After talking to Chang He, Fang Jing hung up the phone and opened the Penguin Book Friends group. He first sent a rainbow cat and blue rabbit emoticon, and then placed a message on the top of the group announcement. ¤八¤八¤Read¤书,.☆.←
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"The new book Swordsman has been released."
"Here I go, I've been gone for so long, I thought you didn't write anymore?"
"Author, can you bring my Baguio to life before publishing a new book?"
"I just saw it, Wu Xia. I thought it was an illusion. Liangpin of coolpins, I guess there will be one more eunuch in the palace, but I still support it with a vote."
Lin Pingzhi: "Hey, I'm the protagonist! I'm so excited! I'll give you a reward when you sign the contract."
"Lin Pingzhi is so handsome, with a face as beautiful as jade, gentle and elegant, and full of a sense of justice. The important thing is that his family still has money."
"My dear, may I ask, how do you know what I am like in real life?"
Yu Canghai: "Upstairs, do you still want to be shameless? According to this plot, your Fuwei Escort Agency will have lunch soon."
Lin Pingzhi: "Nonsense! I am the protagonist, how can I receive a box lunch?"
Yu Canghai: "Haha, did you see the chapter title? Destroy the entire family!"
"Sir, is what this old thief said true?"
Lin Pingzhi just saw himself on the stage, but he didn't want to die like this.
Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't worry, you won't die yet. Not only will you not die, you will also practice peerless martial arts in the martial arts world."
Lin Pingzhi: "Thank you, sir. You are a good person. I will give you a pack of cigarette money."
"Stop giving rewards! Everyone's money is hard-earned, and I'm not short of money either."
Fang Jing said it with great justice. I don't know who was crying for reward when he first started Zhuxian.
This time he is publishing on the site, just borrowing the Yidian platform, and will not sell the copyright, so the corresponding rewards and subscription shares will be greatly reduced.
I could get half of what I originally got, but now I don’t have half of it. It would be nice to get twenty for one hundred yuan. "八《八》Read《书》,.2■⊥
Linghu Chong: "How powerful! By the way, when will I appear? I won't be a part-time player, right?" The Prodigal Son Qingcheng: "Songshan, Taishan, Hengshan, Huashan, Hengshan, and the Five Mountains Sword Sect. What did the author have in mind?"
"It's much better than those people selling sheep over dogs. It's obviously a martial arts book, but it has a ding ding ding at the beginning!"
The story of the story: "I still like the setting of the people of Xichuan, wearing green clothes, bare feet, and wearing white cloth, in memory of Wu Hou Zhuge Liang, so after thousands of years, the white cloth still remains.
That’s right! I am Nishikawa Gin!”
Fang Jing only published 10,000 words and five chapters, talking about Lin Pingzhi's return home and the unexplained death of someone from the Fuwei Escort Agency.
Then my father, Lin Zhennan, learned that he had killed a Qingcheng sect disciple, and the family was in catastrophe.
Facts have proved that the effect is quite good. The discussion among everyone is quite intense. It is not as unbearable as Chang He said. After all, Mr. Jing’s name is still there.
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After hanging out for a while, Fang Jing received a call from Xiao Wenjing about work arrangements, and the two chatted for a while.
Fang Hui frowned all night, and the fingers holding the pen were dented. The more she wrote, the more upset she became, especially because Fang Jing was occupying her computer.
That's right, this computer now has the surname Ai, although Fang Jing doesn't admit it.
"Brother! Can you go out and make a phone call? You've disturbed me."
"knew!"
As Fang Jing spoke, he went downstairs to the courtyard. When he came back ten minutes later, Fang Hui was no longer in the living room and had gone to the room. The door was locked tightly.
"Bang bang bang! Fang Hui, open the door for me. Have you finished your homework?"
"Brother... my chest is tight and my head hurts a little. Let's talk tomorrow if I have anything to do. I'll go to bed first."
