Chapter 171 Chen Wenjing’s Invitation
The specific date of Li Yan’s return home for the holidays had long been announced to the class by Xiaopang.
So Li Yanyou expected that there would be an invitation, but he really didn’t expect that the first invitation would come from Chen Wenjing.
The content is very simple, "If you are free tomorrow, come back to Yucai Primary School and have a look."
It is an invitation with no reason to refuse.
Li Yan herself had long wanted to go. The legend and pride of Yucai had become the god of New Taipei No. 1 Middle School. If she didn’t go back, what would it be like to return home in glory?
Teacher Chen Wenjing, you know it very well.
Li Yan also pulled Xiaopang along. Xiaopang said he was embarrassed to go, but turned around and said, "Let's go riding bicycles together at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
At six thirty the next morning, Li Yan woke up again.
I opened my laptop and logged in to QQ without washing my face. As expected, Kaiyuan's profile picture in the lower right corner was flashing.
I clicked on it and saw eight messages. The first one was congratulations on the first order exceeding the 4,000 mark, which was much better than expected. At the same time, I felt that Li Yan’s book review area was very harmonious. I was all grateful to Li Yan for updating 30,000 words in one day. It was really rare.
The following seven articles were all scolding him. The main complaint was that Li Yan didn't care about his first-time results and fell asleep, which made him feel empty, lonely and cold.
Four thousand first order...what a concept, I don’t understand, it’s not awesome enough anyway.
“I am only in the first year of junior high school, and my family is very strict. I have to sneak up at twelve o’clock, which is really troublesome.”
“Thank you to the Kaiyuan editor for your concern. I will try to be ranked first on the Origin Network. .”
This time Kaiyuan didn't reply immediately. He must have been content and having a good sleep.
After reading a circle of comments, Li Yan was surprised to find that Mr. Kidney Deficiency was past twelve o'clock and was still responding to a book friend who complained that Li Yan had too many manuscripts.
The response was very domineering, "The purpose of depositing the article is to send VIPs. You want him to send a bunch of free stuff, and you will support him?"
I hope this person will not be stupid and reply a few times. "Then you can raise it?"
He can, he really can, and he has already practiced it.
"The first subscription exceeded 4,000. I heard from the editor that it is a good result. Let me report it to you, thank you for your hard work."
I can earn 20 cents for 10,000 words. Yesterday, the number of VIP words was 30,000 words. One subscription is Six cents, four thousand is two thousand and four?
After deducting this and that, the number is probably close to 2,000.
Before, Li Yan should have said wow at this number, wishing he could do nothing but update 30,000 words every day.
But now... I have a big appetite.
Sure enough, when people are capable to a certain extent, there are many ways to make money, whether they are planting willows accidentally or planting flowers deliberately.
So these incomes will not affect Li Yan’s pursuit of writing a good story. If the highest honor is earned by earning XXX amount of money in the end, the greatest significance will be to increase Li Yan’s savings. Works", that would be a shame for his ability.
If it can change so many people and touch so many people, then this book will not be written in vain.
While thinking, Li Yan opened Word and started a new day of tentacle monster activities.
“Master Yan, I’m here!”
The little fat man's voice.
Who told you to call Mr. Yan so loudly?
Li Yan stood on the window sill and waved to him, sighing that it was so magical, typing on the keyboard...
Time flew away.
"Zhiyuan, you don't dare to reply to my message on QQ?" Li Yan teased Lin Zhiyuan as soon as he saw him.
"Eh? Are you talking about the message in my winter vacation special training diary? I didn't see that one."
A more advanced method than the avoidance method of pretending to be stupid is the self-destructive method of pretending to be stupid.
“It’s been a week, even if you sleep in, you still have to write it in your diary. This is what you promised to your mother on the car home, and I also promised to supervise you.”
“ I will definitely write it.”
The two of them rode slowly, and the little fat man kept thinking about what a noble experience it would be for Li Yan to return to Yangcai.
Li Yan just smiled and didn't disappoint him.
"Zhiyuan, I have a question I have been wanting to ask you. With your family's conditions, how could you come to a school like Yucai Primary School?"
"Why are you asking me now? ?" Lin Zhiyuan was surprised by this.
“I didn’t think Yucai was rubbish before.”
“My dad only got rich in the past few years, and his business suddenly expanded. It took some effort. Later, when my family made some money, my dad also thought about transferring me to another school... probably around the time of third grade."
"Why don't you leave?"
