Of course, frustration is nothing but frustration, and it is impossible for him to withdraw from the war for the goddess, because no matter how talented that guy is, so what? There are so many talented singer-songwriters in the entertainment industry, so it’s impossible for every album to be a hit. Even Jay Chou, who has been popular for more than ten years, is no exception. Even if Lin is a genius, it will never be possible. Compared with someone like him who has traveled back to 1997 with memories of more than ten years of hit songs.
Give up?
what is that? Can it be eaten?
"What are you two doing over there fighting?"
Xia Luo looked up and saw Wang Yu, the head teacher, walking over.
"Teacher Wang, Ma Dongmei hit someone, look... her face was swollen due to my pinching."
"Teacher Wang, I...I am here to stop him from disturbing the students' lunch break."
"Then why didn't you stop Lin Yue?"
"He...he sang a lullaby."
"What? Ma Dongmei, don't you..."
"Okay, stop arguing." Wang Yu waved a folding fan to interrupt the quarrel between the two people. .
By chance, Lin Yue came out of the radio station after singing, glanced at the three of them, and continued walking forward.
"Hey, wait a minute, let's talk about you, San Shao...Lin Yue."
"What for?"
"There is a singing competition for primary and secondary school students in the district this weekend. I think you two have very good voices and are the only potential singers in a million. This glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you. You two...who will go?"
"Not interested in."
Lin Yue turned and left without even looking at him.
Wang Yu said: "If you're not interested, why don't you go to the radio station and hold the microphone and sing?"
"It's fun, isn't it?"
Wang Yu was so angry that he felt tight in the chest and short of breath, and his eyes were dizzy. The impression he had just changed because of his singing skills became bad again.
"If he doesn't go, you go."
Charlotte said: "Why?"
Wang Yu said: "The principal's office or the competition venue, you choose one."
Charlotte: "..."
He didn't want to be called a parent again. After the attempted jumping off building, he was not crazy, but his mother was crazy. He didn't know who tricked him into buying a mirror. It was said that it was opened by the master of Fahua Temple in Qianmen. He can exorcise evil spirits from the house, and he can also take pictures of sneaky people. He will be asked to take a picture every day after school, and he still talks plausibly, and he is very feudal and superstitious. Just like that, if he gets beaten up by the principal again, he will go home and wait for him. It won't be a demon mirror, but a magic whip.
Seeing that Xia Luo gave up, Wang Yu nodded, pointed at him with a folding fan and said: "That's pretty much it. Get the ranking. If you don't get the ranking, don't come back to see me. Oh, and you, Ma Dongmei, they two are crazy, why are you You started to mess around too. You asked with conscience, how is the teacher treating you? In the past two years, Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Teachers' Day... Even Charlotte knows to buy a greeting card and put it in the homework book. As for you, the whole class belongs to you. Are you stingy? Does the teacher hold a grudge? Does the teacher take it seriously? No. Look at you, none of you can make people worry."
Wang Yu put her hands back, hit her lower back with her folding fan, turned around and left.
"Well, the lyrics of that song just now are good. Fortunately, you have a good Chinese teacher."
Charlotte curled her lips, thinking that this had nothing to do with you, it was obviously me who copied it well.
Just as he was about to leave, Ma Dongmei held his hand.
"Oh, what are you going to do?"
Charlotte's claws scratched her heart, and she was almost annoyed to death.
You said you must be brave and say that I have been married to you for ten years and have long had enough of you being a careless, poor, ugly, yellow-faced woman with no sense of femininity. He can't do it. Those euphemistic hints, this brain The guy with degenerated limbs and well-developed limbs can’t figure it out. Is there anything more difficult than him?
Ma Dongmei was stunned by his yelling and couldn't help but let go of her hand. The guy quickly rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.
"What are you going to do?"
"Didn't you hear Teacher Wang ask you to participate in the competition? Go practice singing."
Ma Dongmei felt a little relieved after hearing this. She felt that Xia Luo was focusing on practicing singing and had no energy to do those little tricks to please Qiu Ya.
…
In the next more than a week, Charlotte really did not pester Qiu Ya, because he was practicing Jay Chou's "Nunchaku". This song requires relatively high singing skills. If you don't practice more, you will easily bite your tongue in Dachun's words. .
At the weekend, in the singing competition for primary and secondary school students held at the Palace of Culture, Charlotte's Nunchuck actually got the ranking. Unfortunately, it was only the third runner-up. "Nunchuck" lost to "I Dedicate Oil to the Motherland" and "Let Us Swing." Take up the sculls".
Wang Yu was very happy because this was the first time that No. 7 Middle School had won a place in the district's primary and secondary school students' singing competition since the school was founded. The principal also awarded him a thermos cup with "Haiyan Cup Primary and Secondary School Students' Singing Competition Souvenir" printed on it.
Qiu Ya paid attention to Xia Luo, but the person she paid more attention to was Lin Yue. The reason was not that she had a crush on him, but that he was right under her nose, and she couldn't care less about it.
