Second floor.
In the corridor.
Class 6's public class ended early. The parents had already come out. They were chatting outside, while those who were addicted to smoking were hiding in the bathroom.
"Eh? Why is there such a commotion in Class 1? "
"What's the matter? The teacher is reading the text? "
"It's not the text. I heard that the experimental class is writing an essay today."
"Oh, a student's essay? Let's go and listen. "
"Sure, but let's be a little quieter. Look, the school leaders and teachers are inside."
Following that, many curious parents came to Class 1's door. They immediately heard Zhang Ye reciting the "Tribute to the White Poplar"!
A parent touched the goosebumps on his hands. His eyes were filled with shock.
The other parents were also stunned hearing this. Someone looked at the parent from before, "Friend, are you sure this is an essay written by a primary school student?"
That person wiped his sweat, "That's right. Their class is having a public essay class."
The parents could not help but break out in a cold sweat. Were primary school students these days so awesome?
… …
A few minutes later, the public class ended.
"Class dismissed."
"Stand up."
"Goodbye, students."
"Goodbye, Teacher."
The language teacher chuckled, "Thank you, parents, for coming. Today's class will end here. You can bring the children home. Today's homework is for everyone to write an essay on 'Tribute to the White Poplar'. The teacher will check it in class tomorrow."
The moment the class ended, Chenchen's seat was immediately surrounded by children!
"Chenchen! Your uncle is so awesome! "Dede was the first to run over.
Chenchen did not have the smugness that other children her age would have. She still had that scowl on her face as she calmly said, "It's passable."
"Is your uncle a superstar?" Another boy asked, "Why do the principal and teachers know him?"
Chenchen silently put away her pencil case and books and said, "You can say so. I didn't know he was so famous."
"Chenchen, let's go home together."
"I want to go too. Let Dad drive us."
"Chenchen, Chenchen, do you want to come to my house to play? My house is very close. "
A bunch of boys and girls crowded around her. They asked all sorts of questions and had a friendly attitude.
When Zhang Ye saw this, he felt rather gratified. Of course, he wanted to see the little rascal have a good relationship with her classmates. Actually, Little Chenchen was very cute and pretty, like a porcelain doll. There was probably no other child as beautiful as her in the entire school. From an aesthetic point of view, everyone would be willing to play with her. However, Little Chenchen was too cold, and had a maturity that did not match her age. This resulted in her not fitting in with the crowd. After today's matter, he believed that Chenchen's interpersonal relationships would likely improve. This was the only thing Zhang Ye could do.
Tong Tong and her father no longer said a word at this time. The father brought his daughter out of the classroom. He didn't stay for a moment longer. He felt very embarrassed.
"Teacher Zhang Ye!" The language teacher suddenly walked over.
Zhang Ye, who was also about to bring the child home, stopped in his tracks and looked at her. He recalled that she had wanted to say something in class, but stopped herself. She had even said that they would talk after class. He asked, "Teacher, you were …?" The language teacher was a little embarrassed.
"Actually, actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that … I especially like your poems. Your 'Flying Bird and Fish', 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' and 'A Generation', I've read them more than ten times. Now, I can even recite them without missing a word. Especially the 'Dead Water' you recited a few days ago. That's my favorite. I'm your hardcore fan!" Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed. She looked like she was about the same age as Zhang Ye. Even if she had to graduate, it wouldn't be more than two years ago. She hesitated for a moment before taking out a book.
When Zhang Ye heard this, he felt embarrassed, "Ah? Thank you, thank you. "
The language teacher held the book and looked at him eagerly, "Can I have an autograph? My husband also likes you. He likes your 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'. He stays up late every night to listen to it. He has not missed a single episode! "
Zhang Ye immediately took the book, "That's definitely not a problem. How many do you want?"
"One … No, two would be best." The language teacher was very happy as she handed him a pen.
Zhang Ye's handwriting was not particularly nice, but that was his normal handwriting. For autographs, his handwriting was still very beautiful. Speaking of which, it was a little funny. This fellow had specially practiced in the past. Ever since he was young, he had a dream of becoming famous. He fantasized that one day, someone would ask for his autograph. Today, his wish had finally come true. Thinking about it, this was the first time a fan had asked him for an autograph. It was a memorable day.
"I've signed it." Zhang Ye returned it to her.
"Thank you! Thank you! "The language teacher was especially excited.
Chenchen shot a cold glance in their direction.
Zhang Ye casually rubbed little Chenchen's head and said to the language teacher, "Chenchen, this child is not very sensible and disobedient. Please take care of her in the future."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The language teacher immediately said, "Don't worry, I will definitely teach the child well." Upon saying this, seeing that there were no adults around, she suddenly whispered, "With Chenchen's results, she might be transferred out of the experimental class this semester or next semester to another class, but … I will definitely fight for Chenchen and not let her be transferred."
Zhang Ye said, "Then I'll have to thank you."
