Terror System
The book author salon

It could be said that Lao Ban was angry in class in the morning, which had become his personal label.

If he came one morning and found Lao Ban smiling and speaking in a low voice, it meant that the Lao Ban microcosm would explode, and it would definitely be very fast waiting for their next.

The classmates sitting below hurriedly closed their mouths, not daring to discuss anything.

When the old class saw that the students were all silent, his facial expression was somewhat relieved, and then he asked.

"Do you think the physics of this exam is difficult?"

"It's not hard, but it's too hard. As for the last question, I didn't do it."

"Yes, did the teacher ask you?"

"Hey, not just the big questions are hard, but the small ones aren't easy."

As the old class raised this topic again, the students immediately started talking again with small grievances.

“This time it's a little harder, but I've had you do all the stuff in it before. After all, a test is a test, and all kinds of questions can be asked. Could it be a college entrance exam? will it be held because you don't know how to do it? What kind of question, won't it give you a question?"

"I'm not going to talk about this right now. When the results come out tomorrow, I will settle the account with you! "

The old class had already put out harsh words before, and the students were full of complaints after listening. Even though the old class was the principal, he didn't really care about the grades of other subjects, but if someone gave him physics If you failed the exam, you would be criticized.

Xia Feng did not listen to what Lao Ban said at all, because after he managed to improve his mobile phone writing assistant, he found that he could use his phone to encode words online, he said, and then he can publish it directly, or save it in the draft box for further publication.

So from now on, he no longer needed to use listening to lectures to pass the time. He piled books up high, then concentrated on typing. The day will end.

It can not only pass the time, but also satisfy the reader's desire to catch up immediately, and most importantly, make money.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. Xia Feng could tell that he had not listened a single minute of class. Most of the time is used for coding or thinking about the next plot.

With increasing recommendations, the score of his book "Death Block" is still increasing.

Currently, many great god books had been killed, and their ranks were at the forefront of the main ranks.

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

"Xia Feng's? I'm your editor-in-charge. There will be a writer's salon at the end of the month, and many great writers will go there. Everyone will get to know each other and discuss the next creative trend."

"I wonder if you have time to come and sit here? "

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

When Xia Feng was in the world before, he had once participated in a writer's salon, but it was not organized by an editor, and no great writers participated.

To be exact, the salon he attended could not at all be called a writer's salon, but it should be called a bashing conference.

Because the people who go there are 10,000-year-old street eunuchs or thousand-year-old eunuchs. When a dozen people met, they were like long-lost brothers, and they began to feel sad as they sat together. If you are not too miserable, you will be ashamed to talk.

“Now IP is hot, your book is very popular, most likely it will be adapted in the future. At that time, there will be some people in the film industry who will go there to get to know each other, communicate, and increase their popularity. It's always good."

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

Closing the phone with the editor in charge, Wang Wanru, who was beside him, was unwilling to ask.

"Who called you?"

"My editor is in charge."

“What does editor-in-charge do?” Wang Wanru is very unfamiliar with the term “editor-in-charge”.

"What should the editor-in-chief say? It is similar to a celebrity agent. Each editor-in-chief has many writers, and then he will apply for a recommendation position on the website for a writer whom he is optimistic. Reviews are approved, books will be promoted."

"She just called me and asked me to go to a writer's salon at the end of the month, which is a meeting of some writers, maybe some filmmakers, or some people from an investment company. "

"Is there a writer's party? Is there quicksand?"

Wang Wanru asked with a hint of anticipation after hearing this.

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

“A chance like this is definitely coming. Some of the popular TV dramas these days are all based on novels.

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

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

Xia Feng also did not 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 the wind and sand.

Feng Quicksand was a famous god-level writer. It is said that he was only in his twenties. He became famous for the Panic trilogy.

Although he is still writing books, he has begun to transform into a screenwriter. A very popular movie released this year is said to be written by him.

Wang Wanru had been chasing after Feng Liusha's books ever since he was in junior high school. He was a lover of Feng Liusha's books. He had always wanted to obtain Feng Liusha's signature, but he never had a chance.

So after hearing that Xia Feng might go to the writer's salon at the end of the month, she expressed her desire to have Xia Feng help get the signed book.

Although it sounded a little sour in his heart, if he had the chance to meet Feng Liusha himself, he would try his best to fulfill Wang Wanru's small wish.

In the end, after hearing their chat, Dong Jie even asked her to get an autograph for him if she could.

Looking at the two beautiful women around him, one big and one small, both admiring the author, Xia Feng also became curious about this person, and planned to check the information about Feng Liusand online when he got home.

Let's see if she has more heads than a normal person or a younger brother on her body, why she is so popular.

After returning from the outside, Xia Feng started searching the Internet for a writer named Feng Liusha.

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

He turned on his cell phone camera, and then posed for some poses. Xia Feng suddenly felt that he was actually quite handsome, but because he was humble, his appearance was unclear.

Although it was almost ten, the lights in the No. 1 Junior High School teaching building were still brightly lit.

In the principal's room, the director of the teaching department held a meeting with several principals in the second year of high school.

“Already confirmed. The second class will start tomorrow afternoon, and will be divided into two experiment classes, a science experiment class, and a liberal arts experiment class."

"That's obviously Class 5 and Class 8."

"According to his grades, the top 60 students in the IPA year group entered 5th grade, and the separated students were bullied and entered 7th and 6th grade."

"the best 60 liberal arts students enter grade 8, and separated students enter grades 2 and 4 after being bullied."

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

After the director of the teaching department finished speaking, he hurriedly put on his clothes and left.After sipping water, the old class was about to get up and leave when the 7th and 6th grade teachers stopped him.

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

As soon as the headmaster of Grade 7 appeared, he firmly pointed out that he did not want to accept Xia Feng and He Wei.