After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Chen Kaiqiang's wrinkled face flushed red.He has been teaching for more than 20 years, and has never been so humiliated in front of students.

But his words have already been spoken, and there is no room for redemption.

Under the gaze of the whole class, it took him a long time to utter a word with difficulty.

"I'm sorry... I blamed you wrongly."

The students below were all taken aback.

Chen Kaiqiang's temper is notoriously tough, and he almost never admits his mistakes, even in front of the principal.

Such a person actually apologized to Song Zhulan?

This is too amazing!

For a moment, the way they looked at Song Zhulan changed.

Song Zhulan didn't say anything about this reluctant apology, she just calmly returned to her seat and sat down.

The stomach pain was still severe, but inquiring eyes came from all directions in the classroom.Song Zhulan never liked being willing to let people pry into her discomfort, so she didn't lie on her stomach like before, but stared at the math paper in front of her in a daze.

There are some things emerging from the depths of memory, precious candies, which are still sweet and beautiful after years.

He was so calm, but the rest of the people were still in shock.

Chen Kaiqiang stood on the podium and continued to explain the finale topic just now, but no one was interested in listening to it—Song Zhulan's speech was good enough, Zhuyu was in front, and no one would appreciate Chen Kaiqiang's dry explanation.

Someone whispered below: "What is Lao Chen talking about? Song Zhulan just explained it clearly. After listening to him, why am I confused again?"

"Yeah, his thinking is so complicated, and it took several detours."

"I used to hear that he didn't understand the class, and I always thought it was my fault. Looking at it now, his teaching is not very good. It's not as good as Song Zhulan..."

When Chen Kaiqiang was lecturing, he was still thinking about what happened just now, and he was absent-minded. He heard the communication of the students below him clearly, and felt embarrassed and angry.

I was in a hurry, and I talked a lot when I was talking about the topic, and I made a few mistakes.He corrected it hastily, bit the bullet and finished speaking. He was about to erase Song Zhulan's handwriting and switch to the next question, but a student raised his hand.

"Teacher, can you wipe it later? I want to copy all the steps of Song Zhulan's problem-solving."

He looked up and saw that he was the representative of his mathematics class. He had never been enlightened in mathematics and had to ask himself questions every day.

For some reason, Chen Kai was so angry that he didn't fight.

The action of cleaning the blackboard continued, and he said: "Don't take what you heard in the remedial class as a treasure. Even if you are lucky and bump into the original question in the quiz, you won't be able to meet it if it matches the college entrance examination."

"Some people, don't be complacent. Mathematics is profound and profound, and you can't learn it by memorizing the answers."

This statement is obviously biased.

Song Zhulan's lectures involved solutions to similar questions of the same type. Obviously, he was very familiar with the knowledge of sequence of numbers, not memorizing the answers as Chen Kaiqiang said.

Everyone cautiously looked in Song Zhulan's direction, only to see the young man who had been staring at the empty test paper raised his head.

The eyes are indescribably sharp.

Song Zhulan felt sick.

His stomach was already uncomfortable, but now he felt like vomiting even more.

Playboys like Qin Jingye, after realizing their own mistakes, can generously admit their mistakes and try to make up for them.But Chen Kaiqiang is a good example of a teacher, not only can't preach and teach knowledge to solve doubts, but also put disgraceful hats on students' heads, which is very slippery.

If it were another occasion, Song Zhulan would not be angry when faced with such a jumping clown.But it happens that I am in school now, and this is still a math class.

——In the first 15 years of his life, the only harbor.

He couldn't tolerate being defiled by someone like Chen Kaiqiang.

When Song Zhulan was really angry, he was calmer.

He raised his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, I remember what you said just now. If I prove that I didn't cheat, you have to apologize to me in front of the whole school."

"I do not have--"

Song Zhulan interrupted him: "If you don't admit it, we will check the surveillance. It doesn't matter if there is no sound on the video screen. I can ask someone who can read lips to figure out what you said."

His tone was calm, but aggressive, Chen Kaiqiang pointed at Song Zhulan, his chest heaved violently, and he said angrily after a while: "Don't push yourself!"

"You can be so proud of just getting one question right? If you are capable, you can get this kind of result in a single shot—"

"Okay." Song Zhulan's amber eyes narrowed slightly: "At Yimo's commendation meeting, if I take the stage, please apologize to me in front of the teachers and students of the whole school. Apologize to you on the big platform."

Chen Kaiqiang snorted coldly and agreed.

Only the top [-] in the grade can take the stage at the one-model commendation ceremony.Even if Song Zhulan is really good at mathematics, how much can other subjects improve in just half a month?

Song Zhulan's elective course is history of physics and biology, plus two subjects of Chinese and English, all of which are based on the usual accumulation. Among other things, those ancient poems and essays alone cannot be memorized within half a month.

Song Zhulan wants to be in the top [-] of the grade in the exam?dream!

The math class ended in a weird atmosphere. Chen Kaiqiang left in a hurry and even forgot to leave his homework.

Song Zhulan sat on the seat, drinking water slowly.When the cup was put down, a few students gathered around the seat.

The leading boy scratched his head embarrassingly: "Well... sorry, I don't quite understand a question, and Lao Chen didn't explain it clearly. Can you..."

Song Zhulan: "Which way?"

The boy hurriedly pushed his paper: "The penultimate question, the third small question."

