Chapter 1564: Online Novel Mountain Monster

When Qiu Ya saw Lin Yue coming, she quickly sat up straight, the smile on her face slowly faded, and she became as obedient as a kitten.

Charlotte was so angry that she gritted her teeth and scolded Lin Yue in her heart for being a monster. In the past, he always came to the classroom just in time for the bell to ring, but today he came so early. He had prepared so many words, but the atmosphere broke up before he finished speaking.

At this moment, a person came up from behind. He looked up and saw that it was Ma Dongmei.

Damn it, this stupid bitch wants to spoil his good deeds again. To say the least, even if she doesn't mess up anything, she still has to make some sarcastic remarks.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he realized that the plot was not what he thought. Ma Dongmei did not stop beside him, but walked to Lin Yue, took out a handful of melon seeds from her trouser pocket and handed it to him.

"I just peeled this and gave it to you."

Ma Dongmei didn't come to pester him, but she actually went to show her courtesy to Lin Yue?

Charlotte felt that Dachun would definitely die of sadness.

Qiu Ya also looked suspicious. She couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Ma Dongmei was selling in her gourd. How could she imitate those fangirls to please Lin Yue?

Xia Luo didn't think much about it, Qiu Ya didn't understand, but Lin Yue knew Ma Dongmei's thoughts very well.

With her acting skills, even she felt embarrassed, let alone other people. If she had to put this into a clip and put it on Douban, the group of vicious tongues would make her mother even recognize her.

Obviously, Ma Dongmei did this to test Charlotte's reaction. After all, she called her daughter-in-law and said she didn't hate it. Now that her daughter-in-law has turned into a love rival and a crush, can Charlotte still sit firmly on the Diaoyutai?

Alas, if a pretty girl does this, it’s called cute, but if an ugly girl does this, it’s called a lackluster thing.

It's so pitiful that Charlotte didn't even give her a look that held the clock.

Lin Yue shook his head, but still cooperated and picked up the melon seeds on the desk and put them in his mouth: "Hmm, five-flavored ones? You still understand me, I like this."

"Yeah, I've been skinning him all day long." Ma Dongmei said to him, but she was looking at Charlotte.

Qiu Ya tilted her head and looked at her deskmate with a complicated expression. She seemed to have many ideas and didn't know where to start.

Lin Yue ignored this at all and ate all the melon seeds on the table in one bite.

"Dongmei, Dongmei..."

There was a whirring sound coming from outside the door. Needless to say, it was the idiot from Class 2, Grade 3.

He was also a person who didn't have any B numbers. He was completely unaware of the abnormal atmosphere in the classroom. He walked up to Ma Dongmei and said, "Dongmei, after school in the morning, I saw you buying melon seeds at the roasted food stall at the intersection. Don't you like to eat the original flavor?

Why did you change it to spiced ones? On the way to school just now, I felt that the ones you bought were a little short and not enough for the afternoon meal, so I bought you some more."

While talking, he took out a plastic bag from his schoolbag and handed it over. There was a pound of spiced melon seeds in it.

"Ah, haha, after eating the original flavor for so many years, I'm tired of it. If I think about it seriously, it would be good to change the flavor."

This answer was exactly the same as before. There could be something in the words, but the effect was the same. Charlotte rested her head on her arms and stared at Qiu Ya, completely uninterested in talking to her, let alone pondering the meaning behind her words.

"Hey, then you're not angry with me anymore?"

Dachun was still struggling with what Ma Dongmei said during the previous tutoring session that he wanted to eat the stewed goose.

"No more babies."

He took back the spiced melon seeds he handed out and said, "Then I'll peel them for you. Don't you always say it's troublesome to peel melon seeds?"

Mente, who was admiring himself in the mirror over there, cast a "coquettish" look at them: "Falling flowers follow the flowing water deliberately, but flowing water has a ruthless love for falling flowers."

Ma Dongmei glared at him fiercely: "Go, it has something to do with your fake and shoddy Sanwu products."

This sentence of "fake and shoddy three-no products" deeply hurt Meng Te's soul.

"You...you hate it!"

"You're the one who hates it, all day long..."

Before Ma Dongmei finished speaking, the class bell rang, and the students who were chatting and spanking in the corridor trotted into the classroom.

Something seems wrong about the people here. Those people are not like this usually. They are all unhurried and unhurried, just like the old man walking under the overpass. Why are they so nervous today?

The question was quickly answered.

Before the student who ran in from the front sat down, Wang Yu had already stepped into the classroom.

Dachun looked at the class schedule on the blackboard and thought something was wrong. This period was a political class, not a Chinese class.

"Your politics teacher has something to do and is unable to come. You will be studying by yourself in this class." Wang Yu explained, turning to look at Lin Yue: "Lin Yue, come out for a moment, someone is looking for you."

It was only then that everyone realized that Wang Yu did not come alone, but was followed by a middle-aged man wearing myopia glasses. He looked quite fair and had a very educated temperament.

"oh."

Lin Yue left his seat and walked out of the classroom.

