A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 239: The truth is simplicity, returning to the basics is the writer's true state! Almost invincible influence!
How influential can a book be?
If it is an offline book fan meeting, and more than a thousand book fans can come to the meeting to support offline, this can already be regarded as a top-tier domestic writer and is definitely a well-known writer.

But Jiang Hai, he is not just a offline fan meeting, his literary work "Hope" was sold in Korea, directly on the streets of Seoul.
A demonstration broke out!
A demonstration broke out with tens of thousands of participants!
This is absolutely unheard of and unseen in the entire traditional literary world!

This was at a time when the Korean people were demonstrating vigorously.
Chenghai Drama Academy, in the classroom.

Jiang Hai was sitting in a seat by the window, staring at the scenery outside the window boredly. His eyelids drooped and he felt drowsy.

It has not rained in Chenghai for a long time. Calculating the time, it may have been half a month?

The hot wind in summer is dull and stuffy, but any gust of wind outside the window will bring about a wave of heat.

This feeling is so hot that it makes people want to die, as if there is an invisible goblin outside the window, sucking their energy crazily without them knowing. No matter how hard they try to calm their mind and pray that they will feel cooler if they are calm, they still cannot concentrate.

"Why is there such a torturous season as summer?" Jiang Hai complained as he took out his phone and glanced at the weather forecast. Seeing that the high temperature for the next week would remain at 39 degrees Celsius, he immediately fell into deep thought, "Why does the temperature recorded by the Meteorological Bureau never exceed 39 degrees?"

"I put an egg on the playground in the morning. By noon, the egg had been cooked by the sun."

"That's it. You're telling me the highest temperature didn't exceed 39 degrees???"

Jiang Hai's eyelids were drooping, and his mind was wandering.

A voice suddenly came from the podium.

"Student Yang Wei, please answer this question."

Yang Wei, a fat boy who was sitting at the table next to Jiang Hai, was startled when he heard the teacher calling his name from the podium.

He looked around, a little lacking in confidence, and hesitantly stood up from his seat:

"Which question does this ask me to answer?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, help is needed."

The fat man pretended to flip through a book while asking for help from the people around him.

My sight happened to meet Jiang Hai's.

Jiang Hai immediately mouthed something to the fat man in a low voice:
"Choose B."

After receiving Jiang Hai's reminder, the fat man straightened up his originally bent back. He put away his previous timidity and shouted to Teacher Wang on the podium with great vigor:
"For this question, choose B!"

Teacher Wang was standing on the podium with a folding fan in his hand, looking at the fat man with a speechless look in his eyes:

"Choose B?"

"I'm asking you to answer a reading question."

"It's you, Yang Wei, who's causing trouble again? Just wait and see whether I will punish you during the final exam."

In front of the whole class, the fat boy was severely criticized by Teacher Wang, which made the fat boy feel a little embarrassed.

As soon as he sat down, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Hai in confusion:

"What are you doing?"

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. Don't hurt me like this."

Unexpectedly, facing the fat man's question, Jiang Hai drooped his eyelids and replied to him lightly:
"Just tell me whether it's fast or not."

Speed ​​and quality can never be achieved at the same time.

If you want to be fast enough, you naturally have to ignore some of the quality.

Perhaps, I can't guarantee you anything about the accuracy.

But you only need to answer me one question:
"Am I fast?"

Jiang Hai turned over on the desk:
"You asked me to hurry up. I just gave you the answer as quickly as possible. I didn't say I could guarantee the correctness of the answer."

Jiang Hai's actions completely confused the fat man.

Although the explanation given is very fucked up, we have to admit that this theory.
Does it really make sense?

"You are awesome."

I took a short nap on the desk.

When I woke up, it was time for get out of class to end.

Feeling a little tired, Jiang Hai stood up from his seat and walked quickly to the smoking area of ​​the toilet.

He skillfully took out a pack of Liquan from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette from the box and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter and lit it.

Jiang Hai slowly exhaled a white mist:

“Alive.”

Jiang Hai was standing next to the toilet smoking.

Around me, a few freshmen, who looked to be freshmen and sophomores, were seriously discussing recent events.

"Have you heard that the Koreans have surrounded the presidential palace and said they will severely punish the perpetrators. Killing them is not enough to appease the public anger." A tall and handsome boy in the crowd was describing to the girl next to him in a vivid way, "In the Seoul area, there was a protest march of more than 10,000 people. The march lasted for three days! Now this matter has become a big deal. Do you know what the slogans shouted by the protesters are?"

"Let the president kneel down and apologize"

As if he had experienced it himself, the boy who was telling the story to others was spitting and speaking very hard:
"In terms of influence alone, who in today's literary world can compare to Jiang Hai from our school? His previous book, The Crucible, directly rewrote the Korean Constitution and was recorded in film history. This book, Ho Won, directly made the president kneel down and apologize."

"Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the incitement and influence of Jiang Hai from our school. Is he awesome?"

Boys generally become talkative and expressive in two situations.

One is when it involves one’s own interests.

The other is when there are girls around you, or more precisely, when there are girls you like.
I heard so much from this person in front of me.

Next to the boy, a girl wearing a short skirt and looking a little innocent, raised her head and looked at him expectantly:
"Liang Peng, I just heard that you are very familiar with Senior Jiang Hai, right?"

"Can you introduce Senior Jiang Hai to me? I want to see what Senior Jiang Hai looks like."

Nowadays, Jiang Hai is definitely a legend in Chenghai Drama Academy.

There are countless rumors about Jiang Hai in school.
Hearing what the girl said, the boy was startled, and then he looked hesitant:

"Tan Xin, it's not that I don't agree to your request, but Jiang Hai has been busy with the animation studio recently."

"As you know, CAFA and our school have jointly established an animation studio, and Jiang Hai is the main force in this studio. I'm afraid he can't spare that much time to have dinner with us."

Bai Xiaojie, Tan Xin's best friend, was immediately displeased when she saw Liang Peng refusing again:
"Hey Liang Peng, didn't you say you knew Senior Jiang Hai?"

"You said you two were good friends, and you would often go to the Internet cafe to stay overnight. Your relationship was as close as if you were one person."

"Why do I ask you to invite your good friend out for dinner? You either thunder or rain."

Speaking of it.

Bai Xiaojie crossed her arms over her chest, and walked to Liang Peng with a suspicious look on her face, standing on tiptoe and staring at him:
"Tell us the truth, are you and Senior Jiang Hai really that close?"

"Why do I feel that everything you told us before was just bragging?"

"Boasting?" Hearing this, Liang Peng immediately burst into laughter. "I, Liang Peng, do I have to brag about such a small matter?"

"Why don't you ask who I, Liang Peng, am?"

"I told you, Jiang Hai really doesn't have time recently"

Seeing that the two were about to get into an argument over this issue again, Tan Xin, who looked very innocent and sensible, stepped forward in time to stop them:

"Okay, stop arguing, I was just asking casually.
Tan Xin pulled her best friend Bai Xiaojie back to her side, and then looked at Liang Peng in front of her with a little expectation:
"Brother Liang Peng, I know that Senior Jiang Hai may be very busy recently and has no time to have dinner with strangers like us, but..."

"Can you ask Senior Jiang Hai to sign an autograph for me?"

Tan Xin took out a copy of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" from the small bag she was carrying and handed it to Liang Peng:

"It's like this. I had a good friend in high school. Now she is studying Chinese in Beijing Normal University. She is also a fan of Jiang Hai's books. We had agreed to attend Chengxi Academy of Drama together this year, but when we applied for admission, something went wrong. I went to Chengxi Academy of Drama, and she failed the exam and went to Beijing Normal University."

"It's her birthday next week, and I want to give her an autograph from Senior Jiang Hai. I think she will be very happy to receive the gift."

"Brother Liang Peng, you are so familiar with Senior Jiang Hai, it should be convenient if you just sign an autograph, right? It shouldn't waste too much time." Tan Xin handed the copy of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" in his hand to Liang Peng with both hands, blinking his big eyes, looking very sincere.

Liang Peng hesitated for a moment, then agreed immediately:
"Of course it's okay, but..."

"Just what?" Tan Xin asked.

"WeChat." Liang Peng took out his phone and waved it towards Tan Xin. "Before we sign, we need to add each other on WeChat first."

"Otherwise, even if I get your autograph, I won't have anywhere to find you."

Get the consent of the senior.

Tan Xin was very excited and nodded to Liang Peng:

"Okay, Senior Liang Peng."

"Then I'll have to trouble Senior Liang Peng to take care of this matter."

Every time new students enter the school, a group of strong ones (pretenders) emerge.

There is no one in the school that they don’t know.

Whatever happens in school, there is nothing they can't handle.

Other freshmen asked questions in the freshman group:

"Seniors, can you tell me if we are allowed to bring our own bedding to the school dormitories?"

At this time, the dead pretender will show a selfie of traveling abroad in the group, and ask a series of questions:

"Excuse me, can I use US dollars in school? I just came back from studying in the United States and I don't know much about the customs here."

"Also, is there parking available at school?"

"If parking is not allowed in school, my Porsche Panamera 22, the latest satellite silver model with a 4.8-liter V8 turbocharged engine, can only be parked in the garage at home and cannot be driven to school."

The pretentious guy can be a freshman or a senior.

The reason why they chose to be so high-profile in front of these freshmen.
Just want to attract the girl's attention.

Then take the girl away to escape.

