The Strongest Terror System

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It can be said that Laoban got angry in the class early in the morning, which has become his personal label. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd

If you come over one morning and find Lao Ban smiling and speaking in a low voice, it means that Lao Ban's microcosm is about to explode, and waiting for them next will definitely be a bolt from the blue.

The classmates sitting below hurriedly closed their mouths, and did not dare to discuss anything.

The old class saw that the students were quiet, and the expression on his face was somewhat relieved, and then asked:

"Do you think the physics questions in this exam are difficult?"

"It's not difficult, but it's too difficult. I didn't solve the last question."

"Yeah, is it your question, teacher?"

"Hey, not only the big questions are difficult, but the small ones are not easy."

As the old class brought up this topic again, the students immediately started talking again with a small complaint.

"This time the questions are a bit more difficult, but I have led you to do all the questions in it before. Besides, an exam is an exam, and any type of questions may be asked. Could it be that the college entrance examination will be held because you don't know how to do it? What type of question, will it not give you a question?

I won't talk about this right now. When the results come out tomorrow, I'll settle accounts with you! "

The old class has already released the harsh words in advance. After listening to this, the students are full of complaints. Although the old class is the head teacher, he does not care much about the grades of other subjects. If you fail the exam, you will be criticized.

Xia Feng didn't listen to what Lao Ban said at all, because after he successfully upgraded his mobile phone writing assistant, he found that he could use his mobile phone to code words online, and then he could either publish it directly, or save it in the draft box and keep it for regular publication later.

So from now on, he no longer has to spend time listening to lectures, stacking the books high, and then typing without distractions, the day will pass.

It can not only pass the time, but also satisfy the desire of readers to quickly catch up, and the most important thing is to make money.

A day passed in a blink of an eye, Xia Feng could say that he didn't listen to a minute of class, and most of the time was either used for coding or thinking about the next plot.

The results of his book "Death Blocks", with various increases, the results are still rising steadily.

At present, many books of great gods have been killed, and the ranking is at the forefront of the major rankings.

The editor looked for him once yesterday, but he didn't see it. When he and Wang Wanru went out of school together at night, he received a call from his editor in charge:

"Xia Feng? I'm your editor-in-charge. There will be an author salon at the end of the month. Many great authors will go there. Everyone will get to know each other and discuss the next creative trend.

I don't know if you have time to come and sit here? "

"Is there any benefit to participating in this author salon?"

When Xia Feng was in the previous world, he once participated in an author salon, but it was not organized by editors, and there were no great writers to participate.

To be precise, the salon he attended couldn't be called the Author's Salon at all, but should be called the Street Fighting Conference.

Because the people who went there were either 10,000-year-old street eunuchs or thousand-year-old eunuchs. When a dozen people met, they were like long-lost brothers, and they started to feel miserable when they sat together. If you were not too miserable, you would be embarrassed to speak.

"Now IP is hot, your book is so popular, it is very likely to be adapted in the future, and there will be some people in the film industry to go there to get to know each other, communicate, and improve yourself. It's always good to increase your popularity."

"I'll think about it, and I'll tell you on QQ when the time comes."

Hanging up the phone with the editor in charge, Wang Wanru, who was beside her, couldn't help but ask:

"Who called you?"

"My editor.

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"What does the editor-in-charge do?" Wang Wanru was very unfamiliar with the term "editor-in-charge".

"What should the editor-in-chief say? It's similar to a celebrity's agent. Each editor-in-chief has many authors, and then he will apply for a position in the station for the author he is optimistic about. Once the review is approved, the book will be promoted.

This is actually the same model as those announced by celebrities and participating in some programs.

He just called me and asked me to go to an author salon at the end of the month, which is a gathering of some authors, maybe some film people, or some people from investment companies. "

"Is there a writer's party? Is there any sand in there?"

Wang Wanru asked in anticipation after hearing this.

"I don't know, there may or may not be. In fact, I haven't decided whether to go or not, because the venue is definitely not here."

"This kind of opportunity is definitely coming, some TV dramas that have been very popular recently are all adaptations.

If your book can also be made into a TV series, wouldn't you become a star? "

"It's as simple as you think. The water here is deep, layer by layer."

Xia Feng didn't explain anything to Wang Wanru. After all, even if he said something, Wang Wanru might not be able to understand it.

But on the way back, Wang Wanru kept talking about ** sand.

**Sha is a well-known god-level writer. It is said that he is only in his twenties. He became famous with the Panic trilogy.

Although he is still writing a book, he has begun to transition to screenwriting. A very popular movie released this year is said to be the script he wrote.

Wang Wanru has been chasing **sha's books since she was in junior high school. She is a die-hard book fan of **sha. She has always wanted to get **sha's autograph, but she has never had the chance.

So after hearing that Xia Feng might go to the author salon at the end of the month, he expressed his desire to ask Xia Feng to help get a signed book.

Although it sounds a little sour in his heart, if he has a chance to meet ** Sha himself, he will try his best to satisfy Wang Wanru's little wishes.

After hearing their chat, Dong Jie even asked him to get an autograph for her if he could.

Seeing the two beauties around him, one big and one small, both admired the author~www.wuxiahere.com~ Xia Feng became curious about this person, and planned to check the information about that **sha when he got home.

Let's see if it has more heads than normal people, or has a little brother on the body, why it is so popular.

After returning from the outside, Xia Feng began to search for the author named **sha on the Internet.

Only then did I know that this **** was only 24 years old, and he was tall and handsome. In addition, he was talented in writing books, so it was no wonder that he was liked by girls.

Turning on the camera of the phone, and then posing for a few poses, Xia Feng suddenly felt that he was actually quite handsome, but because he was low-key, his performance was not obvious.

Even though it was almost ten o'clock, the lights in the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School were still brightly lit.

In the head teacher's office, the director of the teaching department is holding a meeting with several head teachers in the second year of high school.

"It has been confirmed that the second class will start tomorrow afternoon, and it will be divided into two experimental classes~www.wuxiahere.com~science experimental class and liberal arts experimental class.

It is clearly class 5 and class 8.

According to the grades, the top 60 students in the science year group entered Class 5, and the students who were separated out were disrupted into Class 7 and Class 6.

The top 60 liberal arts students entered class 8, and the students who were separated out entered classes 2 and 4 after being disrupted.

No objection, right? Then the meeting is over, and you can discuss the rest for yourself. "

After the director of the teaching department finished speaking, he hurriedly put on his clothes and left. After taking a sip of water, the old class was about to get up and leave when the class teacher of classes 7 and 6 stopped him.

"Old Zheng, I can tell you in advance that Xia Feng and He Wei are absolutely not in our class."

As soon as the head teacher of Class 7 came up, he strongly indicated that he did not want to accept Xia Feng and He Wei.

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