Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

After returning from leave, Wang Xiaozhou sent Meng Ziyi back to the art school, and Wang Xiaozhou himself obediently returned to No. 1 Middle School to attend classes.

Winter break is just around the corner, and only half a year of the miserable high school life remains. If I don't want to end up with just a junior college diploma, I'd better work hard during this time.

Huang Mao slept through all four classes that morning.

Wang Xiaozhou attended every class very attentively, raising his hand to answer every question the teacher asked, which impressed his fifty-something-year-old homeroom teacher.

Even the top students at No. 1 Middle School have been influenced by me to study hard. Is the college entrance rate still a problem this year?

At noon, he ate lunch at the same table as the English teacher. After finishing a simple boxed lunch, he returned to the classroom. Huang Mao had already woken up and was holding up his phone and muttering something to the camera. Wang Xiaozhou leaned closer to listen and, wow, this kid had even recorded some classic quotes.

Throughout history, heroes have always been judged by their success or failure.

If successful, one will be insightful and eloquent.

If you fail, it's because you're glib and have unrealistic ambitions.

But heroes of the world are as numerous as fish crossing a river; their fates are still uncertain, and you and I are the dark horses!

Wang Xiaozhou could hardly bear to look at him. It was one thing for a military officer to be illiterate, but how could you be only half-literate?

After putting down his phone, Huang Mao saw his older brother return and excitedly introduced his new phone to him.

"Bro, the latest iPhone 5, you can even play KartRider on your phone now, isn't that awesome?"

Huang Mao's family was actually quite well-off. His father drove a truck, and his mother ran a laundry shop in the county town. He was their only son, so buying him the latest mobile phone was no big deal for them.

Wang Xiaozhou pretended to be puzzled and pointed to the phone in Huang Mao's hand, saying, "What were you muttering just now?"

"Hey." The blond guy got excited: "This app is called Paipai. You can record videos and upload them online, and you can even add your own music. I was just recording one called Classic Quotes, and a lot of people are watching it. I already have more than three thousand followers."

I remember worrying about their future livelihoods just a few days ago, but now it seems that Huang Mao has found a sustainable career.

Wang Xiaozhou asked with a smile, "Have you ever thought about getting a few classmates to shoot short videos and post them on software, like those 'Young and Dangerous' movies? I bet you'd get even more fans following you."

"That's true. Brother, are you going to film it or not? If you do, you can be the lead. Your charisma will definitely make you more photogenic."

That's perfect poise! ​​Are you kidding me?

This is because the older brother is usually quite reserved; otherwise, from the school's directors to the students, there wouldn't be any chance for you girls.

"I'm not doing this anymore. I want to pursue a legitimate career in the entertainment industry, so I can't expose too much online."

"Okay, then I'll find someone to film it myself tomorrow."

The blond-haired man immediately agreed.

Wang Xiaozhou knew that he wasn't thinking about making money at all; he was just thinking about having fun.

But isn't that how making money works? You have to love playing games to attract viewers. How many of those early internet celebrities knew from the start that they could pull off a Cullinan? Let the blond guy grow wild first.

In the afternoon, Huang Mao didn't sleep. He kept fiddling with his crappy script on his phone, preparing to start filming tomorrow.

Wang Xiaozhou then studied his lessons diligently for another afternoon. He finally made it to the end of the school day, only to be stopped by his English teacher on the way home.

"Are you free tonight? Don't go back to the dorm, I'll treat you to dinner."

Huang Mao was intimidated by the teacher, gave Wang Xiaozhou a domineering look, and then ran off to find the third brother, Liu Guangwei, and the others.

Wang Xiaozhou didn't know why his English teacher wanted to treat him to dinner, and joked, "What restaurant? Don't complain about splitting the bill at the end, I can't afford to split it with you."

The English teacher rolled her eyes: "Come to my house for dinner, I'll cook for you. Just come with me."

Wang Xiaozhou took out his phone and sent a message to Meng Ziyi, informing her that the singing practice plan for tonight was canceled. Then he walked with his English teacher and eventually stopped next to an Audi.

A 12 Audi A8, there are probably no more than five in the entire county. After getting in the car, Wang Xiaozhou looked around the interior and then made a "squeak" sound.

