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"What do you think about me?"

"Good man." Tang Ping replied without thinking.

"I'm not asking you to give out the good guy card!"

Cui Jiao shook her head angrily and amusedly, and said:

"I mean, is it pleasing to the eye?"

Tang Ping pondered for a second:

"Pleasing to the eye?"

"That's great!"

Cui Jiao smiled broadly.

Then he opened his eyes wide and looked at Tang Ping eagerly, with eager expectations in his eyebrows:

"Teacher Guan Ai, can you accept me as your apprentice and teach me how to write stories?"

"?"

Tang Ping looked at her like a short-circuited person:

"The college entrance examination is coming soon, and I have stopped writing for the time being. You want me to teach you how to write stories at this time?"

"Hey, you don't want to write anymore?" Cui Jiao was surprised.

Then said:

"It's one thing to agree to teach me, but it's another thing when to teach me.

"What if I tell you before the college entrance examination that it distracts you and fails the test?

"What if the college entrance examination is over and you disappear before I can tell you?

"So I thought about it all night and decided to muster up the courage to get straight to the point. I'll tell you this!"

Tang Ping said nothing after listening. He leaned forward, crossed his hands, and stared at her.

Cui Jiao looked at each other without any intention of retreating.

"The reason?"

"You promised?"

"Tell me the reason first."

"Then I'll start from the beginning..."

Cui Jiao thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

At that time, I saw in the short video that a bald man said to Tang Ping, "Big brother smokes", "Big brother smokes cards" and "Big brother smokes me".

She was full of surprise, thinking that Tang Ping took leave from school on April 4th. Did he go to the central business district to play?

As she was scrolling through comments, she suddenly came across one that caught her attention:

"This bald man looks like the boss of some kind of company?"Looking at his back, I always feel like him. 』

After clicking in, the speaker’s memory was vague and he couldn’t tell where the familiarity came from, but he said “it seems to be the one who apologized a while ago.”

I apologized a while ago, the president...

Tang Ping is probably a contributor to the Dove of Peace magazine...

Cui Jiao immediately searched for news related to the Dove of Peace magazine.

Sure enough, I found a video of a strong red-haired man leading employees to apologize.

Drag the screenshot into PS and change the red hair into a bald head.

The two images almost completely overlap.

The president of the Dove of Peace magazine actually said to Tang Ping so excitedly in public, "Brother, whip me!"

Cui Jiao was dumbfounded. She couldn't imagine it, unless Tang Ping was a hidden boss, for example, very rich and bought the entire magazine...

Otherwise, what reason would there be for being so respected by the dignified president?

...Cui Jiao was having trouble understanding.

suddenly think of:

Writer "Guan Ai" suddenly published a fairy tale work in "Dove of Peace", issue 66, March 3th.

My deskmate Tang Ping suddenly got connected with "The Dove of Peace", which was also the 66th issue, March 3th.

That day was Saturday. Tang Ping had no time to go out and buy magazines, and there was no reason to buy a fairy tale magazine. Moreover, the school bookstore did not sell this magazine.

After that, every time "Dove of Peace" released a new issue, Tang Ping would get it as soon as possible.

From various signs, it can be found that Tang Ping is very concerned about and understands "The Dove of Peace", especially the works of Guan Ai...

All these clues are gathering.

An incredible idea, almost delusional, was woven in Cui Jiao's mind:

Could it be that Tang Ping is caring, and caring is Tang Ping?

Only this is possible!

It was night, and Cui Jiao almost couldn't sleep.

She thought about many plans, what should she do if Tang Ping really cared.

Should she pretend not to know, or should she tell Tang Ping quietly that only she would know?

Should I use this secret to threaten Tang Ping like in many novels I have read, and let him do something to me...

Give it all?

After telling your wishful thinking from beginning to end.

Cui Jiao spread her hands frankly:

"I'm done."

Tang Ping: "..."

Why is this all-inclusive teaching?

Why don't you use this secret to threaten him and force him to share everything with you?

What a disappointment to him!

"How are you? Are you impressed by my sincerity?"

