After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Time flows slowly, and a day for a senior high school student is long.

Every day I am either taking an exam or on the way to taking an exam. Learning is the eternal theme.

Except for a few top students who can swim freely in the ocean of knowledge, most of them choke on the water.

Lu Qingfeng was very good. He just stepped on the water at the beach.

He himself knew that there was no possibility for him to go to college through studying in this lifetime, so he gave up early and focused on writing.

He has written some manuscripts for magazines, but has not submitted them yet. He plans to wait until he has written a few more articles before submitting them.

The New Concept Composition is also being carried out here simultaneously. I will take time every day to talk to Teacher Chen and share my writing ideas.

Lay the groundwork for the finished product to be released later.

At the same time, his diet has become more and more abundant. This weekend he went to the market to buy a lot of eggs and milk, and also braised beef, which he brought to school every day for snacks.

Occasionally I would go to the delicatessen to buy some roast chicken and pig's trotters to change the taste.

The effect of eating it this way is quite good.

It’s a bit of an exaggeration to say that the effect was immediate and his body recovered to the level of a normal teenager, but his overall energy and spirit improved visibly.

The skin is no longer sallow, and the dry face has some flesh on it.

When Lu Qingfeng looked at himself in the mirror, he felt that he looked much better than when he first crossed over.

After a while, he plans to add exercise and fitness to his schedule.

At school, the initial rumors subsided with the passage of time.

That's normal. The so-called enthusiasm is temporary. After all, students' task is to study, and not many people have time to pay attention to these trivial matters.

On the contrary, in Class 2 of Grade 3, because Huang Qingyang, Zhou Jing and a group of people were causing trouble from time to time, the essay competition and submission to magazines were always discussed a lot.

Other than that, it was uneventful.

Time unknowingly came to the 8th, and Old Sun in the guard room received a package this morning.

It says on it that it’s for Chen Meihua, Class 2, Grade 3.

The school guard room receives express deliveries and takeouts delivered here, so Old Sun often comes into contact with teachers who come here to pick up things, and naturally he knows them all.

If he remembered correctly, Chen Meihua was the Chinese teacher who taught senior high school students.

I squeezed the package again and found it was a book.

He was worried that it was material for teaching, so he put it in the most conspicuous place on the table.

When it's time to go to school, the school gate opens and teachers and students arrive one after another.

Old Sun happened to see Teacher Chen passing by the school gate and shouted without thinking.

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen, there's a delivery for you."

When Teacher Chen heard the call, she was confused for a moment. She remembered that she had not bought anything recently.

"Trouble, Old Sun."

Maybe I forgot, so I didn't think much about it and went to pick it up.

"It's just a small matter. It looks like a book inside. Is it teaching material?"

Old Sun was a talkative person. While handing the things over, he asked cheerfully.

"should be."

Teacher Chen actually didn't know what it was, so he said a few polite words before leaving.

After returning to the office, she planned to use the morning self-study session to organize a test for Class 7 because the first class today was Chinese. She didn't have time to look at the package.

After the exam, I went back to the office to correct homework and didn’t have time to do anything else.

When the second class was over, she was dizzy from looking at the test paper and inadvertently noticed the package.

"what?"

Confused, she put down her pen and opened it.

Unexpectedly, there was a magazine inside. When I took out the magazine, a piece of textured paper fell out.

When she picked it up and looked at it, her eyes widened.

Shocked and confused.

"Get ready, get up!"

In the distant playground, physical exercises began.

……

"Lü Hui, don't stand in front of me when you do exercises next time."

Lu Qingfeng heard that there were fewer physical exercises during breaks after high school, but No. 3 Middle School had always upheld this tradition.

It is said that the melody for the exercises was selected after soliciting opinions from teachers and students throughout the school.

Very dynamic.

Since ancient times, there have been many strange things during physical exercises during breaks.

And Lu Hui is the delayed soul dancer.

Those arms, that waist, that buttocks, they were twisted in such a charming way that Liu Xin who was standing behind him wanted to give him a thousand-year killing blow.

It's too harsh on the eyes.

"You don't understand. My version is the only one that can show the mental state of modern high school students."

Lu Hui argued convincingly.

"Go away! Next time you act crazy, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Liu Xin clasped his hands together and thrust his index and middle fingers forward.

Lu Hui's anus suddenly tightened.

"Fuck, I won't give you snacks anymore."

The four of them returned to the classroom after playing and laughing, and Lu Qingfeng picked up a box of milk and started drinking it.

Liu Xin was just about to call people to go to the bathroom together when Huang Qingyang came in from the back door with two people.

"Great writer, have you heard anything about submitting your work to the magazine? We are still waiting to see your masterpiece."

He was smiling and frivolous, and the two people beside him laughed along with him.

Lu Qingfeng actually couldn't understand why he did this, and it didn't seem to benefit him at all.

But there are always such people in school.

I calculated the time in my mind and thought that thing should have been sent to the school.

"Mind your own business. If you have time, you might as well take care of yourself."

Before Lu Qingfeng could speak, Liu Xin rushed forward and glared at him.

"Liu Xin, please don't say that. Although Huang Qingyang's grades aren't that great, he's not like some people who rush to make a fool of themselves."

"I think he does much better than you in this regard."

It was Zhou Jing who spoke, and she walked over with her arms folded across her chest and her head held high.

"Yes, yes."

Huang Qingyang's momentum increased greatly.

Liu Xin wanted to say something, but Lu Qingfeng stopped him.

"I'm confused. Teacher Chen allowed me to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition, and submitting my work to the magazine was my personal decision. Why are you targeting me for this?"

"Yes, my grades are not good, but there is no rule that says poor students can't do such things, right?"

"Whether or not the submission is successful, whether or not I can win a place in the competition, are all my personal matters. It is not your business to interfere."

"I'm telling you right now, I've entered an essay contest and submitted my work to a magazine. What can you do to me? If you have the guts, you can also participate and submit your work."

Zhou Jing and Huang Qingyang were stunned and unable to refute for a moment.

When the situation was at a stalemate, Teacher Chen walked into the classroom with a book in his arms.

Zhou Jing and Huang Qingyang returned to their seats as if they had been pardoned.

Teacher Chen didn't know what happened in the class. She was smiling, as if something good had happened to her.

"Students, I'm sorry to take up a little of your time. I have something good to tell you."

The class immediately started buzzing with discussion.

good thing?

What good can this be for someone who has only one semester left before taking the college entrance exam?

Lu Qingfeng's heart moved and he looked at the books placed on the desk.

Teacher Chen was in no hurry to interrupt the students' conversation, but just watched with a smile.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one could explain it, Zhou Jing, the Chinese class representative, raised her hand and asked the question that aroused the curiosity of the whole class.

"Teacher Chen, what's the good news?"

Teacher Chen didn't keep the question in suspense any longer and picked up the magazine in front of him and held it up.

"An article written by a classmate of ours was published in a children's literature magazine."