Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 337 Only pay tribute to "Rural Teacher"! [4k, ask for monthly pass, ask for full booking! 】

September [-], Teacher's Day.

The annual Teacher's Day essay solicitation event is regarded as one of the more important events of the Writers Association.

The champion of the competition every year will also be promoted by the Writers Association through all channels, and it is not difficult to gain fame.

Early this morning,

Wang Cheng put on a custom-made suit and made a special look, rushed to the studio, and accepted the live interview on the channel of the Writers Association.

Talk about his experience in writing this article,

This move is also an opportunity for the champion to show his face.

at the same time.

All channels of the Writers Association also unite with local education committees to vigorously publicize Wangcheng's "Teacher-Teacher of the World" through the activities of Teacher's Day.

Inside the study.

Chairman of the Writers Association Zhao Baili drank lotus seed soup and looked at the newspaper in hand.

[Teacher's Day gift - Wang Cheng talks about what a teacher is! 】

"Teacher under heaven? A good article that sings praises."

Zhao Baili looked at the newspaper in his hand and smiled disdainfully.

"The Teacher's Day Essay Competition has changed, and it has become a stage for everyone to praise newcomers..."

Zhao Baili put down the bowl and spoon, and smacked his lips: "Then eating looks better, at least the article also talks about something in-depth."

Every year is the same old routine.

Nothing new.

Zhao Baili shook his head and said with a smile, "Forget it, I'm going to retire soon anyway, these things, let whoever cares about them."

The relationship network of the Writers Association is deeply rooted and intertwined, not to mention the promotion with all its strength, and in the light of Teacher's Day, it can be said that the good wind has sent me to the blue sky by virtue of its strength.

During the whole morning, in this special festival, when Weibo was full of hot topics about teachers, Wang Cheng was able to fight his way out.

Changcheng Twelve Elementary School.

A child's world is pure, ever since he received Li Xiang's autograph, joined Changcheng Twelve Small Panmen Branch, and swore in front of Li Xiang to protect Xiaotong.

Lu Ziye and the others really implemented this idea. They not only learned to escort Xiaotong back home, protected her from being bullied by others, but also brought the introverted Xiaotong around to play.

Panmen has also become the authentic Panmen through word of mouth of the brothers.

Many students have also joined this organization. In the eyes of Li Xiang or adults, the unnoticed corners belong to Doupa's Panmen, which are taking root and growing in the children's world.

"Elder Lu, this person seems to be the one who scolded the sword god?"

asked a short boy, watching a live interview broadcast on a big screen on campus.

Hearing the sound, Lu Ziye nodded heavily, and admonished the surrounding Panmen people:

"Show me clearly, this person is not a good person, but he is bad."

"Don't believe what he says."

"understood."

The children around nodded vigorously, and even looked up at Wang Cheng again with strong hostility.

Children are very innocent. In their world, everything is either black or white.

They only know that Li Xiang is a good guy, the boss of Panmen, and if Wang Cheng scolded Li Xiang, he is a bad guy, the bad guy of Panmen.

Under the sun, a group of stunned young people listened to Lu Ziye's story about his fateful encounter with the Patriarch of Panmen, Li Xiang.

Although Lu Ziye was young, he was not stage fright, and his eloquence was also good, which really made other children stunned.

"On that day, Nine Stars Lianzhu, I counted my fingers, and specially waited in the garden in the middle of the street. As for whom?"

Lu Ziye smiled mysteriously, and pretended to be profound and said: "I don't know, but I know, someone will definitely come."

"as predicted……"

In September, when the sun is shining, the last wave of autumn tigers makes the temperature even better than that of July and August.

The sun at one or two o'clock in the afternoon is the most poisonous time.

But even though they were sweating profusely, they did not dissuade their enthusiasm for inquiring.

"Elder Lu, is Panmen the Panmen that fights to break the sky?"

"Elder Lu, did the Sword God sign for you?"

"I'm so envious of the elder. I also want the signature of the sword god."

Lu Ziye waved his right hand, high-spirited: "I have the signature, but I didn't bring it today. I will show it to you tomorrow."

At this moment, Xiaotong came out from the school canteen, carrying a bag of ice cream and Coke, and shouted at Lu Ziye who was still farting:

"Lu Ziye, I bought a lot of ice cream, and I can't carry it anymore, please help me get it."

"Eh."