At this moment, the form teacher, Zhao Mei, also walked up quickly, "Teacher Zhang, give me an autograph too. I'm a loyal supporter of your fairy tales. Hur Hur, back then, I even got the school's teachers to vote for 'Little Bunnies Be Good', but my favorite is still 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'."
"Then I'll definitely sign it. Thank you for your support." Zhang Ye signed another autograph for Zhao Mei.
After that, Zhang Ye bade farewell to the teachers. Then, he stretched out his hand and said to little Chenchen, "Let's go. Time to go home for lunch."
Chenchen once again gave a look of disdain, but she still obediently placed her little hand in Zhang Ye's big hand and let him hold it.
Zhang Ye led the child out of the classroom.
The other parents and children who had not left watched them leave and were still discussing.
… …
Noon.
Jiaomen East.
The two of them arrived at their house and took the elevator up.
Zhang Ye bragged, "How was it, little rascal? Now you know how powerful your Uncle Zhang is, right? In the future, don't be so rude to your Uncle Zhang. You must know how to respect your elders. "
Chenchen smirked, "Hur Hur."
Zhang Ye, "…"
When the elevator arrived, Zhang Ye led her to the landlady's small duplex and pressed the doorbell.
Not long after, Rao Aimin, who was wearing an apron and had her hair tied up, opened the door, "You're back? Wash your hands and prepare to eat. "
Rao Chenchen returned to her room by herself. Zhang Ye followed Rao Aimin into the kitchen to help, but when he saw the table full of dishes, he was shocked, "Landlady Auntie, what day is it today? Why are there so many dishes? Or is there someone else? How many people are eating? "
Rao Aimin said as she stir-fried, "Just the three of us."
"That's too much. How can the three of us have such a big appetite?" Zhang Ye found it extravagant.
Rao Aimin did not even look at him, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just wait to eat." With a pause, she said, "Just now, Teacher Chenchen called me. I heard about what happened at school. Not bad, I didn't expect you to be so famous. Even the teachers know you?"
Zhang Ye said smugly, "That's right. It's only you who keeps trampling on me. It's not that I'm bragging, but with that popularity of mine, don't even mention it!"
Rao Aimin shrugged her shoulders, "Hur Hur."
Rao Chenchen, who came in from behind, smirked, "Hur Hur."
The mother and daughter laughed at the same time. Their expressions and demeanor were the same, which made Zhang Ye very depressed.
You're the Hur Hur!
Your whole family is Hur Hur!
… …
At his own home.
It was too delicious. Although the landlady's mouth was unforgiving and she could be as sarcastic as she wanted, her cooking was the best. Anyway, Zhang Ye had been conquered by the landlady's culinary skills. Although he had eaten Rao Aimin's cooking in the past, it was clear that she did not put much effort into it. Compared to this time, it was as if it was made by a completely different person. He could tell that the landlady was using this method to thank him for his help today, which was why she had put in so much effort into preparing this meal.
Fragrant!
His stomach was about to explode!
Zhang Ye crawled in front of the computer. As he digested the food, he browsed the web. Ever since he had entered the ranks of an E-list celebrity, there were many people who @ -ed Zhang Ye on Weibo. He did not find it tiring, so he read them one by one. After spending an hour, he saw the latest post. Zhang Ye immediately paid attention to it.
The person who posted it was called Child's Sky.
"Today, I met my idol, Teacher Zhang Ye. Due to certain reasons, I won't say how I met him, but I was lucky enough to get two of Teacher Zhang Ye's autographs. I was also very honored to hear Teacher Zhang recite his new work live. It's an essay. Weibo can't post so many words, so I'll post a picture of the essay. The words were written by a child, so everyone can ignore that."
The full text of "Tribute to the White Poplar" was posted.
This was the content of Chenchen's notebook that was captured by the cell phone.
Zhang Ye knew at a glance that the person who posted it was definitely the language teacher. Hence, he helped to forward it.
"Teacher Zhang's new work?"
"Does Zhang Ye know how to write essays?"
"Why not? Isn't 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' just a prose poem? It's about the same."
"I've finished reading it. It's really awesome. It really looks like Teacher Zhang Ye wrote it."
"Ah, Teacher Zhang forwarded it and even gave it a Like. It's definitely Teacher Zhang Ye's work!"
"Everyone, hurry up! It's another masterpiece after 'Dead Water'! Don't let it sink! "
"After reading 'Tribute to the White Poplar', the phrase 'Tribute to Zhang Ye' popped up in my mind. What kind of talent does one have to create so many classic works!?"
"You've really seen it? What does Teacher Zhang look like? Is he handsome? "
The language teacher replied, "It can't be described as handsome, but I think his eyes are quite charming. Haha, my husband will be back soon. I'll delete this reply in a while."
In an afternoon, "Tribute to the White Poplar" did not receive as many forwards and clicks as Zhang Ye's previous works. Maybe it was because it was more educational, but many teachers and scholars who worked in the field of education treated it as a treasure. They forwarded and commented on it. It was not a hit, but it was surprisingly well received! This was probably Zhang Ye's least controversial essay. After reading it, no one raised any doubts!
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