Cui Jiao rubbed her little hands and looked at Tang Ping expectantly:

“In order to become a disciple, I woke up early in the morning and cooked a pot of rice to prepare my apprenticeship!

"I also specially shared with you the secret base that only I know. From now on, we will be the master and apprentice who stayed in the same secret base! When the teacher arrests someone, he also arrests us both!

"Ah, there's apprenticeship tea inside, I'm ready too!"

Cui Jiao saw that the time was almost up, so she hurriedly unplugged the power, lifted the lunch box to the table and opened it.

The aroma of warm fried rice spreads, and the light green tea eliminates fat and relieves tiredness.

She fawningly took out one of them and pushed it respectfully in front of Tang Ping:

"Master, please have a meal!"

Tang Ping was silent for a long time.

said slowly:

"What you said makes sense, but is there a possibility...

"I don't care about myself?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Cui Jiao shook her head vigorously, full of confidence, "Master, don't try to make excuses. The evidence is irrefutable and cannot be disputed! For example, how do you explain that the President of Dove of Peace is so respectful to you?"

"It's simple, because he is my slave." Tang Ping said lightly.

Cui Jiao's expression froze: "Eh?"

Suddenly.

Her cheeks quickly burned red, her mouth opened, and her eyes darted around in panic.

Tang Ping's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Oh, classmate Cui Jiao knows a lot, you have seen a lot of it in private, right?"

"It's talent, it's talent, it's talent!"

White steam came out of Cui Jiao's head. It was clear that there was too much information in an instant, and the pig's brain was overloaded:

"You, you, you, you have just seen it!"

Tang Ping smiled, lowered his head and took a few bites of the fried rice. It tasted surprisingly good.

But it is not as rich as the canteen.

He swallowed the fried rice, rinsed his mouth with a sip of tea, and put down the tea cup.

He gave Cui Jiao a meaningful look.

"Don't worry, I won't go around telling people that you like to watch these heavy-flavored things."

Tang Ping got up and left.

The door opened and closed.

Cui Jiao was left alone, blushing, ashamed and flustered.

Chapter 66 Chinese evening self-study (4 words)

Take a bite of the three-meat and two-vegetarian leftover version served enthusiastically by the aunt in the cafeteria, which doubles the amount of food.

To be honest, the taste is average.

Tang Ping sighed, a little melancholy.

He never expected that after only a month and a half, his vest would be ripped off by an acquaintance.

Still too careless!

You should dress up first and then go.

But it’s too late to think about this now, and there’s no need to—

Anyway, I will disappear for two months.

Writers all wear the same vest, like Zhou Xun, ah, no, Lu Shuren, who traveled all over the world throughout his life, published thousands of articles, wore countless leather vests, and was wanted and arrested, but it had nothing to do with him.

Fast forward to after the college entrance examination, the writer "Guan Ai" died and the writer "Kai Hate" was born.

"Taking a disciple...it's a shame she figured it out."

Tang Ping shook his head in amusement when he thought of Cui Jiao's flattering manner as she served him rice and tea.

From Cui Jiao's point of view, maybe this is indeed a quite correct decision.

Putting the master-disciple relationship in one place, after the long three-month summer vacation after the college entrance examination, you will know what to do.

If you really want to write a story and publish it, and become a "talented article writer" praised by your relatives and friends, you can also rely on the "caring" mentoring relationship with the writer to get the best first-come-first-served position in the magazine, and break through the "passed manuscript" with easy difficulty Difficulties.

But Tang Ping is very self-aware.

How could he write a story? He couldn't even distinguish between description and narration, and he couldn't figure out the signifier and the signified.

I don’t know any techniques and I don’t know any theory.

I forget the words and sentences when I pick up the pen, and write dryly.

Writing some stories depends entirely on AI. With this three-legged cat skill, can you teach others not to reveal all the secrets at once?

Tang Ping laughed at himself and felt a little sense of crisis.

Remember Han Hong... No, Han Nuan, a racing driver wrote "Three Doors", and many people debated whether he hired a ghostwriter.

If he, as an author, could even say a few words to a professional, it would be revealed that he actually has no literary literacy...

Then we can only avoid talking about professional matters.