Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

In a short time, a piece of news spread in the small auditorium like a storm.

"Have you heard? There is a great writer in our school who wrote "The Wind" in March."

"I heard that this great writer comes from the School of Management and is a 93rd grade student."

"Have you heard that the man rehearsing with the principal on stage is named Zhang Xuan, who comes from the School of Management. Some people speculate that he is a great writer, so the principal treats him differently."

"Haha, you're not lying?"

"Is it good for me to lie to you? Everyone is spreading the news like this."

"You believe it? Why don't you say I'm Bill Gates?"

"roll!"

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Zhang Xuan and Principal Gao finished rehearsing and when they walked off the stage, they were shocked to find that something was wrong in the small auditorium at this moment.

Something is wrong with the atmosphere.

I saw number 100 people, all looking in the same direction as me.

At first, Zhang Xuan thought everyone was looking at Principal Gao.

But after separation from Principal Gao.

Zhang Xuan realized that he was his mother's magnet!

Wherever he went, those eyes followed him involuntarily, focusing on him motionlessly.

Looking at the group of people who were staring at him and whispering, Zhang Xuan felt uncomfortable all over.

I was thinking, maybe there are holes in my pants?

Thinking like this, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but lower his head to check.

fine.

Could it be that the line of pants behind the buttocks is broken?

As soon as the thought came together, he wanted to reach out and touch it.

But seeing so many people looking at him, he took control again.

Don't blame him for overthinking.

That's because in her sophomore year of high school, a female classmate was doing recess exercises on the playground. As she was doing it, the line behind her butt suddenly collapsed, revealing the shorts underneath.

Still red!

You said it was quite embarrassing to reveal this scene in the middle of summer! Quite a loss of face!

The problem is that the girl herself didn't realize it. She didn't realize that her red pants were being seen by people from several nearby classes.

Zhang Xuan, who looked calm on the outside but was full of thoughts on the inside, walked to Wen Hui's side slowly and quickly.

Asked in a low voice: "Can you help me take a look and see if there is anything wrong with my clothes?"

Wen Hui immediately understood what he meant, smiled and said, "It's not your dress that's the problem."

Zhang Xuan was not confident, so he walked around in front of her and asked, "Is there any problem with wearing shoes?"

Wen Hui pouted slightly, looked at him with a smile and shook her head.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the many eyes nearby that were looking at him, and became even more confused: "Then what's going on?

In just one rehearsal, I became the target of shouting, beating and killing? "

Hearing such nonsense, Wen Hui couldn't help but chuckle.

"Your identity is exposed," she explained.

Listening to Wen Hui's words in silence, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, whether to be happy or depressed.

The exposure came unexpectedly and caught me off guard.

After meeting everyone's gaze for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan asked inexplicably:

"You said I'm going to perform on stage tomorrow. Should I buy some sunglasses and wear a sun hat?"

Wen Huiqiao smiled and said: "It's useless, you are too famous now."

After taking a deep breath and sorting out his mood, Zhang Xuan said, "I won't wait for you anymore, I'll leave first."

Wen Hui said yes and expressed her understanding.

Watching Zhang Xuan leave the small auditorium step by step, Xie Yi, who had recovered his senses, quietly pulled Xiao Eleven's sleeves:

"Is what they say true? Is Zhang Xuan really the great writer they say?"

Xiao Shiyi's mood at the moment was even more complicated than Zhang Xuan's. He had worked hard to keep the secret for more than a year, but it was so exposed, and he felt unhappy.

I thought depressingly: I haven’t tried it yet, and I haven’t even taken a sip of the soup.

Seeing his friend's silence, Xie Yi almost understood what was going on. He reached out and took Su Jinyu's arm and said with emotion:

"Then the difficulty has increased for you. Such a dazzling person will not lack excellent women."

Su Jinyu's eyes flashed and she remained silent.

"You are all here! That's great! That's great! I have great news for you! Great news!!!"

In the evening, Luo Xue, holding a newspaper, hurried back to the dormitory and shouted furiously when she entered the door.

"I see how anxious you are. What news makes you so excited?" Liu Lin, who was closest to the door, asked first.

Luo Xue had been running all the way back. At this moment, she couldn't care less about being out of breath, so she hurriedly said:

"Do you know! Do you know!!! Zhang Xuan is a great writer!!! Zhang Xuan is a great writer!!!"

Fang Meijuan was confused by Luo Xue's repeated words: "What great writer? What are you talking about?"

Luo Xue gesticulated with her fingers: "He is a great writer! He is the kind of great writer who is so awesome!

Oh my god, I can't explain it at the moment. Zhang Xuan is a great writer. It's been widely spread outside. Haven't you heard any news? Zhang Xuan is a great writer! ! ! "

Seeing that Luo Xue was incoherent, Liu Siming handed her the hot tea in her hand and said, "Don't be impatient. Drink water slowly and clear your thoughts before talking."

Luo Xue also knew that she didn't say please, so she took a sip of water, patted her heart, faced five pairs of eyes, and said:

"I just came back from the School of Physics, and there was a news going viral that our school has a great writer.

I asked my boyfriend at that time what the name of that great writer was.

He told me that the great writer was named Zhang Xuan, and the one who performed with the principal was a management major.

You know, I was shocked when I heard the news! The man stayed in place for a long time like a fool.

It took a long time to come to my senses, and I asked him what the great writer's pen name was.

My boyfriend told me that his pen name is March, and he has written "Wind" and "Lurking". "

Ding Yanhong was changing her underwear at the moment. When she heard this, she stopped halfway through putting on her underwear. She came over and touched Luo Xue's forehead: "It's not hot, there's no fever. Why is this child talking nonsense today?"

Luo Xue opened Ding Yanhong's hand, reached out and pinched Ding Yanhong, and said:

"I've brought you the news. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Anyway, it's been spread outside. Now, if you don't believe it, here's the newspaper, a news report about the writer in March."

At this time, Liu Siming, who had been listening silently, took the newspaper and read it carefully.

I saw the main headline of the newspaper: "Following the "wind", "lurking" sold 5 million copies in three months, breaking the historical record! recorded in history! 》

The subtitle of the news is: "In March, the writer earned 14 million yuan by virtue of "lurking" for three months, creating another wealth legend! 》

After reading the exact news headline, Liu Siming was stunned, and the hand holding the newspaper shook uncontrollably.

At this moment, Liu Siming felt that her brain was congested. Fortunately, she had a good family background and good personal accomplishments, so she suppressed her curiosity and read on.

Five minutes later, Liu Siming, who had read the news word by word, felt completely unwell and her hands were shaking violently.

Now she felt that not only her brain was congested, but her mouth was also dry, and her whole body seemed to be stimulated by an electric current and became extremely hot.

Liu Siming covered her little beating heart and said to the people who were still talking about it:

"I can't stand it anymore. Come and read the newspaper."

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