In the afternoon, the last self-study class.
Lin Yue threw the homework assigned by the English teacher in front of her.
"When you've finished writing, give me a copy."
"Why!"
Qiu Ya looked at the black line in the middle of the table, pouting with an unhappy look on her face.
Just in the morning, she was "punished" for peeking at his work. Now it's time to do her homework, and she was asked to help copy one. All the good things in the world were taken by him?
"I'm helping you review your knowledge."
Qiu Ya lowered her head and said nothing.
Silence is already her strongest resistance.
"Don't write, right?" Lin Yue said: "It doesn't matter, I will tell the teacher in writing that I asked you questions and you refused to answer. There is no unity, friendship, mutual help and progress like the cadres of the outstanding class of three good students."
"You...why are you like this!"
Qiu Ya was about to cry because of him.
Lin Yue said: "Do you think that as long as the cadres of the outstanding class of Sanhao students are cute and obedient and listen to the teacher, they can get extra points in the college entrance examination? It's not that easy. I'm just trying to return this title to what it should be."
"You're mean."
"Wouldn't it be more despicable for you to falsely accuse me in front of the principal?"
"I...I didn't, just..."
"Just what?"
Qiu Ya blushed.
"I ask you again, do you want to copy or not?"
She pursed her lips, with a hint of humiliation in her eyes, took the English exercise book in front of her, and compared it with the exercises she had just completed, writing them line by line.
Lin Yue, on the other hand, continued his great career as a civil servant.
Bang bang~
With a crisp round of applause, Wang Yu walked into the classroom from the outside, followed by Xia Luo, the second idiot from Class 2, Grade 3.
"Everyone stop, stop."
With a bright face, he said: "While I am taking advantage of the self-study class, I will announce two pieces of good news."
The students raised their heads and looked at him. Han Dachun, who was finally able to return to his seat and take a rest, waved to the front and shouted stupidly: "Charlotte, are you back?"
In the past, Wang Yu would definitely let Gu Fang stand behind him, but today he is in a good mood and is not as smart as a fool.
"The first good news is that Xia Luo from our class participated in the Haiyan Cup Primary and Secondary School Singing Competition held in the district on behalf of No. 7 Middle School, and achieved a good result of third place. Look, this honorary certificate is so good. .”
As he spoke, he shook his head, as proudly as if he had won a prize.
Charlotte looked embarrassed, because this reminded him of the scene when he was next to two primary school students on the podium. The female host with a face painted like a monkey's butt announced that "I Done Oil for the Motherland" was the first place. Broken sound can still wake him up from his sleep.
Wang Yu said to herself: "Oh, thirty classes above, this is the first time our class has won a heavyweight award. Ah, the principal is very fond of it, and the teacher is very pleased. What about you? Are you happy?"
Zhang Yang grinned with disdain.
"What? Zhang Yang, do you have any objections?"
"No, no, I'm happy, very happy. Charlotte won the prize in the competition because of your good guidance, teacher."
"I like to hear that."
Wang Yu touched the corner of the desk as if touching a young girl's thigh.
Zhang Yang said: "Come, everyone applaud, thank the teacher, thank Xia Luo, for winning such an important award for our class."
He was coaxing together, and the people behind him quickly followed up, clapping their hands loudly. After all, not everyone dares to challenge Wang Yu like Xia Luo and Lin Yue did. In fact, calling parents is the next best thing. They are most afraid of this. The guy who talks about "Teacher's Blessing" uses the topic to make fun of things.
If you call your parents once, you will be scolded once, and if you give them a gift, you will be coldly beaten by your parents for several days.
"OK OK."
Wang Yu pressed down with both hands, waited for the students' enthusiasm to cool down, put the folding fan on the desk, picked up a big red notebook, opened it at the classmates, pointed to the line in the title and said: "Did you see it? Honorary certificate, district First prize in the composition competition, come on, classmate Yuan Hua, come on stage to receive the award."
Yuan Hua, who was sitting in the last row, stood up. His open school uniform brought a gust of wind. He strode forward. When he passed by Qiu Ya, he cast a confident look. When he was done, he glared with what he thought was a sharp look. Lin Yue glanced at him.
It is a demonstration and a declaration of war.
"Here, take it." Wang Yu handed him the certificate of honor that symbolized the first prize in the district composition competition, and took out a pen from his shirt pocket and handed it over: "As your Chinese teacher, I will personally reward you with a pen. , this has been used by the teacher for many years. If you have children in the future, you can pass it on."
Just this crap, but also rewards?
What kind of pen did Yuan Hua use? Parker pen. Where was Wang Yu? How could he think that a gold star pen that couldn't be put on the countertop would be treated as a family heirloom by others?
The students were whispering below, complaining about Wang Yu's stinginess, but looking at it from another perspective, they could still see the money back.