"I didn't realize you were from such a wealthy family. With these conditions, why are you even a teacher? Wouldn't it be better to just go home, cause trouble for your parents, and live a life of leisure?"

The English teacher was a seasoned driver, very skilled at driving, and his one-handed steering wheel posture was quite cool: "How dare you talk to a teacher like that? You think you're so great just because you're the school bully?"

Wang Xiaozhou wanted to laugh whenever he heard his English teacher's standard Tianjin accent.

The English teacher's name is Song Shihui. She is actually very beautiful, even stunning.

He must be at least 1.7 meters tall, with a nine-head body proportion, and a slender figure that is actually quite curvy in all the right places.

Her features are striking, and her skin is very fair, a cool white, which is the kind of domineering beauty, similar to Fan Bingbing.

Despite her incredibly alluring appearance, coupled with the special advantage of being an English teacher, Wang Xiaozhou didn't have any other thoughts about her.

The main thing is that this woman is a native of Tianjin, and her speech has a natural comedic flair; she's incredibly abstinent.

During his adolescence in his past life, Wang Xiaozhou even fantasized about what it would be like if he could win over Song Shihui one day, and then the dialogue in his mind turned into this.

"Stick your butt out high."

"You have to bend over high."

"Count off in ten."

"Not a single one."

"Try being my straight man again."

"I wouldn't dare."

"You son of a bitch."

"Hey~ why are you getting so worked up?"

Hahahaha.

As Wang Xiaozhou pondered this, he chuckled to himself.

Song Shihui glanced at him, his charm undeniable, and spoke with the distinctive flavor of a jianbing (Chinese crepe) vendor: "What are you laughing at? Am I wronging you?"

"No, I was just thinking, with your looks and figure, why did you come to our county to be a teacher? Your college entrance exam score was so low, you couldn't even get a junior college diploma because your family couldn't arrange anything for you?"

Song Shihui rolled her eyes, an expression that could crush 99% of men: "I graduated from Beijing Normal University. My advisor begged me to stay on as a faculty member, but I refused. Who are you trying to humiliate?"

This woman was definitely the most beautiful woman Wang Xiaozhou had ever seen in both his lives combined, in terms of looks alone, but that was her mouth.

If only we could feed her some sulfuric acid, the mute bride would be perfect.

Without answering the question of why he came to teach in Wangping County, Song Shihui drove into the underground garage of the most upscale residential area in the county, randomly found a parking space, and waved his hand domineeringly: "Go upstairs."

This truly shows that while some people struggle to make ends meet, others are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Song Shihui's approach is simply top-tier in Wangping County.

Twelve years ago, she lived in an apartment building with an elevator in the county town. The building area was 175 square meters, with a 7-meter-long living room and an open kitchen. This woman was enjoying her life to the fullest, but it was all a waste.

Now I know why no male teachers at school pursue you.

"What do you mean?"

"With your looks, any man in our school with a shred of self-respect would feel utterly ashamed of himself upon seeing you."

"Now that I have money, you start saying nice things. I never heard you flattering me before. Find a place to sit and wait for me to cook."

There were only two people in the house. It was really inappropriate for Wang Xiaozhou to leave the host busy in the kitchen while he went to the living room to watch TV. So Wang Xiaozhou simply sat down next to the island TV and watched Song Shihui work.

Imported steak, Arctic sweet shrimp, Arctic surf clam, accompanied by half a head of broccoli and a whole bunch of tomatoes.

The table was filled with dishes prepared in whatever way was convenient. At the very end, the woman even took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and, with great ceremony, poured it into two wine glasses using a decanter.

"Tear it apart!"

The English teacher loved to throw in a few foreign phrases. Wang Xiaozhou raised his glass to her and asked with a smile, "Hurry up and tell me, why did you go to so much trouble to invite me to dinner, which was both exquisite and perfunctory? What's the matter?"

Song Shihui laughed so hard he bent over, and it took him a while to stop laughing, resting his hands on his cheekbones:

"That Meng Ziyi from the first season of The Voice of China, the original song she sang, the creator listed was Wang Xiaozhou, right?"