When Wang Yu saw the middle-aged man leading Lin Yue towards the distance, he quickly said, "Study well," and followed him quietly...actually, I should say sneakily followed him.

Almost ten minutes passed.

Lin Yue is back.

As soon as he sat down in his seat, Wang Yu came in from the outside, walked around the classroom twice on pretense, and finally stopped next to Zhang Yang.

"I said Zhang Yang, you and Lin Yue are so close, why didn't you get some influence? Look at people, magazines have sent editors to the school to ask for articles, we have never produced such a person in Xihong City

, what about you? Not only did you not get the moonlight in Near Water Towers, but the composition was deteriorating day by day, and the plot was written like a housewife, and the teacher was ashamed of you."

Zhang Yang muttered in a low voice: "Who asked you to ask the subject of novels in your recent composition class? I can't write novels."

Wang Yu said: "You don't know how to write novels, why don't you humbly ask for advice? Just now, Lin Yue was called out by Mr. Qian. Aren't you curious about what he said to him? If this was written into a composition, it would be a very interesting thing.

What a good plot, right? Yuan Huaneng wrote "My District Chief Father" and won an award.

Can't you write "My Writer Classmate"? It would be great to tell Lin Yue's story from the perspective of a bystander, right? Maybe you can also win an award. You can get extra points in the college entrance examination, although the teacher is thinking about you.

Toaster, but compared to your future, I think the latter is more important."

Zhang Yang was just about to follow his wishes and say a few nice words to prevent him from always mentioning the toaster, but he didn't expect Lin Yue to open his mouth to speak.

"Teacher Wang, please stop inquiring about Mr. Qian's origins. To tell you the truth, he is not the editor of a magazine, but the editor of Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House."

"Not the editor of the magazine, but the editor of the publishing house?"

Lin Yue hadn't been to his house for more than a month. He had learned from the mistakes of his English teacher and math teacher, and he was too embarrassed to be aggressive. When he came to school this afternoon, he happened to meet the principal. He didn't know what was urgent, and he didn't even introduce him.

If you do, let him come with Mr. Qian

Lin Yue was looking for him in class, and he asked him on the way. Mr. Qian just replied that it was about work. The other person didn't want to go into details, and it was hard for him to ask. But the more this happened, the more curious he became. After all, he had been there before.

They were all contacted by phone, and it was the first time that the editor went to the school to find someone.

Yes, he followed him out just now, but because they were standing far away, the two of them spoke in low voices and could not hear the content at all. After that, they were too embarrassed to call him out for questioning, lest the classmates in the class think that he was thinking about Lin Yue again.

It would damage his reputation as a "teacher". In the past, when Lin Yue was not famous, he was greedy.

No one said anything about Xiaoli. Now that Lin Yue is famous, everything that happens around him is topical. Once the news of this teacher picking off students' wool spreads to the society, his job may be in trouble, so here comes a

To save the country through curves, I made circumstantial remarks about Zhang Yang’s deterioration in writing, and wanted to know what the two people said outside.

Unexpectedly, this guy is so clever that if he wag his tail, the other person will know what he is about to fart.

"That's right, didn't I miss my evening self-study recently? In fact, I went to chat online. Did you know that I was online?"

"I heard from your teacher's wife that she works in a telecommunications bureau and has more exposure to this."

"While we were chatting, I suddenly got inspiration. I wrote a novel on NetEase's BBS. It was quite popular. The editor of Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House found out about it and came to contact me.

Ask me if I am interested in publishing a book."

Publish a book?

Lin Yue had always submitted articles to magazines before, and this was the first time that someone from a publishing house came to school to discuss publishing a book.

Wow~

The students were talking a lot. Writing for magazines and publishing books have different weights in people's minds. For ordinary people, if they can buy the books you wrote in bookstores, they are the real writers. Writing for magazines

, no matter how famous he is, he is also an author.

Wang Yu said: "You are writing novels again? Then haven't the serializations of "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" and "Sou Shen Ji" have not been completed? Why are you writing other books?"

Lin Yue said: "Because typing on a computer is much faster than writing with a pen, I plan to buy a computer, but before that I must learn the basic operations. Well, I just came up with ideas during the practice. Didn't the book say that?"

, Articles come by chance. When inspiration comes, you must seize it, otherwise the opportunity will not come again if you lose it. In fact, I have to thank you, Teacher Wang, for this."

"Thank me? How do you say it?"

"When I went to your house before, my wife told me that she got along with you through letters."

"How come I don't know about this?"

"One time when we were having dinner and you drank too much, she helped you to rest in the back room and told me when you came back."

"Oh, yes, yes, that's what happened." Wang Yu remembered: "But what does this have to do with your sudden inspiration?"

"Think about it. In the past, we used to write letters to express love. Now with computers, everyone can communicate through the Internet. Men and women meet in chat rooms and gradually become familiar with each other through conversations. Will love across space also develop? So I

I just thought that if I wrote a novel about online dating, it would be a big hit."

"Okay, you business acumen. Since it was born out of the love story between the teacher and your wife, the teacher must buy a copy and keep it in his collection. Tell me what it's called."

""First Intimate Contact""

Online dating? What does online dating mean?
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