I'm not a big star

Chapter 166 Teacher Zhao's Request

(PS: there is another chapter)
When Chu Qing was in high school, her grades were average.

At least her grades were not good in her first year of high school and her second year of high school. She belonged to the kind of low-level scumbag with no potential and basically no hope for undergraduates. Moreover, Chu Qing remembered that she was very low-key when she was in school and basically did not cause trouble. Not receiving an award, sitting firmly in the rear of the third row, being honest and unremarkable, is the type of person that teachers and classmates pay attention to.

Where do these come from?It stems from a feeling of inferiority. After all, there is no money at home, so I can’t buy this or that like other students. Even the mobile phone is a second-hand mobile phone that I squeezed out to buy after I went to college...

Because of being poor, I naturally lack a kind of self-confidence. I feel that I am inferior to others in everything, and I am even more afraid of dealing with others, for fear that others will look down on me...

Psychologically speaking, this is a means of self-protection.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Chu Qing hadn't suddenly exploded in the year of high school graduation and had taken the college entrance examination and was praised by the class teacher, the students would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in the class.

"Huh? Who is Chu Qing?"

"Um, is that him?"

Chu Qing remembered that when the teacher praised her, there were whispers of classmates talking next to her.

"..."

Well, this sense of presence is really too low.

I have been a classmate for several years and still don't know myself...

Tai County No. [-] Middle School is the junior middle school where my little cousin is studying. Chu Qing originally thought that the teacher she was looking for was in Tai County No. [-] Middle School, but she did not expect that it was not in Tai County No. [-] Middle School, but in a small cafe next to No. [-] Middle School. Inside.

The little cousin told himself on the phone that this teacher is very strange, he looks different from other teachers, if not all the teachers in No. [-] Middle School knew him and confirmed his identity, the little cousin would doubt whether this person is a real high school teacher up.

Chu Qing was surprised.

It stands to reason that a person like myself should have nothing to do with a teacher in high school. Why is this teacher looking for me?
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"Ms. Zhao?" Chu Qing walked into the cafe with a strange mood, and walked up to the box on the second floor. After walking into the second staircase, she saw a middle-aged man who was about 40 years old and wearing glasses. Leng.

This person is Zhao Qingsong, who was Chu Qing's Chinese teacher in high school. In Chu Qing's impression, Zhao Qingsong is a very talented teacher. At least the Chinese lessons taught in class are very humorous and fascinating.

However, a few years have passed, and Zhao Qingsong seems to have aged a lot, with a few more white hairs on his head, and his face looks a bit weather-beaten and haggard. It can be seen that he should have had a rough time in the past few years. how good.

"Ah, Qingzi is here, hurry up and sit down..." Zhao Qingsong, who had been sitting comfortably in his seat, saw Chu Qing approaching, and his haggard face became a little more energetic. He stood up quickly and rubbed his hands. With a very enthusiastic and flattering smile on his hand, he hurried over and bent his body to help Chu Qing pull the chair.

"Uh... Teacher Zhao, what are you doing..." Chu Qing was stunned when she saw Zhao Qingsong's almost humble gesture.

He was indeed stunned...

It seems that it is difficult to connect the man with a little stubble between his chins and the teacher who is talking, laughing and energetic in his memory.

Like two people.

It hasn't been five years, how can a person become like this?
What the hell is going on?

"Qingzi, don't... you sit down first, hehe, waiter, have a cup of coffee, Qingzi, do you want to add sugar, if you want to add sugar, I will add..." Zhao Qingsong was very enthusiastic, his voice always carried a trace of The flattery and humbleness, even a little bit of fear and uneasiness.

"Ms. Zhao...you don't have to do this, what's wrong with you?" Chu Qing was a little disturbed by Zhao Qingsong's attitude.

"Qingzi, sit down first, let me hang up your clothes and hats for you first?"

"Ms. Zhao, don't, don't be busy. Can you tell me what happened? Teacher Zhao, sit down first. If you don't sit down, I won't sit down." Chu Qing took a step back and looked at Zhao green pine.

He really couldn't understand Zhao Qingsong's attitude.

"Okay, I'll sit, um..." Zhao Qingsong dodged his eyes, always carrying a trace of uneasiness.

When the two cups of coffee were served, Chu Qing and Zhao Qingsong sat down at the same time. When the waiter left, Zhao Qingsong specifically told the waiter to close the door, and if necessary, he would ring the hand bell at the corner of the table.

"Ms. Zhao, there is no one else here now, so you can talk about anything." Chu Qing took off her sunglasses, put her hat on the shelf next to her and looked at Zhao Qingsong's.

"Qingzi, I don't know what you think of the novel "Those Flowers, Those Things" recently? There are rumors on the Internet that you wrote it."

"This novel?" Chu Qing was a little puzzled. "Although this book is very good, I didn't write it. The things spread on the Internet are all rumors. I have never written this book."