Hearing the sound, Lu Ziye was startled, got up immediately, trotted all the way to Xiaotong, and took the bag.

Xiaotong wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said to Lu Ziye, "You guys share these ice creams."

"okay."

Lu Ziye grinned and smiled foolishly.

A group of people sat around the corner of the playground, under the shade of a tree, eating ice cream, playing and playing.

"Jingle Bell."

The school bell rings.

With ice cream sticks in their mouths, they rushed back to the classroom like the wind.

teacher's office.

The grade director with thinning hair walked into the classroom, looked at the teachers and said:
"In the first class this afternoon, we will play Wang Cheng's interview recording first, and then we will focus on explaining his article."

"Director... I'm doing all these things again, I'm very nervous during class."

There was a bit of complaint in the words of an elderly Chinese teacher, and the others also agreed.

For teachers like them, they don't have any festive thoughts on Teacher's Day. They just want to do well in every class. As a result, teachers and teachers are mobilized every year.

It is no wonder that the teachers complain that they have to occupy the class hours that are not well-off.

"Is it useful to tell me?"

The director put his hands behind his back and said with a wry smile, "Aren't these all tasks from above?"

"Don't complain, I'll treat you tonight, let's have a big meal."

The director patted his beer belly proudly.

"alright."

The head teachers of each class began to pack up the lesson plans and went to class one after another.

……

……

In the afternoon, Li Xiang sent the "Country Teacher" written overnight to Li Yu.

[Li Xiang: Mr. Li, the fire is here. 】

[Li Yu: Good. 】

After Li Yu accepted the document, he opened it carefully and took a rough look. As he read more deeply, Li Yu's face became more solemn, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath and sent the document to the propaganda department of the Internet Literature Association.

[Li Yu: Go all out to promote! 】

With Li Yu's order, the major publicity channels of the Internet Literature Association were also fully operational.

Needless to say, WeChat official account, Weibo, and self-media channels, after receiving the news, Taishan also hastily launched a Teacher's Day event.

On Qihang's homepage, the page with the highest traffic on the entire website, countless readers will see——

[Sword God congratulates Teachers' Day!Brand new masterpiece - Rural Teacher! 】

Other websites also spontaneously promoted, for a while, such as locusts crossing the border.

Li Xiang!

Village teacher!

These two words rushed to the hot search in a short time.
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[What do I rely on?Sword God's new book?There is no movement! 】
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[Short story?Short stories are fine too, some are good to read! 】
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[Rural teacher?Wouldn't Dao Shen also organize official articles like the Teacher's Day essay competition?Then I really can't stand it. 】
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[It's over after watching, when has the sword god let people down? 】

The crowd flocked.

After Zhao Baili got the news, his expression was as usual, but a smile flashed in his eyes:
"I knew that Li Xiang would definitely make a move, but...it's very difficult to write this kind of article well."

Zhao Baili was right.

The teacher's day essay competition has been held for more than 20 years. No matter from what angle, some people have written articles praising teachers. If they want to write something new and want to hold Wangcheng down, then they really have to use some real skills.

"Idle is idle, let's see!"

With an attitude of watching a play, Zhao Baili walked into the study room, pulled out the chair, sat in front of the computer, logged on to the website, searched for rural teachers, and started reading.

【Rural Teacher】

[Foreword: Compared with my previous works, this novel has some changes, mainly because it is not so "hard", and the focus is on creating an artistic conception.

Don't be fooled by the beginning, it's not what you think it is.

I dare not say how high its standard is, but you will see the most bizarre and incredible artistic conception in the history of Chinese science fiction. 】

[In addition - only rural teachers pay high respects to all teachers, Happy Teacher's Day, you have worked hard! 】

"Sci-fi?"

"Sci-Fi!"

Zhao Baili immediately sat up straight with an extremely serious expression.

If you want to ask which category is the weakest in the Chinese literary world and lags behind other countries in the world, it is undoubtedly the category of science fiction.

Perhaps it is the romantic factor of the Chinese people, or it may be that this land lacks the soil of sci-fi genes, so that the classification of sci-fi has always been an eternal pain in the Chinese literary world.

The older generation is fine, at least the banner of Zhen Buping is still upholding, but what about the younger generation?

no one!
This is the end of the embarrassment!

How to talk about the rise of Chinese science fiction?

now……

Li Xiang!

Science fiction!

Zhao Baili couldn't help feeling hopeful.

