Everyone in Class 11 knows that Zhou Chen codes and writes in his spare time and even during class time.
You can even rent a house near the school with the monthly manuscript fee.
This incident made many people in Class 11 envious.
Even Tan Xiaozhou, who is a Chinese teacher, is Zhou Chen's biggest fan.
However, no one expected that they would hear such news just after coming out of the talent market.
Graduate students from other key universities, who have just graduated and are looking for a job, can only earn a basic salary of less than 100,000 yuan a year. But Zhou Chen, who has not even graduated from high school, has sold audio copyrights for 200,000 yuan. ?.?????.ℂ??
Isn’t this awesome?
"Brother Chen, can I hug your thigh?" Jiang Qinglang looked at Zhou Chen with admiration.
"Brother Chen, is it still too late for me to learn writing from you after I graduate?"
"Brother Chen, please take me with you!"
After the words fell, Bian Xiaoxiao and others looked at Zhou Chen as if they were idols.
Not to mention that they are high school students, their income of 200,000 yuan is considered an upper-middle-income group for Xingzhou City.
What's more, this is only a sound copyright fee, plus Zhou Chen's electronic manuscript fee. If he adapts comics or something in the future, the income... will be terrible.
"This hasn't been settled yet. What if it doesn't work out?"
Zhou Chen shrugged, looking very calm.
Because he knows very well the commercial value of this book "Fights Break the Sky". Once the number of words is increased and other extended copyrights are developed, the money obtained is far less than 200,000.
But he was also so unfazed, which made everyone in Class 11 even more shocked.
"Okay, Zhou Chen is a pervert."
Lei Ming seemed to feel the pressure of everyone's mentality, and smiled helplessly,
"Don't forget, Zhou Chen's grades are now number one in the school!"
Lei Ming sighed,
"In fact, we are not afraid that others are better than ourselves. What we are most afraid of is that others are not only better than ourselves, but also work harder than ourselves."
"Zhou Chen's books have become so popular, but he still hasn't given up on learning."
"So, everyone, why don't you study hard now?"
Sometimes, we have to admit that success is achieved by one percent talent and ninety-nine percent hard work. But the one percent talent played a key role.
After Lei Ming said these words, everyone in Class 11 also fell into thinking.
Yes, Zhou Chen's have made so much money, but Zhou Chen has never been proud and still studies with them every day.
Even Zhou Chen became number one in the school through hard work.
What reason do ordinary people like them have not to continue their struggle?
"I haven't worked hard enough, but my grades can still be improved!"
"I will definitely score above 500 points in the next monthly exam."
"I can't write, so I can only change my destiny by passing the exam."
For a moment, the five students in Class 11 were silently cheering themselves on.
Especially Cheng Yushan, although she was very happy that Zhou Chen was so outstanding, she couldn't help but worry that Zhou Chen, who was such an outstanding person, might... be a bit behind.
No, you have to work harder!
If we say that Lei Ming's on-site teaching in the talent market only allowed the students in Class 11 to know what cruel reality is.
Then, Zhou Chen's real-life example stimulated them even more, and they must continue to work hard to move forward!
People who are better than you work harder than you. This is the scariest thing!
So, when Lei Ming and Sang Xia returned to school with everyone in Class 11, these students walked to the computer and determined what they wanted to choose according to the plan Lei Ming had made for them before. suject.
Even in the next two days, Sang Xia, who was in charge of supervising the squatting class, clearly felt that the five people in Class 11 were studying more crazily than before.
"Are everyone in Class 11 crazy? Who has to memorize words while eating!"
"You must not get close to Class 11. I was sitting near them yesterday, and the math problems they discussed have completely exceeded the teaching progress of our class."
"It's killing people, it's killing people!"
A famous person once said that time is like water from a sponge, it can always be squeezed out.
But no one expected that Class 11, who had passed the first monthly exam, not only did not relax in their studies out of pride and complacency, but actually went crazy to a new level.
As long as they see a few students in Class 11, except Zhou Chen, others are holding either English dictionaries or mathematical and physical formulas and theorems in their hands, it's simply...
In the eyes of the senior students in Minglong Middle School, Class 11 has obviously become a unique existence.
"Damn it, what kind of medicine did Lei Ming give to these students?"
"They all look like they're on stimulants."
"The key is, it's normal for a day or two occasionally, but if it happens every day, are they incorrigible?"
In the control room of the Academic Affairs Office,