"In the future, you two must work together to win more awards for our class." Wang Yu patted the two of them on the shoulders: "The teacher's year-end bonus depends on you."
He did it for a long time for this purpose.
Teacher Wang is Teacher Wang and never disappoints his students.
At this moment, the classroom door opened from the outside, and the grade director appeared at the door.
"Teacher Wang, is there a class meeting?"
While speaking, he glanced at Lin Yue's position.
"Ah, is something wrong?"
"Come out for a moment, I have something to ask you."
Wang Yu winked at Yuan Hua and Xia Luo, telling them to return to their seats and walk out of the classroom.
After almost five minutes, he came in from the outside with a cold face. He put his hands behind his back and walked to Lin Yue who was concentrating on writing. He slapped the things given to him by the grade director on the table and asked, "What's going on?"
It's over, classmate Lin got into trouble again.
This is the consensus of everyone.
Lin Yue frowned and looked at the things on the table: "What's going on?"
Wang Yu pointed to the top slip and said, "Where does this come from?"
The students were all curious about what Wang Yu left on the table.
Zhang Yang got closer, stood up quietly, turned his head and looked in front of Qiu Ya, his expression suddenly changed.
Mente poked his butt from below and cast a questioning look.
"It's... it's... it's money."
It's money, and it's not money.
Why do you say that? Because they are remittance notices from the People's Post of China. There are as many as five or six. I can't see the amount clearly.
At this time Lin Yue spoke: "What's wrong with the royalties?"
After saying that, he looked like he didn't care and put away the remittance slips, leaving the sample magazine sent below untouched: "This... is for you."
Royalties?
Has classmate Lin Yue received the royalties?
The whole class was in an uproar.
Submitting articles to magazines and newspapers, etc., there are always a few guys in every school who think they have great literary talents but don't believe in evil and want to try their skills. As a result, many heads are broken and bleeding, and few people knock down the south wall and see the way out. , after all, most of the writers of these magazines and newspapers are social people, who are well-informed and experienced, and cannot be compared to the little kids who are still in the ivory tower.
Now Lin Yue has received royalties from several media organizations at once. This is really... shocking.
People who are far away cannot grasp the details. Miss Banhua, who is close by, can clearly see the numbers on the remittance advice. It can be as high as 300 or as low as 200. The total amount of these five remittance advices is It's often as little as 1,000 yuan.
And what were the magazines he said he gave to Wang Yu? There are famous magazines such as "Sprout", "Legends of Modern and Ancient Times", and "Reader", but the two books at the bottom are actually "Chinese Cooking" and "Architecture".
You want to say that it’s okay for him to earn royalties from writing, but what the hell are the next two books about? Is it possible that he is also good at cooking and building houses?
"Manuscript fee?" Wang Yu took out the folding fan from his waistband, unfolded it and fanned violently: "How come the manuscript fee is sent to the school?"
"It's not like you don't know. My father rides a three-wheeler and my mother cleans the vegetable market. There is no one at home during the day. If I don't send it to the school, where can I send it? I think... the teachers won't be greedy for my royalties, right? .”
This little royalties, is this called a little royalties? This is higher than his monthly salary.
Wang Yu felt so depressed. When he knew that Lin Yue was writing, he could still make some sarcastic remarks. Now, does he still have the nerve to say those words?
His two months' salary as a college student is less than half a month's manuscript fee.
Is it okay to say that you are seeking your own way out?
If he had really followed through on that bet, would he now want to imitate Charlotte and jump off the building?
Wang Yu turned around and glanced at Zhang Yang, who chuckled: "Teacher Wang, don't worry, I don't lack bread machines at home."
"What are you looking at?"
He hit Zhang Yang on the head with a folding fan: "Look at you, each one of you, you are either sleeping in class or looking in the mirror. In your dream, Hong Qigong teaches you Arhat Boxing, or can the mirror tell you who is the most beautiful in the world?" Human?"
Meng Te was startled when he heard this. Last night, while his sister was sleeping, he secretly put on a red dress, put on makeup and nail polish, ran to the bathroom mirror and looked at it for a long time, and finally asked a question out of nowhere. "Mirror, mirror, please tell me if Monte is the most beautiful person in the world."
"Look at Lin Yue, how serious and self-disciplined he is. Only such people can write good works and achieve results. Ah, right, the teacher has told you many times that these top artists are not Crazy people don’t survive. Hey, the crazier the person, the greater his reputation and the deeper his attainments. So you see, either the teacher called Charlotte the second fool, win the prize. Now these three fools in our class earn two months more than the teacher. The salary is still high. Ah, don’t think that the teacher is scolding someone when he calls someone stupid.”
He knocked on the table with the folding fan and said: "This is the teacher's special way of caring. You can only appreciate it with your heart. Do you understand... Hey, that big fool behind you, why are you so excited? Just stand in the corner."
Dachun was like a deflated rubber ball, walking to the corner and standing in the corner with his head drooped.
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