I’m Really a Superstar

In the evening.

As the sun sets, the sky is red.

Zhang Ye returned to the place where he rented his house. After the elevator went upstairs, he did not go back to his house. Instead, he touched into the landlord’s house where the smell of cooking was coming out. The door was not closed, and the kitchen was obviously crackling with oil. At first glance, this little guy Rao Chenchen is also doing homework in the living room.

"Chenchen, are you busy?" Zhang Ye entered the room with a smile.

Chenchen hurriedly shouted to the kitchen, "Auntie! Zhang Ye is here again!"

Zhang Ye almost fell down, "This hapless boy, I hurt you for nothing."

Chenchen let out a faint smile, "Haha." Then he lowered his head and continued to do his homework.

Rao Aimin inside probably heard it. As soon as the kitchen door opened, she glanced at Zhang Ye without a wink, "It's really time for you to come, is it a dog? You came here with a smell?"

Zhang Ye didn't get angry either, and got used to her venomous tongue a long time ago, "I gave Chenchen so much strength. Didn't you say last time that I would take care of me all these days."

"You know how to eat, your kid hasn't eaten in the last life?" Rao Aimin is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, "wait, I'll copy two dishes!"

"Thank you, auntie landlord!"

"You stare at Chenchen to do your homework!"

The little guy has done his homework and the dishes are on the table.

Rao Aimin threw a pair of chopsticks to Zhang Ye, "Look, you are so happy today? Are you picking up your wallet? Wait, come over and let me see, why are you so tall?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "You just noticed that I was wearing height-increasing shoes."

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2, become a meal! "Rao Aimin sat down and handed Chenchen the tableware.

Actually Zhang Ye doesn't wear height-increasing shoes now, just his own ordinary shoes. The reason for saying this is because he is afraid that he will not go round. After all, he has grown so tall in a blink of an eye. No one believes it, so he wanted to use it first. Put out the guise of shoes, so that everyone can adapt, and when everyone gets used to it, there will be no problems. Well, actually speaking, it’s not a novelty to grow five centimeters overnight. At least in Zhang Ye’s world, one often hears such miracles happening. Why do you wake up at night and grow six centimeters? Why do family members sleep at night? Hearing his bones crunching, Zhang Ye was skeptical and unreliable when he heard the sound, but it was true that someone grew tall overnight. There have been more than ten examples of this in the world, and the reason is still unknown. So Zhang Ye didn't have any pressure. Even if someone questioned him about this, he could still use these excuses to prey.

"Auntie landlord, let me tell you something." Zhang Ye said in gratitude: "I was admitted by Beijing TV Station just now, and I will be the host or guest after the National Day."

Rao Aimin said: "You can really create a miracle of life, can this work?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "This is my strength! Absolute strength!"

"Don't blow it." Rao Aimin smiled: "Chang'e 4 has just gone to the sky, let you blow it down!"

Chenchen swallowed the celery in his mouth, "...hehe."

Zhang Ye curled his lips, "Just step on me. When I become famous, you will know how many eyes Lord Ma has!" After eating, Zhang Ye was too tired to go home, "I borrow your computer to use it." Use it."

"Go home and use your own!" Rao Aimin said politely.

"I can't walk, it's too much support." Zhang Ye didn't listen.

Rao Aimin smacked and said: "Upstairs, use it yourself." She went to clean the dishes.

Zhang Ye clutched his stomach with difficulty and moved to the bedroom of the landlord's aunt upstairs. When he opened the door, he was somewhat unsuspecting, and he squeezed in a dazzling piece of underwear, autumn clothes and socks. The bed is full of Sister Rao’s clothes. About 20 to 30 pieces are laid out there. You don’t need to ask. In the afternoon Rao Aimin must sort out the wardrobe, put away the summer clothes, take out the autumn and winter clothes and prepare to dry and wash. As a result, I went to cook before I finished cleaning, and the rest was placed on the bed and balcony, making Zhang Ye's heart beating!

Floral long skirt.

Hollow flesh-colored underwear.

Black stockings with some decorative patterns.

I just took off the white underwear that may not have been washed.

Zhang Ye looked back at no one, closed the door, and then involuntarily went up and picked up some Rao Aimin's underwear, studied it in his hand, and threw it back to her. This Sister Rao is really too, this is too careless, forget it, look at my computer. In fact, like Rao Aimin's mouth-poisoning style, Zhang Ye has gradually become accustomed to Comrade Lao Rao's carefree, she has always been like this, and she has no defense against Zhang Ye. But this is such a sloppy eldest sister, who cooks food is surprisingly delicious, and she takes care of others.

People are so strange.

Sometimes, it is just such a complex of contradictions.

Turning on the computer and going online, Zhang Ye wanted to read current affairs news and entertainment news, but after logging in to meager habitually, he found that his poem had been posted on it!

"Post a poem. I occasionally heard a chat with a friend from a TV station today. The original author should be Zhang Ye."

""This Is Everything"."

"Not all big trees are broken by the storm."

"Not all seeds, there is no soil for rooting."

Finally he summed it up: "I was very excited to hear, so I sent it out to share with everyone!"

Zhang Ye saw the following comments and messages, he had already broken the 1,000 mark, and there were countless messages!

"Ms. Zhang's new poem?"

"Damn, I remember a song called "Everything", right?"

"Yes, it is "Everything", Wang Shuixin wrote, and he has also been in a textbook. This poem is obviously written for "Everything", totally negated!"

"Haha, this poem is so cool!"

"It deserves to be the work of Zhang Ye, the master of face slappers!"

"Wow, come and see everyone \\uff0

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Teacher Zhang Ye, a professional teacher of c face slap, has another new work! "

"Don't even say, this is really a face slap, every sentence really goes straight to "Everything"! Teacher Wang Shuixin is afraid to cry! I met such a professional face slapper!"

"But "This Is Everything" is really more suitable for Chinese textbooks than "Everything". Alas, it's a pity for Zhang Ye. Such a good poet can't even enter the Writers Association? Is there no official recognition of his status in literature? "

"@京城作协."

"Who made Teacher Zhang step on the writers' association!"

"Support Teacher Zhang to join the Writers Association, otherwise the laws of nature will be difficult to tolerate!"

"Yes, it's totally unreasonable. Can the Beijing Writers Association give me a reply? Why didn't you invite Teacher Zhang into the meeting? It's just because the literati are petty?"

"Summon the Capital Writers Association!"

"Ms. Zhang is mighty! Must enter the Writers Association!"

Everyone started to support, Zhang Ye's works are one after another, one is more brilliant than one, the Beijing Writers Association has not responded yet, it is too chilling!

But what Zhang Ye is concerned about is their nickname and description of themselves!

Professional face slappers?

Your sister's professional face-slappers!

Why is my nickname so terrible!