Zhang Shang didn't sleep all night, and was so scared that he created a psychological shadow... This incident was simply a disaster from the sky.

And that stroke made him so scared that his heart was so scared that he couldn't publish a book in just one moment, right?

This idea lasted for a long time, and then came up with thoughts. I was confused at the time, but I could actually take medicine afterwards.

To be honest, plump and mature women are different. They have so much water and great taste...

Behind every unattainable goddess, there is a man who can poke her into spitting her with a pen.

All kinds of thoughts gather in my mind, as if the stars in the sky form a huge painting. Each star is a full moon, like a smiling face of a human, like white paper, and needs to use a pen to depict beautiful patterns in exchange for happiness like a feather ascending to the immortal.

Zhang Shang felt that he was holding a giant pen like a rafter and painting on a piece of white and soft Zuo Bo paper.

The pen end was filled with thick ink, and the juice splashed everywhere, leaving marks on the smooth paper.

The edge of the paper was slightly curled up shyly, as if it was about to resist, but it was pressed and straightened and spread out strongly, allowing the long and hard pen holder to run freely, horizontally, vertically, vertically, hook, and back. Every stroke of the stroke was so vigorous and powerful, and it penetrated through the back of the paper.

But in the refreshing writing, a tiny dizzy slowly expanded. The dizzy was inconspicuous at first, but it gradually penetrated the entire paper, destroying this wonderful calligraphy...

The next day, it was already morning when I woke up in a daze.

The top of the sheet was a white stain, dry and hard, as if soaked in glue, accompanied by a bad smell.

Zhang Shang pulled off the bed sheets and threw them into the trash can in the bathroom. He was not ready to come anyway.

Then brush your teeth and wash your face, go out of school to get the face slap.

The entire No. 1 Middle School was in a state of excitement, and the teachers were unintentional in giving lectures. Almost all classes were self-study, so the class monitor watched and then quietly left.

The Chinese language team was surrounded and there were nearly 200 teachers in the school, and even the corridor was blocked.

"Zhang Shang is leaving school." Gao Zhiben hung up his phone and said to everyone.

"Isn't he going to run?"

"Hurry up and let the guard stop him."

"Not afraid, he will have his dad if he leaves, so the money won't run away."

"What if his dad doesn't give it?"

"Dare you? Let's go to the Education Bureau to sue him for fraud."

"..." The office was quiet.

"Teacher Gao is amazing."

"Teacher Gao is mighty."

"Teacher Gao is just knowledgeable."

"I admire you."

“…”

"Let's wait until noon. If he doesn't come, I will call his father directly. If he dares not give money, he will have to deal with him even if he sues the province."

"..." Do you have that great ability?

...

Shi Junhai is very down and out, and he has been under unparalleled pressure these two days.

The teachers seemed to regard him as a defector, and invaded him into heresy, and were in the same group as the enemy, and were no longer popular with everyone.

A friend who usually gets along well has given him a gift to his daughter. Now when he sees him, he is like watching a plague. He can hide and never meet him. He will be owed a salary when he says hello to him.

Especially the Chinese language group, he was even more excluded.

Originally, there was his seat and his seat in the office, but he was squeezed out.

Others were cheerful and laughing happily, and everyone praised the Chinese team leader and laughed loudly, but everyone ignored him, making him sad and unable to integrate into that circle, so they couldn't stay in the office.

Today he didn't go to work and was at home. Because he had predicted the result, Zhang Shang would not win.

The Chinese group leader wrote a 30,000-word long discussion on food.

The teachers who have heard her composition said that every word is a gem and literary talent, which makes people saliva flow and can't control it after seeing it...

In the past two days, Zhang Shang didn't write at all. He either slept in the dormitory or played with his mobile phone. He looked like that and didn't take this seriously at all.

Maybe they really don’t care about this bet, it’s only 100,000 yuan. Zhang Zhiwei has money and can afford it.

But he suffered an unintentional disaster.

The first time I saw a student who had not been reported for two years, I was inexplicably pulled into this bet. Zhang Shang could lose, but if he lost, he was forced to resign and get out of No. 1 in shame because there was no place for you to stay there.

