The days of being a writer in a different world

Under the bright warm light, Cheng Chen pressed A Lang who was moving non-stop, and began to explain "The Little Prince" to him.After struggling for a long time, I finally gave up the treatment, and let the rebel and the teacher listen to the class head to shoulder, quietly pinching the teacher's small earlobe and tugging at the corner of the teacher's clothes from time to time.

The soul of the adapted version of "The Little Prince" belongs to the wartime French pilot writer-Master Antoine, and it also belongs to Cheng Chen in terms of the emotion of the spiritual book.

If you want to explain to your future exclusive spiritual master, the main purpose is of course to let each other's spiritual resonance.After briefly explaining the main emotional background of this heart-shattering sad fairy tale written by Master Antoine, what Cheng Chen shared with A Lang was the emotion he integrated into it.

The little prince who lost his own star was lost and lonely. He traveled freely, wandered in the strange universe, and encountered all kinds of wonderful things.Encounter warm heart, also encounter helpless away.He used to like roses and planted many beautiful and lovely flowers, but until the little prince lost his star, he couldn't find the flower that he could cherish and cherish.

On a strange star, the dream is always the once warm home.

Until one day, he met a stray wolf with skinny bones and tangled hair.

"That's me." A Lang pointed at the faintly golden handwriting and nodded resolutely.

"Yeah, that's you. It's a pity that I'm not good at drawing, otherwise it would be fun to draw a cute big wolf on the book, hahaha! Well, we domesticate each other. When I see Furry, I think of you. When you see The golden waves of wheat will think of me. From then on, we will be different from anyone else."

"No, I won't think of you." A Lang said seriously.

"Huh?!" Cheng Chen was a little embarrassed, bro, you don't get along so well, the director knows that there is no box lunch.

A Lang looked out of the window into the dense black night dotted with only a few stars, and said: "Your hair is black. I will not think of you when I see Mai Lang, but only the bun you gave me. I will think of you in the dark night, Think of your black soft hair, bright as stars, smiling eyes."

Cheng Chen looked at him silently for a long time, then stretched out his arms in front of his eyes.Goose bumps appeared on the tender little white arms.

"Hey, don't watch unhealthy romance dramas. The lines are very good. If you meet a girl you like in the future, you can say that. It will definitely make her happy. Well, thank you for thinking of me every night before going to bed, and if you can It would be nice not to think of me, and to sleep alone."

"Then are you happy?" A Lang asked persistently for an answer.

"Huh?! Oh, I'm glad you think so. It's better than when you see Baozi and think of me." Cheng Chen looked at him and replied indifferently.

The scars on Alang's body vaguely describe the sufferings of the past. No matter what the "fact of betrayal" is, his former spiritual master has given enough punishment to end the past.Cheng Chen was willing to give him a chance for a new life. He knew in his heart that this partner would not harm him—the exclusive spiritual enlightenment teacher might be a test for both of them.

Because you treat me with sincerity, I will repay you with sincerity, but please feel at ease.

Even if I get hurt in the future, I won't regret today's friendship, it's just parting.

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Cheng Chen also has a small plan for his future.After carefully exploring this wonderful different world for more than half a year, he has a deeper understanding of the value of the huge gold mine he brought from the big earth.

If you want to keep this huge gold mine, don't use it for the rest of your life, just thinking about it and licking it in the dark alone at night to comfort yourself is of course the safest way to keep it secret and also the most mentally retarded.

The best way to hide a tree is to hide it in the forest.

The giant gold mine hastily revealed in a high-profile way that it is a way to kill, but carefully took out a small piece of gold that people admire and appreciate but not coveted, in exchange for a suitable social status.Gradually gain a considerable background, and when you become a powerful behemoth, even if the giant gold mine is well known, it will only make people admire you, and you can't wait to be called Dad—just like everyone on the earth grows flowers. Papa Ma's strange man like that.

After preparing a lot of homework for the family's exclusive spiritual master reserve, and asking him to promise not to go to the construction site to earn small money, the 16-year-old future strange man, carrying a small schoolbag, went to elementary school again.

"What? You... want to participate in the selection for the writing class?" He Wan really wanted to pick out her ears.

Although the student Cheng Chen is a bit old, he is very worry-free and hard-working.He doesn't bully his younger classmates, he doesn't have any bad habits developed by rich people, he is usually popular among his classmates, and he has a little gift of memory and love of books.

But even so, it doesn't mean that a child who has only been enlightened for less than a year and has an extremely low level of spirituality is qualified to start learning such a serious and important writing course.