Fang Jing's head was covered with black lines, and even when he was standing outside the door, he heard the clicking sound of the keyboard.
"Are you kidding me? You didn't even turn off the light?"
"Tower!" As soon as he said this, the light went out.
Fang Jing:……
"Forget it, you'd better turn on the lights and play. The light from the computer screen is very harmful to your eyes. You may regret it in the future."
"Ta!" The light came on again.
"You still dare to say that you are sleeping? Just wait for me tomorrow!"
Fang Hui:……
Fang Hui ran away early the next day with her schoolbag on her back without making any noise. Fang Jing got up at eight o'clock and didn't see anyone around.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth and had breakfast. Today, Fang Jing wore a simple black jacket with jeans and Martin shoes. He arrived at No. 2 Middle School at 9:50.
Xiao Wenjing called him last night and asked him to come to the school today. The school leaders invited him to give a speech during class and share some learning experiences with the junior students.
Fang Jing also has a headache. What's there to say? When I was studying, I often skipped classes, went to Internet cafes, and worked part-time?
But Xiao Wenjing has already agreed. He has to go, otherwise the phone call will come again later.
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It's ten-twenty in school, and Fang Jing is familiar with it after studying for three years. It's not yet the end of get out of class, the playground is empty, and the campus is filled with the sound of hearty reading.
"I used to follow him and her..."
"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. I planted it when my wife died. Now it is as tall as a canopy..."
On the first floor, in the last row of Class 5, Grade 9, a girl with short hair was playing Honor of Kings with her head down in class.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark shadow sticking to the window. She thought it was the patrol teacher, and suddenly her face turned pale and she broke out in a cold sweat.
"The eldest lady is here, please get out of the way!"
Seeing that the group started, she didn't dare to move at this moment, and the screen instantly went black, betraying four teammates.
If he was caught playing with his mobile phone in class, it would be confiscated and he would not be able to get it back until the end of the semester. Yao Tiantian squinted her eyes, tried her best to put on the most beautiful smile in her life, and turned to look at the shadowy figure who could kill with a thousand swords.
"Hi!"
Fang Jing waved gently to say hello. This used to be his seat, and the word "Han" carved by Chen Jinpeng on the table was still there.
"You are... Fang Jing!"
Yao Tiantian blushed slightly when she saw it was a handsome guy, and she was glad that he was not a teacher.
For a moment she thought the face looked familiar, but it took two seconds for her to recognize it and accidentally call her name.
Fang Jing is a big celebrity in the No. 2 Middle School. He is admired by countless junior students. He always has face when he goes out to show off. Who makes other schools without celebrities?
"Yao Tiantian, stand up! It's class, why are you so crazy?"
Chinese teacher He Zongchao glared angrily and almost dropped half of the chalk. He was stunned when he caught a glimpse of the figure outside the window.
Of course he knew Fang Jing, he had taken care of him for a year, and later he became a frequent visitor to the office, and he was very familiar with her.
Seeing that he was discovered, Fang Jing nodded with a smile, turned around and left.
This old guy used to be the dean of students. He skipped classes and fell into the hands of the other party many times. Fortunately, he didn't get punished much because of his good grades, but it still left a shadow in his heart.
"Fang Jing! Stop, why are you running?" He Zongchao leaned out and shouted after opening the classroom door.
Under the wall, Fang Jing paused, "That's right! Why should I run? I've already graduated."
Just now he was ready to jump over the wall and run away, but he couldn't help it. The voice was so familiar that it was a subconscious reaction. If Chen Jinpeng were here, he would probably be outside the wall.
"Hahaha! It's nothing. Aren't we afraid of delaying your class?"
"come over."
"Why!"
After being led into the classroom, Fang Jing put his hands behind his back and stood deftly in the doorway with his head buried.
"I don't need to introduce this to you, right? Your senior, Fang Jing, has just graduated two years ago. You may have met him when you were in the first year of junior high school."
"He has very good grades and ranks first in exams every time. Everyone should learn from him." 11
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