Plagiarist Superstar in Another World

“Son, I’ll tell you the good news. I signed you up with Mr. Wen Yuan and paid the tuition. You can go to school tomorrow.

Dad, I can understand it. It’s really not good to not study this year. No matter how poor you can’t be poor, you can’t be poor.

When you get there, you have to study hard. 10000 One day when you have a successful career, write a Promising Novel. Our old Song Family is also shining.

If you look at Mr. Wen Yuan, there is a Promising Novel. I was hired to our Ping’an City to teach everyone how to write. You can make money just by talking. “

Song Ren looked at the eyes of his father, Jackie Chan, and the uniforms he brought, and he was speechless. After solving the problem of food and clothing, he lacked spiritual food.

However, he has not been in private school yet, and he also wants to have a good understanding of some literary aspects of this World. This is just an opportunity.

Especially at the moment, Dad’s expectant look, even if Song Ren refused, people estimated that he would drive him to school with a broom.

“Okay, I’ll go tomorrow.”

Seeing his son’s dislike of learning, Song Rentou was happy for a while.

“Okay, dad, I’ll prepare the meal for you. Let’s eat and drink, and be happy to learn.”

…………

Ping’an College is named after the entire Ping’an City, which contains the expectations of the entire Ping’an City.

In addition to the usual teaching and literacy, they also have a task, that is, understanding of Novel, various applications and so on.

After all, who doesn’t want their children to be there one day, it is famous online.

For those who do not have innate talent, cannot Cultivation, or do not have Cultivation resources, that place is a broad shortcut to the powerhouse.

Therefore, everyone at no cost hired Mr. Wen Yuan to ask why, there are only 10000 Promising Novels throughout the ages, and he has one of them. In such a remote town, you think it’s worthless.

Today, he is even the dean of Ping An College stand by one’s word, even City Lord will give him a bit of noodles.

Therefore, when Song Ren was wearing a white college uniform with a hat on his head, he was a little surprised and excited when he first came to the school.

In the spacious school, there are more than 2 low purple redwood tables, each with a futon underneath, and at the top is a gentleman’s desk.

There is no portrait of Confucius Senior, there is only a large ‘book’ in the center, vigorous and powerful, but with some charm.

The small table in the hall was already full of people. Buzzzz ~ Without knowing what to say, Song Ren looked at the location. There was only a vacant table on the edge of the wall, and he walked over to sit on the futon.

After waiting for a while, the original classroom like the vegetable market suddenly quieted down, and Song Ren, looking around, quickly discovered that a middle-aged man with an 8 beard must have arrived at the podium in the center and was putting it on. Books related things.

Song Ren knows that this is the highly hired Mr. Wen Yuan.

Everyone stood up, then saluted: “Have seen Mr.!”

It seems that Mr. Wen Yuan, who is about 40 years old, scratched his 8 long beard and was satisfied with nodded.

“Sit down!”

With everyone seated, Mr. Wen Yuan coughed twice.

“Very well, then we continue to explain yesterday’s topic. Now, please take out the jade plate and open the 100th 67 chapters. This chapter we have talked about yesterday. The already-changed name Zhang Xiaofan is with Lin Jingyu …”

Everyone brushed out a piece of jade plate, put it on the table, and then tapped it with one hand. The three-dimensional picture immediately appeared in front of him, listening to Mr. Wen Yuan explaining the author’s main writing, buried ambush, writing pen Decoration and the so-called anticipation …

Song Ren stared blankly at the shoulder bag that Father had prepared for himself, which contained pen and ink pads, and two cold Steamed Buns at noon, his face twitched for a while.

No, what’s the matter, no one told me to bring this stuff, and also explained my Novel?

For a moment, his complexion was extremely wonderful, but being commented by this Mr. Wen Yuan also gave him another idea for Novel, so he calmed down and listened carefully.

Over the course of the day, Song Ren had a different understanding of this Mr. Wen Yuan. Although this person has only one Novel in the ranks of potential, but he has a feeling of being an outsider to other people ’s Novels. Very useful.

Dad’s work is reliable this time, and the tuition is not taught in vain. In the future, if possible, he wants to write his Novel, not the old man, and he always feels guilty, despite his great achievements.

I have n’t enjoyed school for a long time. With the Academy bell ringing, everyone came out of the school bustling, Song Ren was in a good mood, went out of the Academy door, bought a candy man next to him, and happily licked back. Go on.

After crossing a few streets, he glanced inadvertently, and thought he was dazzled. After 3 more sure, he was surprised, and came to a person behind him, and patted his shoulders happily.

“Benefactor, why are you here?”

Su Youwei, who has been busy for a while, just came out a while ago. He was looking at the various beaded flowers on the shelf when he was out, suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, turned around, and saw the magical purchase of sugar cane in Qingyun Mountain. But a strange man counseling.

“Hello, what are you?” Su Youwei greeted with a smile.

I didn’t expect to meet someone who had a relationship in this place.

“Haha, it’s really you. I live here, benefactor. You didn’t tell me your name in the hurry you left last time, so let me thank you for it.” If it wasn’t for the beauty in front of him, he kicked him , I was definitely split into two and a half by the tiger demon.

At that time, the fake monument will be commemorated, but the real author of mine will be thrown aside and buried in a hasty manner.

Su Youwei hesitated for a while, and she was in a good mood. After all, she had already played “Whisper of Lute”. Such a beautiful piece of music would come from her own hands, and it was exciting to think about it.

“Su Youwei,” Su Youwei said.

Song Ren chewed a bit and looked at her face again.

“Good name, my name is Song Ren.”

“Counseling?” Su Youwei pu chi laughed out loud. Although she was still cross-dresser at the moment, Song Ren was not angry with the wrong name, but was shocked by her smile.

Really, with a smile all over the country and all over the city.

“You are–” Feeling a bit rude, Su Youwei forcibly laughed, but looked up and down his dress.

Song Ren mentioned the shoulder bag: “I just came back from school, is your home here? Why haven’t I seen you before?”

Su Youwei shook his head: “No, just passing here by accident.”

“It turned out to be this way, don’t look at this Ping’an City is small, but it is all five. It is a local, or I will take you around, maybe there are some things you have never seen before, I … “

“Hey, those 2 dolls are about you, look here, come in!” This is a small wine shop with a lame old man on the counter, hair grey-white, wrinkles on his face, covered with wrinkles. With the plaque on his eyes, the muddy eyes greeted the two with a smile.

Song Ren’s words were interrupted, and he looked left and right, pointing at himself, his face suspicious: “Are you calling us?”

The old man was nodded: “It’s you, no one else!”

Song Ren came in doubt, and Su Youwei followed.

The wine shop is small, barely able to seat 5 or 6 people, but the wine is very fragrant and cleaned.

“Great Grandpa, what’s wrong with us?” Song Ren was sure he didn’t know him.

The old man ignored Song Ren, looked towards Su Youwei, first nodded, and then shook his head.

“Pity–“

“Old Mister, what a pity?” Su Youwei didn’t feel the fluctuation of the practitioners from this person. Besides, in this remote Tucheng city, there was no powerhouse.

The old man limped out and suddenly extended the hand, grabbing Su Youwei’s arm.

Su Youwei was shocked because she didn’t even have the time to respond to the old man in the country in her opinion, and now her arms are even weaker.

Song Ren complexion changed, hey, you ’re a bad old fogey, old cow eating the young grass, right, rogue under broad daylight.

He was about to stop, but the old man let go of his hand, and then regretted it.