Writing is a very hard and serious business and should never be taken lightly.But... He Wan looked at her tender face with admiration and longing, handsome brows and slender eyes, and a little beard and beard, and she couldn't say a word to sternly refuse.

"Cheng Chen, you are a good boy, and you study hard. The teacher sees your words and deeds. But, you must know that the writing class is the most difficult experimental class in Longchuan. The requirements for other subjects are not high, but the test of students' writing ability is not difficult at 01:30.

Well, there are less than ten students in Group A who can be admitted to the 'Entrance Examination' every semester, and no one in our Group B has passed the exam in the past few decades, and it still has the last place to be eliminated..."

The teacher doesn't want you to hold joy and expectations, but be beaten to death by reality.

"I understand." Cheng Chen looked intently and longingly at the enthusiastic and gentle teacher He, and said firmly, his youthful face showed a passionate longing for the great career of writing.At this time, the unforgettable BGM of the middle school basketball game's hot-blooded animation automatically rang in my heart. At this moment, Mitsui's upper body!

"Teacher, I want to write an article!"

Uh, acting skills still have to be adapted to the time and the person. In a situation like his, it's okay to be cute, but it's too much to kneel and beg with tears and snot flowing into your mouth.

"...Okay. Come on!" Teacher He felt her nose sour, and tears seemed to come out of her eyes. She clenched her fists and made a cheering gesture, "Even if you fail, youth should be enthusiastic! It's better than calm Have a good time. The teacher supports you!"

Cheng Chen also grinned emotionally, and clenched his fists together to cheer!Occasionally a second-year girl!Thank you for your support, brother will definitely give you a special gift of love.

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When Hu Yuanlue received the application for the entrance examination of the writing class from any teacher, the head teacher of class 2 of the first year in Group B, he seemed to have a mythical beast strolling past leisurely in his heart.

"Vice President Hu, please take a closer look. This is a child with a sincere heart! Although Cheng Chen has only come to Longchuan for one semester, he can almost be ranked first in the class for his hard work. The grades in the class have also gradually increased, and the total score of the final exam is ranked second in the grade. I think that even if he fails to pass the assessment and enter the 'writing class', we should give him this opportunity, so as not to hurt the child's enthusiasm for literature. "

"Deputy" President Hu smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, nodding his head and listening seriously, while looking at the application form and secretly slandering him.This Mr. He is young, capable and responsible, and his teaching core is very good every year. He is his old Hu's capable man.It's just too serious - the principal is the principal, and I have to point out an adverb, afraid that I won't recognize my rank?It hurts my heart every time.

"Cheng Chen..." Lao Hu pondered for a moment looking at this somewhat familiar name, oh!It's that child who didn't wake up until he was 15 years old, that gentleman and Ms. Cheng's... Well, I specially approved him to enroll.I have done all the favors, and it is not so bad.If the child has no potential, he will give up after trying it. If there is any miracle in the event—reporting good news can catch up with the family, this is a waste of money.

"Well, well, children's immature hearts really need to be cherished. Teacher He, you have done a good job and lived up to our Longchuan school motto of 'benevolence, compassion, tenacity, and open-mindedness'. I support you." Old Hu Yizheng said sternly, Signed "Agree" with flying colors.

The selection test for the writing class is held three days before the start of each semester.

There are no divisions or grades in the writing class, only the writing talent and talent.Every semester, eight to ten new students will be selected through the examination, and the last three students will be eliminated at the same time. In addition to those who graduate every year, the total number of students in the class will roughly maintain a basic balance of about 50 students.

Although there are no divisions, the number of people applying for the examination in Group B is almost negligible every year. For decades, the number of people admitted is very gloriously equal to zero.

In Group A, those with outstanding writing ability and talent are the ones known every year.Everyone weighed each other's opponents and the quota of the year, calculated and calculated again, carefully prepared, and inquired deeply about the opponents before deciding to participate in the assessment.We must know that whether it is the unfortunate last place eliminated after passing the exam, or the self-esteem is too high to fail the exam, it is a great shame for the top students, how can they not be cautious?

When this group of proud little white swans, who are about to soar into the sky, suddenly mixes in with a tall and handsome local tyrant wild duck from Group B, the level of attention is completely equal to that of superstars.

It's useless, and you can't keep a low profile at all. 【A man like me is as bright and bright as a firefly in the dark no matter where he is. 】

Cheng Chen recited Zhou Xingxing's lines sadly in his heart, and in the eyes of many small four-eyed strange "admiration" - the height of the big man made them unable to make downward contempt movements - he strode into the holy place with his head held high. The "examination" examination room.