Chapter 7: Deskmate ()

Wang Xiaoming found that the position he chose was really excellent. Originally, Teacher Zhang arranged for him to sit outside Wang Yu, but Wang Xiaoming used the two cents given by Wang Kun to buy two candies for Wang Yu to eat. This was also his first time to be reborn, and then his seat was changed with him. Teacher Zhang didn't say anything after seeing it, and it was considered a default.

Now there is a wall on the left of Wang Xiaoming, and the right of Wang Yu is a tall and big horse. It can also be regarded as a wall. The students in front are not short. In this case, if Wang Xiaoming sits in the seat, if Teacher Zhang doesn't pay attention, he will not be able to see Wang Xiaoming at all.

Two days later, Wang Xiaoming found Wang Kun, "Dad, I want a ballpoint pen."

"What do you want a ballpoint pen?" Wang Kun is now a Murakami accountant. He has been reading accounting books every day during this period. He often reads books in the middle of the night at night. Even Wang Xiaoming admires him very much. He is in his thirties, but he feels so ruthless when learning new things.

"I want to write something." Wang Xiaoming said that in rural primary schools, they are not qualified to use ballpoint pens or fountain pens until the third grade. Wang Xiaoming is not interested in fountain pens now because it has to change ink from time to time, which is too eye-catching.

"Okay, but you have to take care of it and don't write on the wall casually, do you know?" If it were in the past, Wang Kun would definitely not have had a surplus ballpoint pen, he only had one fountain pen. But now he is an accountant in the village and the village has given him several skewers.

"I know, I will definitely love it." Wang Xiaoming said happily. "By the way, dad, can you fold the letter paper?"

"What do you want to write a letter? Write a letter? But who are you writing to?" Wang Kun smiled. He never refused Wang Xiaoming's requirements for his study, even if he was playing. For example, when he was in the middle school in the town, Wang Xiaoming wanted to borrow other people's four classics to read. Although Wang Kun knew that he was trying to play, he still borrowed them for him.

"Don't worry about this, you will know when the time comes." Wang Xiaoming said.

With ballpoint pens and letter paper, Wang Xiaoming will no longer be bored during class. Every time Teacher Zhang is in class, Wang Xiaoming will pretend to listen carefully and then write things by himself.

"Wang Xiaoming, what are you writing?" Wang Yu suddenly asked softly in Wang Xiaoming's ear when Teacher Zhang was writing on the blackboard, because he saw Wang Xiaoming writing quickly on the letter paper, but he didn't know a few of them. You should know that in the kindergarten class, there was basically nothing. Perhaps the ten Arabic numerals, zero to nine, were the only gain.

"I'm making up stories." Wang Xiaoming replied casually.

"What story? Tell me." Wang Yu suddenly became interested. How could a seven-year-old child not like to listen to stories?

Wang Xiaoming regretted what he said just now. He said something bad, but he was making up stories. Now he was asking for trouble.

"Don't yell, be careful to let the teacher hear it." Wang Xiaoming said quickly.

"Okay, but what's the story?" Wang Yu asked softly.

"I'll tell you after class." Wang Xiaoming said, and at the same time, he immediately put away the ballpoint pen and the letter paper. It seems that it's really difficult to do something if he doesn't get Wang Yu done.

Wang Xiaoming is actually making up stories. To be precise, he should be writing novels. Youdao is familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he can recite them even if he can't write poems. What's more, Wang Xiaoming started reading martial arts novels in high school, and became obsessed with online novels after graduating from college. The storyline is full, and now all he needs is to put them back on their "flesh and flesh" and express them in his own style and words.

In his previous life, Wang Xiaoming's biggest hobby was reading novels on the Internet, but most of the Internet are online novels, and most of them have yy plots. Nowadays, online novels are not popular at all, and even if they are written, they will not read them. So Wang Xiaoming decided to write a traditional martial arts novel, which is also his way of making money after thinking about it for a long time.

Wang Xiaoming knows what kind of business is the most profitable in this era, but he must have the capital to do business. My father has been teaching for more than ten years. Wang Xiaoming knows that his family has no money. He should know what money does a private teacher have in a month? It is better than a farmer who faces the loess and is on the sky, but it can only be said that he can live. Otherwise, the family would not have eaten meat once a month!

If you do a business without foundation, Wang Xiaoming only needs to write after thinking about it. He only needs a pen and a few pieces of paper and a stamp of eight cents. The business will begin.

But novels are not that easy to write. First of all, Wang Xiaoming doesn't want this to be known to everyone. In fact, if the novel is really published, what should I do if the manuscript fee is sent? Can I get it myself? Can I get it? These are all problems. But now, my novel has not been written yet, so Wang Xiaoming has not considered these problems for the time being. I believe that a good solution will be found in the future.

After class, Wang Yu didn't go anywhere, and he wanted to listen to his story. In this era, a villain book would be flipped into pieces and would not throw away. A story could be told dozens or hundreds of times, while some people would never get tired of it. This is the lack of information. If it were replaced by the 21st century, there would be no market for things without new ideas.

"In ancient times, there was a young man whose whole family was killed by his enemies, leaving him alone... He learned his skills by famous teachers, and promoted justice... In the end, he killed all his enemies!"

Wang Xiaoming casually made up an old martial arts story for him, but Wang Yu had never heard of this. Before Wang Xiaoming could tell, he was already fascinated.

"Are you finished speaking?" Wang Yu asked with unsatisfactory thought.

"I've finished talking, what else do you think you're going to do?" Wang Xiaoming actually just told him the introduction. You have to know that it's only ten minutes to rest during class, so how can you finish the story of a novel?

"Can you tell me again after school?" Wang Yu hurriedly said after the class bell rang.

"Will you listen to me in the future?" Wang Xiaoming had already seen respect in Wang Yu's eyes. He knew that he had something to let Wang Yu cover him up in the future.

"Of course, I will listen to whatever you say." Wang Yu tilted his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay, now is class time. You listen carefully and don't care what I do. If the teacher comes, please remind me." Wang Xiaoming said.

"This is no problem. I will definitely stand up for you and keep a good whistle." Wang Yu said. Most of the stories he heard before were caused by the People's Liberation Army's attack on the enemy, and he had never been exposed to martial arts subjects.
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