who was abandoned by his parents first, was cheated by intermediaries, and entered the bureau three times, and his grades were similar to those of Fu An'an, who had an unbearable experience for a while, and obviously had more experience.

In the blink of an eye, he had already analyzed that this was a rare opportunity to perform, and he was going to step up.

Only after subduing them for this first friendship can they settle in their own high school and give Teacher Mu another breath of air!

The thought was racing, and the solution was already in my mind.

Chen Miao no longer sat upright, and her posture became more relaxed.

He propped his elbow on the table, propped his head on his fist and began to coax, shouting at the teacher on the stage, "Teacher, tell us about the book you wrote!"

There were some key high schools around, and although the whole audience was in chaos, they still listened attentively.

Chen Miao suddenly made such a play, it was simply an anomaly, and dozens of eyes focused on him at this moment.

Looking at his lazy appearance, Han Meimei of the Foreign Chinese Middle School was slightly dissatisfied, this kind of behavior was already a blatant destruction of classroom discipline.

No matter how noisy the people in the back row are, the students of Linhai No. 1 Middle School should not behave like this.

After Chen Miao yelled, the classroom fell silent.

Most of the students here are ordinary middle schools, and it is normal for teachers to become chaotic under classroom discipline, but they have never seen it before.

For a while, Chen Miao became the focus of the audience.

The teacher on the stage was also shouted out of the confused state just now by his voice, and ended his busy lecture, looking at Chen Miao even more confused.

However, as his state changed and he ended the forced lecture, his blank brain gradually began to consciously return.

I don't even know what I'm talking about!

Thinking of the performance just now, the teacher's face on the stage turned from a miserable white to a slight red, and gradually the redness deepened, and his whole face was as red as a monkey's buttocks.

Social Terrorism confirmed.

"Teacher, what book have you written?"

Chen Miao asked a new question, now the venue is quiet enough, but he doesn't need to shout out, this volume is really like sitting and chatting with the teacher.

"Me, my book is called "Passing by the World of Evil Gods", and my pen name is Wang Zai. The teacher was not angry, but answered Chen Miao's question seriously.

As Chen Miao expected, this book and pen name are really full of breath in the house style.

Although Chen Miao wanted to ask him if he preferred Wangzi small steamed buns or Wangzi milk, it was obvious that driving this car on this occasion would be low.

So Chen Miao suppressed her curiosity and continued to ask: "Teacher, you have been writing books for a few years, how did you start writing books?"

Someone deliberately guided, that is, to talk about the book, Wang Zai did not put the teacher's score, but answered Chen Miao's question.

This is all his own experience, and Wang Tsai chatted very easily.

How do you like online articles, and how do you embark on the path of the author, the confusion at the beginning, the accident of being bound for the first time, the surprise after being recommended by the Apocalypse system, and the sense of accomplishment after receiving the manuscript fee.

Originally, I was writing books, and my profession was storytelling, but I used to tell readers and now I told students.

The experience of how a novice author gained something on the road of online articles step by step was full of fun for him to tell.

Everyone's attention has also shifted to Wang Zai again.