至于去文物学校当副校长……呵呵.

People don’t even take it seriously for 100,000 yuan, so how could they pay attention to your little teacher?

It is very likely that someone suddenly became interested and said that, and then, afterwards, this was nothing.

As a role model, as a glorious teacher, he can't bear to ask the students for an official position. What if someone hurts you, will it be miserable?

...

“诶,那个老师,让让,你挡着路了.”

Zhang Shang's clear voice appeared in the corridor, as if it was a domino effect. Gradually, starting from the teacher in front of him, gradually extending inward. All the teachers calmed down tacitly and shut up.

In less than ten seconds, it was as quiet as a needle falling out.

When Zhang takes the path of kingdom, like the emperor travels, all the ministers who block the way will automatically give him a way out, and they are all powerful.

"Dang thump."

I knocked on the door and attracted everyone's attention in the office. Anyone with a large and small position in No. 1 Middle School has almost arrived.

“挺热闹的哈?”张上笑着说.

No one replied because everyone was looking at what was in his hand.

It is about a thick book, twice as thick as the teaching subject.

The outside is wrapped in a few off-white newspapers. It should be the newspaper I just bought, and it looks brand new.

There were still more than ten pages of white paper on the newspaper, and something seemed to be printed on it. The words were too small to see clearly.

Is this all you rely on?

Gao Zhiben couldn't help laughing, his throat quacked like a duck.

"Student Zhang, you won't have bought a recipe and made a few newspapers for cooking, saying that this is the composition you wrote these two days, right?"

"You'd better call your dad and ask your dad to prepare the money."

"You admit your mistake with Teacher Rui and donate the money. We will teach you well in the future."

"It's okay if your grades are not good, but your composition must be good. Otherwise, if you go to college to write a thesis, you won't be able to hold it in a few months, but it will be ruined, and your dad will also be embarrassed by you."

"Yes, I can't say that I have to blame us and say that we didn't teach you well."

The office was full of talk and was competing to show off.

Because in everyone's opinion, Zhang Shang is a coal boss-level figure, not a 19-year-old child, and his behavior and speech are not like children.

Subconsciously, it is actually quite a pleasure to have a chance to lose the coal boss.

So Mr. Zhang wanted them to enjoy it, listen to the criticism, and let the miserable teachers vent their emotions, sacrifice themselves as others, and be role models for us.

My spirit and morality are so tall...

After a while of discussion, almost everyone said a few words before they gradually calmed down.

The Chinese team leader was urging the moon by the stars, standing in the front row of the crowd, Zhang Shang looked down at her because she only grew to the position of her chest...

But at this moment, Teacher Rui felt that he had become a giant, and his temperament changed higher than Mount Everest. It was obviously very low, but he looked at Classmate Zhang with a downward posture.

He threw a stack of letter papers he had worked hard on the table in the past two days, held his head high, and said in a low and majestic voice: "This is what I wrote, 30,000 words, you can see it, it will let you understand what literature is, literature is, and food is."

Zhang Shang shook his head and said, "I don't want to watch it, I'm not interested."

Gao Zhiben took a step forward, "Do you want to pay for it?"

Everyone took a step forward, "Don't admit defeat?"

Zhang Shang took a step forward and threw the things in his hand on the table, "I saw that I felt hurt, and I felt it hurt. It should be enough for you to be ashamed for the rest of your life."

Everyone:"……"

Everyone is not going to be convinced by pretending to be so stubborn.

As they looked at each other, the head of the person in charge had his eyes twitched, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the thickest book and took a look.

"Hehe..." She smiled a little crazy.

"Food on the Bite of the Tongue", an online novel, is it comparable to the article I wrote? Is it not such a humiliation?

"You use an online novel written by someone else to pretend to be?"

"You can look at the others." Student Zhang was very gentlemanly, spreading his palms, putting his five fingers together, stretching them out, and making a gesture of asking for help.

The Chinese team leader put down the book, picked up the dozen pages of white paper and looked at it. He was shocked at first sight. It was a contract.
To be continued...