I hope he can conquer himself with articles.

Raise the banner of China's science fiction youth.

He no longer had time to take care of Wang Cheng, or the battle between the Writers Association and Li Xiangna under the table, and all his thoughts were focused on this article.

【He knows that this last lesson will be taught in advance.

Another sharp pain came from his liver, almost making him faint.

He had no strength left to get out of bed, so he moved closer to the window by the bed with difficulty.

The moonlight reflected on the window paper, shining silver, making the small window look like a door leading to another world. Everything in that world must be shining silver, as if made of silver and snow that does not freeze people. into boxscapes.

He raised his head tremblingly and looked out through the hole in the window paper. The hallucination disappeared immediately, and he saw the village where he spent his whole life in the distance. 】

【…】

[When the children came, in addition to bringing their own bedding, each of them carried a bag of rice or noodles, and more than a dozen children cooked and ate at the big stove in the school.

When winter night falls, the children gather around the stove, watching the vegetable batter tumbling in the big iron pot, and the orange-red fire of the straw in the stove reflects on their faces...

This is the warmest picture he has ever seen in his life, and he will take this picture to another world. 】

Zhao Baili: "???"

Don't you mean science fiction?

This opening chapter...is not like that either!
"Li Xiang, Li Xiang. Don't mess it up."

This was the first thought that flashed through Zhao Baili's mind after watching Chapter 1.

He is not afraid of disputes between the two parties.

He was afraid even if he was afraid, Li Xiang gave him hope, and gave him despair again.

Science fiction... eh!

【"If there is no operation, how long will I have?"

The doctor stared at him blankly for a while, and then said, "It's about half a year." Seeing him let out a sigh of relief, he seemed to be greatly comforted.

At least this graduating class can be sent away.

He really couldn't afford the more than 2 yuan.

Although the wages of private teachers are very low, after working for so many years, they are alone and have no worries, so they can save some money.

It’s just that he spent all the money on the children. He can’t remember how many students he paid the tuition and miscellaneous fees on his behalf. The closest ones are Liu Baozhu and Guo Cuihua; You Xingxing, use your salary to buy some meat and lard back...

Anyway, up to now, all his money is only one-tenth of what he needs for the operation. 】

"It is undeniable that at least this article is worthy of the four words of rural teachers."

Zhao Baili sighed, but...but what kind of shit science fiction is this?
Sure enough, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Zhao Baili kept looking back.

Chapter 2!
Chapter 3!
Chapter 4!
Chapter...Chapter 5! ! !

When he saw Chapter 5, his eyes lit up.

[Fifty thousand light-years away from Earth, in the center of the Milky Way, an interstellar war that lasted 2 years is drawing to a close.

A square area gradually looms in the space there, as if a square opening has been cut out of the background of the brilliant stars. The side of this area is about [-] kilometers long, and the interior of the area is a kind of darkness that is darker than the surrounding space, making people Feel a void within a void.

From this black square, some entities began to emerge. They were of various shapes, all the size of the moon, and they were dazzling silver.There are more and more of these objects, forming a neat cubic matrix.

The silvery phalanx sailed majestically out of the black square, and the two constituted a mosaic hanging on the eternal wall of the universe. This picture was set against the square velvet of absolute black body, and was made of pure silver dazzling silver small The components are neatly inlaid. ,

This is like the solidification of a cosmic symphony.

Gradually, the black square dissolved into the starry sky, and the stars filled its place, and the silver square suspended majestically among the stars.

The interstellar fleet of the Carbon-based Federation of the Milky Way completed the first space-time transition of this cruise. 】

"Hiss, big scene!"

Zhao Baili hurried back to the table of contents, the rural teacher belonged to short stories, and there were only eleven chapters in total.

Can!
But Li Xiang's sci-fi concept was only revealed to readers in Chapter 5.

"How courageous." Zhao Baili smiled.

Teachers...extreme individuals, focused on - small!

Sci-fi... HTC scene, focus on - BIG!

A small lining a big!
A big support a small!
The two angles, which are so weird and far apart, have formed a short-lived harmony at this moment, in this novel.

The inexplicable flame in the depths of Zhao Baili's heart began to burn, and he was extremely excited. Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the study, at this moment, he was sweating profusely.

He faintly sensed that maybe...

Perhaps Li Xiang's rural teacher will bring a new trend to Chinese science fiction.

(End of this chapter)