Although these methods of flirting with girls are very low-level, the reality is that every year many freshmen girls who are naive to the ways of the world are deceived by these low-level methods, and then taken to a small hotel near the school where they can stay for 50 yuan a night, and lose their precious virginity.
This is obviously the situation now.

Stronger (pretending to be dead) met an innocent girl and was trying to trick her.

Just when the two of them added each other on WeChat.

Jiang Hai silently put out the cigarette in his hand, then looked at the boy next to him named "Liang Peng":

"Do you know Jiang Hai?"

Liang Peng was busy adding a girl on WeChat. This Tan Xin was the one he discovered after being undercover in the freshman group for a week. Not only was she fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs and a nice boob, she was also well-educated and well-mannered.
He was busy writing a note for Tan Xin [Freshman in Chinese Department, a hottie, simple and gullible] and didn't notice Jiang Hai beside him at all.

"I know him, Jiang Hai, my good buddy." He typed on his phone while talking to Jiang Hai without turning his head, "But, my buddy never gives autographs to strangers, and he only gave me face and let me get a personal autograph for my sake."

After making a note for the new student Tan Xin, Liang Peng put his phone in his pocket, then raised his head and looked at Jiang Hai with an indifferent expression:

"But buddy, I never get autographs for boys. If you want Jiang Hai's autograph, you have to find a way yourself."

After saying this, Jiang Hai didn't even speak.

Tan Xin next to him nodded repeatedly at Liang Peng:

"Thank you, senior. Thank you. Thank you so much."

If you cheat under someone else's name, Jiang Hai may not even bother to pay attention to you.

After all, this kind of thing is a matter of mutual consent. If someone really takes advantage of you, you can only blame yourself for being stupid and cannot blame others.

But the problem is
You kid, you use my name to pick up girls and escape
The key is why don’t you let me escape first?
It is tolerable and unbearable.

Just as the freshman Tan Zhu wanted to express his gratitude to Liang Peng:

"Senior Liang, are you free this afternoon? If you have nothing to do later, I would like to treat you to a meal."

Without waiting for her to finish her words.

Jiang Hai asked him nonchalantly:
"What does Jiang Hai look like?"

"What does he look like?" Liang Peng thought for a while as if he was lost in memory, and then answered, "Tall, thin, gentle, and very elegant. In short, he looks different from ordinary people at first glance. If you look at him face to face, you will feel that this person is very powerful."

"Also." Liang Peng was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized, "He's not my buddy. What does his appearance have to do with you?"

"Isn't it good to cool your own porridge? Why do you care so much?"

Liang Peng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then looked at the river and sea in front of him.

His hair was a little messy, as if he had just woken up, and it was obvious that he had not taken care of it.

There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke on his body.

The whole person looked a little sloppy and was not wearing any brand name clothes.

"Don't worry about what other people look like. After all, they don't look like you."

Just as Liang Peng was mocking Jiang Hai, he wanted to send him away so as not to affect his escape plan.

Who would have expected it at this time.

A loud voice suddenly came from the corridor:
"Liang Peng, you are smoking again!"

Lao Wang, Jiang Hai's teacher, who I hadn't seen for a long time, slapped Liang Peng in the face as soon as he came up, and blew the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground.

Liang Peng was caught off guard and was stunned by the slap.

"Teacher Wang, I..."

Before he could react.

Old Wang snatched the cigarette box from Liang Peng's hand and then scolded him harshly:
"Have I ever told you, students, that smoking is absolutely not allowed!"

"I have repeatedly stressed my warnings at the meeting. How dare you commit crimes against the wind? Do you take my words as bullshit? I tell you, Liang Peng."

Just as Lao Wang was scolding Liang Peng.

Suddenly, he glanced around and saw a few people standing nearby.

"What are you looking at?" Teacher Wang was about to launch an all-round indiscriminate attack, and he had already shouted out his scolding.

But he could see clearly that the student standing in front of him was Jiang Haizhi.

In an instant, his expression changed completely.

"Is it Jiang Hai? Oh, why didn't I see you after class?" Teacher Wang's expression changed in an instant. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box he had just collected and handed it to Jiang Hai. Then he looked at Jiang Hai with a happy face and said, "Come on, have a cigarette. You must be tired after class, right?"

"It's a good time to have a cigarette after class to refresh yourself."

"I don't need it, I just..." Jiang Hai waved his hand, and was about to indicate that he had already smoked.

Unexpectedly, he was not given any chance to refuse.

"No cigarette, right?" Lao Wang laughed and took out a lighter from his pocket very attentively, then came towards him, "Come, let me light a cigarette for you."

"Others can't smoke, but you, Jiang Hai, can't smoke too? Who are we to follow?"

But the moment Lao Wang shouted out the two words "Jiang Hai".

Several surprised voices came from the side at the same time:

"You are Jiang Hai???"

(End of this chapter)