Chu Qing naturally denied it, what he wrote is what he wrote, and if he didn't write it, he didn't write it himself.

"Oh, oh, oh."

After Zhao Qingsong heard this sentence, the tension in his whole body seemed to be inexplicably less, but then his spirit became slightly tense...

"Ms. Zhao, what's wrong with you? In my impression, you have never been such a person. If you have anything to say, just say it." Chu Qing noticed every slight change on Zhao Qingsong's face... …

"Qingzi, I wrote that book." Zhao Qingsong took a deep breath and finally said to Chu Qing as if he had made up his mind.

"Mr. Zhao, did you write it?" Chu Qing was a little surprised when he heard Zhao Qingsong's words, but then he was relieved.

The style revealed between the lines in that book is indeed somewhat similar to Zhao Qingsong.

"Well, I wrote it, when you were in high school." Zhao Qingsong added, "I only found out that this book became popular on the Internet a few years ago, and even the publishing house called me." ..."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, do you want me to help you clarify on the Internet? It's okay, I thought it was something, I will post a Weibo to clarify now, oh, yes, let me take a photo... ..." Chu Qing laughed.

"No, that's not what I mean, what I mean is that the author of this book can be you, as long as this book can be made into a movie..." Zhao Qingsong took a deep breath, "I heard that someone is asking about this book I hope you can sell it in your name... and with your current resources and ability, make this book as soon as possible..."

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, he heaved a long sigh of relief, but Chu Qing felt a trace of powerlessness in his voice.

Chu Qing suddenly fell silent.

"Ms. Zhao, there was hype about this book on the Internet a few days ago, but you know about it?" Chu Qing looked at Zhao Qingsong.

"Well, a friend of my publishing house called me and said that this book can be exchanged for a second spring with this opportunity, maybe the copyright can be sold and it will be a big hit. This book took me several years of hard work. , I thought it was well written, but unfortunately, I was unknown in the publishing industry. It is impossible for the same book to emit the same light in the hands of a celebrity and in the hands of an ordinary person. Therefore, when it was hyped, I My friend used some tricks, I hope you won't be angry..." Zhao Qingsong closed his eyes.

"If you are the author of this book, are you afraid that the copyright will not be sold?" Chu Qing suddenly asked Zhao Qingsong.

"Yes." Zhao Qingsong nodded.

"Ms. Zhao, in my impression, you have always been a talented and confident person, but when I saw you today, I suddenly felt completely different. Mr. Zhao, what have you been through these years?"

"Qingzi... I'm divorced."

"divorce?"

"Well, yes, my wife found a rich man and officially divorced me within a few months of my book being published."

"Because of the money?" Chu Qing thought of Teacher Zhao's wife.

That half-aged mistress who likes to dress up very much and looks a little enchanting...

When she was a student, Chu Qing felt that these two people were not harmonious.

The two are not worthy.

"Well, I can't give you the life she wants to pursue." Zhao Qingsong sighed, "A few days ago, I issued a resignation report."

"What? Resignation report?"

"Well, I figured it out. Maybe I should change my career. Every time I go to school, I will think of the time when I met her. We used to be classmates in high school, and she was the original form in my novel... For a few years, I thought I could let it go, but now I find that I can't help it, when I see those students, I think of the good times during that time, hey..."

"What do you want to do next after resigning?"

"Next, if the copyright of this book is sold in your name, I want to stay with the crew... I want to make this movie well and give my youth an explanation." Zhao Qingsong's eyes flashed A little hope.

Chu Qing was silent for a while, then stood up and shook her head.

"The copyright of this book belongs to you, and the original author will only be you and not someone else."

"You...Qingzi, won't you help me?" The most tragic thing in life is when you clearly see hope, but then suddenly the broken hope turns into despair.

Zhao Qingsong's face turned slightly pale after seeing Chu Qing's refusal expression.

This book carries too much of his hopes and painstaking efforts.

If this opportunity is not grasped, then will there be another opportunity next time?

He even quit his job for this book...

"No, Mr. Zhao, you have misunderstood. I will clarify online that the author of this book is you and not me. Don't worry about the copyright issue. I opened a media company. If the copyright cannot be sold, I will buy it and will Invested in making this film."

"Eh?" Zhao Qingsong was taken aback when he heard this.

"Mr. Zhao, anyway, you don't know what to do for a while after resigning, why don't you just come to my company to help me... I will hire someone to make this movie as soon as possible, and I hope you can be the screenwriter of this movie , after all, the original author is just right to be a screenwriter.”

"En?" Zhao Qingsong looked at Chu Qing.

At this moment, he didn't know how to describe Chu Qing...

Thank you very much?

very excited?
Even with a hint of bitterness?
In short, I feel a little choked in my throat.

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"Huh? Qingzi's Weibo has been updated?"

"Hey, it seems to be updated?"

"Hey, why did you only post one photo?"

"Why is Qingzi together with the whole middle-aged uncle?"

(End of this chapter)