I deliver the courier in Tianting

"Teacher, you misunderstood, I am afraid that others will say that we live together"

Before Jin Sheng finished speaking, Yang Meili's cell phone rang while charging at the barbecue restaurant. She turned on the screen and saw that more than a dozen missed calls were from the number she was calling. She answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"Hi! Hello, who is this?"

"Hello! Is it Teacher Yang?"

"I'm Yang Meili!"

"Teacher Yang, I am your student Jiang Xiaohei."

"Jiang Xiaohei?" Yang Meili was puzzled, recalling Jiang Xiaohei, and muttered inwardly: "So it was him."

Both Jiang Xiaohei and Jin Sheng were students of Yang Meili. Jin Sheng had been studying until he graduated from the third year of junior high school. The leader was expelled in the first day of junior high school, and later because of his abusive attitude, he was expelled from the school in the second year of junior high school, and there has been no news since then.

The most unforgettable thing for Yang Meili is that Jiang Xiaohei gave her a set of underwear for her birthday.

"Mr. Yang, I couldn't get through after calling you more than ten times, but I was so anxious that I went to the training building to ask and found out that something happened to 303. Where are you now? I will pick you up to live in my villa. "

"Your villa?"

"Hmm! Teacher, I've been doing well in society these past few years. I accidentally bought two villas to live in."

"Thank you Jiang Xiaohei, the teacher has a place to live."

"Teacher, you still have relatives in the city! Tell me, I will definitely visit some other day."

"No, it's not a relative, it's the same for you, it's the teacher's student, that's it, hang up!"

After Yang Meili finished speaking, she hung up the phone decisively.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xiaohei was still feeding, he looked at the screensaver photo on the phone screen, and murmured to himself: "In the city, I don't believe I can't get you."

After speaking, he kissed the phone screen twice. The photo on the screen saver of the phone is Yang Meili's photo.

"Let's go! Jin Sheng, since you have difficulties, I won't force you. You can send me to the Chinese Medicine Hospital or the People's Hospital Building." If Jiang Xiaohei knew that he was desperately begging to refuse Yang Meili, who lived in his villa, Begging to live at Jin Sheng's house, but being rejected by Jin Sheng hesitantly, he might vomit blood angrily.

"Teacher, I don't have any problems. Don't go to the hospital, just stay at my house!" Jin Sheng had just heard her call with Jiang Xiaohei, and after agreeing, he drove back to the community where he lived.

"Jin Sheng, it's so late!" Jin Sheng drove to the entrance of the community, and the security guard who guarded the gate said kindly when he opened the barricade. Same, never happened again.

"Grandpa, I just went out to do some errands!" Jin Sheng said while handing the uncle a cigarette, and was about to drive away, but was stopped by the gatekeeper: "Jin Sheng, wait, you have a message from the province. express delivery."

"Mmm! Master." Jin Sheng was a little surprised. He didn't buy things online, so how could there be express delivery from the province.

At this time, the uncle handed the courier to him.

When Jin Sheng saw that the courier was signed by the Provincial Internet Writers Association, he murmured to himself, "Why would the Provincial Internet Writers Association send me a courier?"

Driving while wondering, he had already arrived downstairs at his house.

Because I had to help Yang Meili pull the suitcase, I didn't open the express delivery in time to see what happened.

After returning home, after Yang Meili went to sleep in the bedroom, he hurriedly opened the courier.

When he saw the contents of the letter in the courier, his eyes froze, as excited as he wanted.

"Hello Jin Sheng, we are the Provincial Internet Association. First of all, congratulations on joining the Provincial Internet Writers Association and becoming a director. Then, congratulations on your online novel being ranked first in the three provinces' online novels, number one in clicks, and number one in sales. First, popularity comes first, and finally our Provincial Internet Writers Association solemnly invites you to participate in the Provincial Internet Writers Association Pen Conference, and then please give lectures to our provincial Internet Writers."

Seeing the letter from the Network Writers Association, Jin Sheng suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

He turned on the computer and clicked on the ranking of online novels on the [-]-yuan popularity index.

God!is this real?

Is it my novel?

The popularity index of online novels on the [-]-yuan browser has an unprecedented influence. Countless online writers are proud to be in the top [-].

Jin Sheng's novel actually ranked first.

How not to make him excited, excited.

It is said that as long as you enter the top [-] in the search popularity index, you are at the level of a god, so what level is it to rank first?

No wonder the provincial Internet Writers Association tried every means to find their own address, let themselves be a director of the Internet, and even went to give lectures to writers of the Internet Writers Association who participated in the PEN Club in the city.

This night, he wrote in front of the computer until dawn, and fell asleep lying on the table.

Until the phone rings to wake him up.

"Hello!" He answered the phone lazily.

"Master, it's not good, someone came to kick the hall."

"Kicking the gym?" Jin Sheng became energetic all of a sudden, and said, "Hold him, dare to come and kick the gym, and break his legs."

After Jin Sheng hung up the phone and took a simple wash, he remembered that Yang Meili lived at home. At this time, he went to the bedroom and saw that Yang Meili was not there. Later, he saw a note left by her on the table in the living room: "Jin Sir, I went to training, and on the table is the breakfast I made for you, see you in the evening."

Seeing the note, Jin Sheng ate the breakfast made by Yang Meili, and said secretly: "This is the first time I have eaten the breakfast made by my teacher. The taste and feeling are really good."

Then, he went out of the house, went downstairs, got into the car, and drove directly to the martial arts hall.

Early in the morning, a middle-aged man who claimed to be the master of Donglai blocked the door of Jinsheng Martial Arts Hall. People from the martial arts hall could not get out, and people from outside couldn't get in.

"Did you call?" Grandmaster Donglai yelled at the disciples of Jinsheng Martial Arts, asking them to call Jinsheng, then took out his mobile phone, dialed the number of the TV station's martial arts column, and asked them to report on the spot.

Half an hour later, the TV station's martial arts program team rushed to the scene after learning about the news about the kick.

"From the TV station, come here and give me a personal interview with Grandmaster Donglai first."

The reporter from the TV station nodded repeatedly and started an exclusive interview with him.

Grandmaster Donglai first showed his iron sand palm to the camera, and with a slap, smashed the concrete floor into pieces effortlessly.

It caused bursts of shouts and applause from the onlookers.

Next, start introducing yourself.

"This master, surnamed Lin Mingchong, styled Wu, is the Great Elder of the Donglai Sect, with the unique skill Iron Sand Palm. Personal achievement, the runner-up of the individual award of the city martial arts association competition, the runner-up of the provincial martial arts association competition, the director of the national martial arts association, the runner-up of the competition , some people also call it Lin Yajun.”

"Grandmaster Lin, why did you challenge Jinsheng Martial Arts?" The TV reporter handed the microphone in front of him.

Lin Chong smiled triumphantly and said, "Ms. Reporter, we are all martial artists in the martial arts world. We don't need a reason to challenge someone. It can be said that we will challenge whoever we dislike."

The TV reporter nodded repeatedly, and said in surprise: "According to Master Lin's words, Jin Sheng is not pleasing to the eye, so we want to challenge him."

Lin Chong shook his head silently, and said: "Ms. Reporter, you are wrong. You are not here to challenge, but to kick the hall."