After working for several months, I realized that the work of the class teacher is really not something that humans do. The old teachers in the school avoid it. They are just new recruits who know nothing and are willing to rush up.

However, being a class teacher is not unhelpful. In addition to a few dozen yuan more per month, being a class teacher is also a necessary condition for professional title evaluation.

After this year, he can get his professional title.

But Yu Chun comes from his family and knows his family affairs. He is a child from the countryside, and he doesn't have the same kind of worldly style as some people.

There is no root or bottom in Zhuozhou, even if you evaluate your professional title, it is useless. It is just a few more dollars in salary every month.

After working for two years, he has gradually understood the reality and cruelty of this society.

Even though he understands it, he can't help but be able to do it.

This may be the poor and false aloofness, Yu Chunlai laughed at himself in his heart.

"You don't know my personality. Being a teacher is quite suitable for me."

He politely declined Sister Deng's kindness. At this moment, the bell for the first class in the afternoon rang. Yu Chunlai walked towards the classroom with a lesson plan in his hand holding a thermos cup, as if he had a bit of an old teacher's style.

After watching the last evening study session at around 8 o'clock in the evening, Yu Chunlai finally breathed a sigh of relief after returning to the single dormitory arranged by the school.

He doesn't hate class, but he hates endless classes and has no freedom at all.

Except for lunch break every day, only this time before going to bed at night is his own.

There is a simple bookshelf on his desk, which is filled with books he usually reads. He half-lying on the bed and rested for a while.

He picked up a book from the bookshelf.

The book looks a bit old, with burrs on the edges, and the two "father" on the cover are eye-catching.

This is the first time he has read this book, but every time he read it, he still has a new feeling. This is probably the charm of the classic.

Looking at the book, Yu Chunlai's thoughts drifted away unconsciously. He suddenly thought of May 1997, when he was still a carefree college student.

A group of students from the literary club were excited to see the grand performance of "Father" in the newspaper in the Capital Theater. After a few people planned to board the train to Yanjing during the weekend.

As a result, when they arrived at the entrance of the Capital Theater, they found that the tickets for "Father" had already been sold out.

The few people finally came to Yanjing and went back like this, so they really didn't give up. They asked people and learned that the tickets were still released tomorrow morning in "Father", so the few people planned to stay in Yanjing for one night and wait for them to come tomorrow morning to buy tickets.

The next day, the few people got up happily and arrived at the entrance of the Capital Theater before 6 o'clock, but they didn't expect that there were already long queues here.

The few people were stunned on the spot, but were unwilling to leave like this, so they lined up at the end of the line.

After the tickets were released, within two minutes, the ticket salesperson shouted from a distance: "There are no tickets! There are no tickets! There are no need to queue up behind them!"

Their classmates were immediately disappointed. When they were about to leave, for some reason, they heard the noise in front of the team.

They didn't understand what the situation was, so they rushed forward with the flow of people.

"It's collapsed! It's collapsed! Don't squeeze it!"

The ticket hall of the Capital Theater collapsed and was squeezed out.

Fortunately, the ticket hall is simple in structure and does not cause any casualties.

When Yu Chunlai and his friends saw this scene, they no longer felt like catching tickets. They took the train back to school in shame.

It was a bit disappointing when he didn't watch the drama "Father" but it became the most unforgettable thing in his university.

Thinking back to the carefree happiness at that time, Yu Chunlai showed a look of nostalgia on his face, and when he read the novel, he felt a lot of emotion.

He suddenly sat up, got up and sat down at the desk, spread out the letter paper, intending to write this short story.

He was born in the countryside and felt a little inferior. He was actually very moved by the conditions of his blind date introduced by Sister Deng to him, but he was afraid that others would dislike his conditions.

He liked to write since high school. After he went to college, he posted several "tofu cubes" in the newspaper, but that's all.

Yu Chunlai's heart has always had a "writer's dream" that is difficult to speak of. He longs to change his destiny by relying on writing.

But he dared not tell others because he was afraid of being ridiculed by others and overestimated his ability.

He did not expect to become a famous writer at home and abroad like Lin Chaoyang. As long as he could publish a few short stories in magazines such as "Harvest" and "October", he would be compiled and published by the publisher later.

By that time, he could wave his novel collection and say to everyone with his head held high and said, "I am a writer."

It's right.

No. 166 Chaonei Street, the second floor of the back building, the editorial department of "Contemporary".

Zhu Changsheng was depressed when he watched the trailer of the special account in the sixth issue of "Harvest" this year. Although he had learned from Lin Chaoyang that he had given the new book to "Harvest", he still felt regretful when he saw the information in the magazine with his own eyes.

At the same time, he was filled with self-blame. He heard Lin Chaoyang talk about "Harvest" about Cheng Yongxin going to Xiaoliubukou Hutong to squat the manuscript.

If I had known this trick was effective for Lin Chaoyang, he would have no problem going there once a month, not to mention going there once a day.

Of course, this is all a story.

Yanjing is more than 1,000 kilometers away from Shanghai, and once a month, he traveled for more than half a year. He talked to Cheng Yongxin and "Harvest"

I still admire my determination and perseverance.

"Issue 6 special account, this is probably the first time that the Chinese journal industry has created a world-class news, right?" asked Liu Yin, a lesbian in the editorial department.

"It's not just the journal industry, but the literary world has never heard of this. A novel is enough to publish 6 special accounts. If anyone has published this space in the journal, it will be published directly." The answer was the young editor Yang Xinlan.

Everyone understands that according to common sense, Lin Chaoyang's new book is not suitable for magazine publication at all, and it must be published directly in a set.

With his fame and influence, publishing houses across the country have to come to beg for him as long as they nodded.

The reason why he chose to publish magazines now is to increase reader attention and sales to the major literary magazines that are increasingly declining.

"Chaoyang is a loss to do this. They are also embarrassed to "Harvest". Isn't this obviously taking advantage of others?

Zhu Changsheng's tone was full of sourness.

Wang Zhaoqian, who happened to enter the door, said, "Don't you know? The "Harvest" has given Chaoyang a royalty to the matter this time."

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, "Is it a royalty available for publication?"

"What's wrong with the new rules for royalty remuneration? It just so happens that it's a special account, just one work and one author, and it's better settled."

"That's OK." Zhu Changsheng said, and then said: "But Chaoyang still suffers. The 6th issue of special number, who will buy the book in the future?"

"Okay, Lao Zhu. You can smell the sour smell between two miles. Who made you not squat at Chaoyang's house?"

Liu Yin said with a teasing look.

Zhu Changsheng became even more depressed when she uncovered the scar.

"Chaoyang is busy writing books. Can I be embarrassed to disturb you every day? It's just Cheng Yongxin's shamelessness to do such a thing!"

All of my colleagues have naked hatred, and this is absolutely true.

Then Zhu Changsheng said again: "Forget it, if you haven't obtained the manuscript, you haven't obtained it. It's not that our family hasn't obtained it. Didn't "Flower City" not get it even after working with Chaoyang for so many years?"
Chapter completed!