"Because I feel that I am not good at studying, and I have been in elementary school for three years and my grades are not good. It is useless to transfer to a good school." Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, "My dad I don’t think primary school education is very important, so I arranged to go to junior high school in New Taipei Province and let me continue studying.”
“Oh…” Li Yan was really just curious.
“Of course there is another reason for you.”
“Huh?”
"I feel that my deskmate is number one in the grade. It may not be better to go to another school. Hehe." Xiaopang showed a proud look, "Fortunately, I didn't leave. My deskmate is now number one in the world!" Li Yan laughed. , "I'm still not the best in the world, but I work hard."
"Speaking of which, it's winter vacation, doesn't Teacher Chen even take a break?"
Li Yan I was also curious about this, "Maybe you are still working on some semester summary or something?"
"I understand, for you. The teacher refused to give up the holiday just to see you."
"Almost..."
"Believe me, they will be waiting for you at the door, just like the leader inspecting the talent training."
"Zhiyuan, you must have a certain limit in your fantasies. . ”
Facts have proved that Lin Zhiyuan’s fantasy is still not enough.
The main entrance of Yucai Primary School is in a small alley. If you want to enter the school, you must first enter the alley and pass by a small gatehouse - so Yucai was also called Shimenlou Primary School in the past, but because of its It's really not famous. The only people who know this history are the teachers working in Yucai...
Chen Wenjing waited directly at the entrance of the alley.
Waving to Li Yan from a distance.
"Teacher Chen! Long time no see." Li Yan walked over with a smile.
She was immediately hugged by Chen Wenjing, her big round glasses were pushed askew. She smiled so hard that her features were squeezed together: "The teachers have been waiting for you to come back for a long time!"
"Teachers...?"
"Look, it's here."
The big iron door of Yucai Primary School is closed tightly, with only a small opening. The old security guard who is usually so strict that even the principal's wife who has never met him would scold him, now he actually Smiling, "Hello, Li Yan!"
It's so scary...
It's even scarier as soon as you enter the door. Mathematics teacher Qiu Runlin and English teacher Huang Qiuying are standing in the school. At the door of the teaching room on the first floor, he waved happily.
It was only then that the three teachers finally said hello to Lin Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan is here too."
Li Yan reasonably suspected that they didn't remember Xiaopang's name until now.
"Principal Lin and Director Cai are drinking tea in the teaching room. We will meet them later." Huang Qiuying walked forward as she said this, and actually took Li Yan's other hand.
He was held up by the two female teachers and followed Teacher Qiu who led the way up the stairs.
Lin Zhiyuan was amazed and followed silently.
"You have become taller, stronger, and more handsome!" Huang Qiuying praised.
Chen Wenjing immediately answered, "The teachers have heard that you scored 759 points in the final exam, and you were first in your grade in both the midterm and the end of the term. Director Wang was very happy and told our school Lin a long time ago. You are the pride of Lincheng. ! ”
Coincidentally, the boss over in New Taipei should also be very happy.
"Where are we going?" Li Yan couldn't help but ask.
"Classroom, did you forget your 601 so quickly?"
"How could that happen?" Li Yan laughed dryly.
I have only graduated for one semester, why don't I behave like I came back to visit my alma mater more than ten years after graduation...
It wasn't until he walked into the classroom that Li Yan understood why the teachers insisted on bringing him to visit.
Upgraded.
Those double desks and chairs that had already become pitted were all replaced with new single desks and chairs.
The walls have been repainted, the projectors and curtains have been replaced with new ones, and the classroom doors have been replaced with stronger stainless steel doors.
The ceiling is no longer bare, a suspended ceiling has been installed, and incandescent lights that are glaring and prone to problems have finally become a thing of the past.
"How is it?" Chen Wenjing smiled.
“It’s pretty good.”
It’s really pretty good. Of course Li Yan hopes that his alma mater will get better and better. Who wants to go out and say that he comes from a shabby, rubbish elementary school every day? ?
And education is a matter of blessing to all living beings. In Li Yan's eyes, the significance of a good school becoming better is not as significant as that of a bad school like Yucai becoming passable.
"It's all your credit."
Huh? Li Yan looked at Chen Wenjing who said this in surprise.
“Have you not noticed that there is a basketball stand in the playground downstairs, although... the area is not enough for the whole court, only half court.” Mathematics teacher Qiu Runlin walked to the corridor railing and pointed to the playground.
“Originally, it was supposed to be a badminton court, but it was too windy outside. Everyone voted and decided to build a basketball court.” Huang Qiuying added.
“This is also your credit.” Chen Wenjing nodded.
The little fat man was so shocked that he suddenly felt that he should be under the car.
(End of this chapter)