Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

In a room where a man and a woman are alone, Meng Ziyi's words are indeed somewhat ambiguous.

The favorability rating continues to rise, currently reaching 38%, and is about to break the 40 mark. It seems that confessing now is not a bad idea.

But Wang Xiaozhou isn't that stupid; he only makes friends, he doesn't date!

So he reached out and smoothed Meng Ziyi's bangs: "Silly child, just focus on making money for me, don't think about so much."

The system shows that the next favorability milestone is 60%, which is quite a distance away, so I won't try to improve it today.

After saying goodbye to Meng Ziyi, Wang Xiaozhou rushed to catch the early bus home. School starts tomorrow, and his mother must have packed a lot of things; he had to go back and help.

After arriving home, the couple seemed to have tacitly forgotten about beating up Wang Xiaozhou.

Ma Xiaoping prepared a large table of dishes, all of which were stir-fried vegetables that Wang Xiaozhou loved to eat.

Wang Jianguo took out a new cotton-padded coat from the closet. He had rushed to the county town that morning to buy it from the 362 specialty store. He handed it to Wang Xiaozhou and told him not to catch a cold.

Wang Xiaozhou felt enveloped in love and secretly vowed to make Meng Ziyi earn money so that his parents could live a good life.

After enjoying a night of warm greetings, Wang Xiaozhou took fifty yuan for living expenses and boarded a minibus to the county town early the next morning.

There were several students in the same grade as Wang Xiaozhou on the bus. They weren't afraid of this school bully and came over to chat with him.

Regardless of his past or present life, Wang Xiaozhou had a good reputation during his school days. He always fought against the local thugs and never bullied any of the students in his own class.

He would even lead his friends to stand up for any student who was a good student and was bullied. In the eyes of some female students, he was a bit of a chivalrous person.

They chatted for a short while on the bus, and then the minibus came to a smooth stop in front of the county's No. 1 Middle School. Wang Xiaozhou got off first, and a helpful classmate followed behind him to carry his schoolbag.

The other students were quietly chirping crickets in the back.

"Have you guys noticed? Xiao Zhou seems to have gotten even more handsome."

"It's about new clothes, isn't it? 362 Degrees, they're not cheap."

"No, Zhou Ge has become much more stylish, both in his speech and his walk. How should I put it? Sophisticated? Composed? And radiating an air of refined elegance?"

"If this person were in ancient times, he would definitely be a figure like Huo Qubing. It's a pity that he wasn't very good at studying. He can't be described as having a refined and elegant demeanor due to his knowledge of literature, and his chivalrous spirit is useless now."

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As Wang Xiaozhou stepped into the school, unaware that his classmates were lamenting his ill-fated birth, he waved to Huang Mao and the others waiting at the gate, and the group walked towards the teaching building together.

"Bro, you look even more handsome than the day we met at the internet cafe. You don't even look like a student anymore."

The day before yesterday, the third brother, who didn't stay overnight with us, started fawning over us.

As they walked, Wang Xiaozhou laughed at him, saying, "Change your long, center-parted hair into a buzz cut, wash your face more often, and shave more. People here are all about being tough and handsome; we don't know anything about fashion."

The third brother tossed his shoulder-length hair: "I'm not into fashion, buddy. I studied humanities, this is just me being artistic!"

The group wasn't in the same class, so they parted ways at the entrance of the teaching building. Wang Xiaozhou and Huang Mao returned to Class 9, which was at the bottom of the class, and sat together next to the trash can.

Huang Mao slammed his hat on his head and started to catch up on sleep. The English teacher who had just entered the room to supervise the morning reading exchanged a glance with Wang Xiaozhou, and they each raised their chins as a greeting.

The English teacher graduated three years ago, and Wang Xiaozhou's class was her first batch of students. She still has that youthful energy.

Therefore, compared to other veteran teachers, she appreciated Wang Xiaozhou quite a bit.

Huang Mao slept through the entire morning. Before the last class ended, Huang Mao yawned and struck up a conversation with Wang Xiaozhou.

"Brother, why didn't you sleep all morning? Is something on your mind?"

Wang Xiaozhou stared at his textbook without looking up: "Don't disturb my studies."

Before his rebirth, Wang Xiaozhou was already middle-aged and had witnessed the importance of learning. Even though he had a system to back him up in this life, he still wanted to challenge himself and see how well he could pass the exam.

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao covered his face with the book: "Don't call me for lunch. I stayed up all night again yesterday, I need to catch up."

When the bell rang, Wang Xiaozhou walked to the cafeteria by himself. Li Weiguang and Lao San were nowhere to be seen, no one knew where they were.

Fortunately, the English teacher was also eating alone in the cafeteria, so Wang Xiaozhou went over and shared a table with her, which made it less boring.

The next part was still time for serious study. At 9:30 pm, after evening self-study, Wang Xiaozhou finally stopped his frivolous behavior, took the bicycle keys from Huang Mao, and rode to Meng Ziyi's performance class.

In fact, boarding students like Wang Xiaozhou are not allowed to leave the school at night, but the security guards had all heard about the tough battles he had fought, so they didn't bother him.

Some of the younger security guards even joked with him.

"Little Zhou, going to a solo meeting again? Which school is it that's causing trouble today?"

Wang Xiaozhou stomped the pedal twice: "No fighting today, my sister invited me to go singing."

Watching the young man's departing figure, another security guard on duty smacked twice and sighed, "So dashing! How come we never had that kind of spirit when we were young?"

The young security guard gave him a disdainful look: "Don't be ridiculous. When you were young, you were one of those who went to the meeting alone. In such a big county, how many students can become like Wang Xiaozhou? People like him will eventually be able to do both legal and illegal things."

After pedaling for about ten minutes, Wang Xiaozhou stopped in front of a two-story shop in the commercial district. With a "bang," he kicked the bicycle kickstand off, estimated that it would be Meng Ziyi's get out of class time, and lit a cigarette three minutes before the end of class, leaning against the bicycle to smoke.

Most women are somewhat attracted to good looks, so it's best to give her something new and exciting each time you meet her, as this will help her develop a better liking for you.

When we met today, Wang Xiaozhou described himself as Andy Lau from "If Heaven Has Feelings," showing off his cool and unrestrained side.

The effect of this was quite obvious. The men and women who came out of the performance class first would stare at him for a while and then whisper praises for his handsomeness.

Actually, an 80-point score in looks only makes him slightly handsome. What makes Wang Xiaozhou so eye-catching is his temperament. A perfect temperament is still too much. Just standing there, he automatically exudes a sense of story and has the look of a protagonist.

Meng Ziyi came from the middle group, and when she walked up to Wang Xiaozhou, she was followed by a man.

"I'm not lying to you, someone's picking me up and taking me home. You don't need to take me. Hurry up and go home yourself."

Seeing that Wang Xiaozhou had actually come to pick her up, Meng Ziyi quickly turned to scold the young man, and then explained to Wang Xiaozhou, "I don't talk to him in class, but he keeps bothering me."

Coincidentally, Wang Xiaozhou knew this man; he had spent several years in prison in his previous life thanks to him.

Wang Xiaozhou, naturally, didn't give him a pleasant look. He pointed with his little hand:

"Don't move! You've heard of Wang Xiaozhou from No. 1 Middle School, right? If you take another step forward, that leg will break!"