This is the most learned group of people in the class. They are only busy studying every day in the third year of high school. They just ignored the original owner and did not slander them maliciously.

Song Zhulan has never been stingy in helping those who have no enmity with him and work hard.He glanced at the stem of the question, and explained in detail the way of answering the question, and the students behind him suddenly realized.

The leading boy praised: "Brother Song, you are too strong! You speak so much better than Old Chen!"

The crowd joined in.

"that is!"

"And he has a much better temper!"

"We have hated Chen Kaiqiang for a long time, Brother Song, you bet with him that you will win this time!"

"By the way, these are my review materials, Chinese and history." After speaking, a girl behind took out a thick booklet, blushing a little while speaking: "You can take a copy and return it to me tomorrow Just do it."

"That's right! Xiaobai's notes are the most detailed. Brother Song, you can take them and read them."

"Here's my physics notes, too."

"It's biological."

When Jiang Xiaofeng came to pick him up at noon, Song Zhulan's bag was already full of review materials for various subjects, of which Chinese and history accounted for two-thirds.

When the assistant saw the full amount of information, he was surprised at first, and then relieved: "Xiaolan, you finally started to work hard! Do you have a goal?"

"Well," Song Zhulan said, "it's fine to be in the early twenties."

"Twenty years old?" Jiang Xiaofeng was taken aback, and forced out a sentence: "Come on."

Having a goal is a good thing, but this is too eager to achieve it, right?

Song Zhulan smiled lightly, but didn't say anything to refute.

Sitting in the car, with his hands folded in front of him, he roughly analyzed the situation of each subject in his mind and made a preliminary plan.

After more than ten years in the end of the world, Song Zhulan has long forgotten all the ancient poems and classical Chinese. In terms of literary literacy alone, it is hard to say whether he can be compared to a junior high school student.

And the history of this world has never been heard of by him.It is indeed not easy even for him to recite such a large amount of content in a short period of time.

But what he set his mind to do, it never came true.

"Xiao Lan, we're here."

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped, and Jiang Xiaofeng called him softly, "Put your things in the nanny's car first, and you can go directly to Brother Zhao Bin."

Song Zhulan said yes lightly.

Zhao Bin is the company's gold agent, besides him, he also brought many well-known artists.The original body didn't have much contact with this manager, and every time he saw him, he basically confessed to work.

Song Zhulan walked towards Zhao Bin's office following his memory.

When he arrived, several people just came out of the office together, and when they saw Song Zhulan, they all obviously avoided him.

Song Zhulan ignored them, walked straight inside, and said hello to the person behind the desk.

Zhao Bin is about 40 years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, ordinary and approachable.

"Xiao Lan is here, sit down." Seeing Song Zhulan coming, he had a warm smile on his face.

Song Zhulan smiled politely at Zhao Bin, pulled out the chair and sat down, waiting for him to speak.

Zhao Bin smiled eagerly on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes at all.

Zhao Bin poured him a cup of tea.

"Xiao Lan, you have been in the company for almost ten years. Speaking of which, you were only this tall when you signed the contract, and you were accompanied by your mother." He smiled and gestured for an approximate height, and his tone was full of nostalgia. It seemed that he was already Song Zhulan's manager at that time.

Song Zhulan waited coldly for the next sentence.

Zhao Bin wasn't annoyed when he didn't receive a reply, and said slowly, "In a flash, you're already this old, and your contract is about to expire in less than a year, but you still have no works in hand, and you don't have established fans. Going one step further, you can't relax at all now."

After going around for a long time, they didn't get to the point, as if the two were really having a heart-to-heart talk.

Song Zhulan put down the teacup and looked directly at Zhao Bin with amber eyes.

"Brother Zhao Bin, just speak up if you have anything to say."

It was only half a month away from the first model, and he wanted to go back to review as soon as possible.

Zhao Bin paused, and pulled out a stack of documents from the folder.

"Okay then," he spoke quickly, "For your career development consideration, we hope you will participate in more activities and show your face. This is a new cooperation I've discussed. Take a look and you'll know what's in your mind."

His voice was still as gentle as before, but his tone was not at all negotiable, and he resolutely pushed the document towards Song Zhulan.

There are quite a lot of documents, and Song Zhulan's status as a college entrance examination candidate has not been considered at all-the company wants to squeeze the value of this black and red artist to the extreme during the last year of the contract.

Song Zhulan took a quick glance, most of them were shows, and besides that, there was another play, which was scheduled to join the group on this Thursday, that is, two days later.

Zhao Bin helped the frame of the mirror and said, "This is a newly discussed drama. Don't think it's an online drama, but it's an IP adaptation, and the subject matter is not bad. Rong Lin is the first male, and you are the second male. The two partners are also topical. You How do you feel, Xiaolan?"

Rong Lin?Isn't he the one who kept taunting him at the banquet that day?

Song Zhulan's gaze sank.

That topic is really high.

Rong Lin and Yuan Chen debuted at the same time and acted in the same play.It's just that at that time, the original body played the role of the little emperor, so he received a lot of praise, while Rong Lin was just an inconspicuous companion, basically leaving no shadow.

Ten years later, his image was reversed, and Song Zhulan assisted Rong Lin.

Zhao Bin took a sip of tea with satisfaction.

The general public is happy to see such a reversal, and they can make a small fortune from it.

As for Song Zhulan's own wishes... who cares about those?

Then he heard the little artist on the opposite side say.

"I disagree."