Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 131 How can I manage this student?

"Click."

Zhong Xilu watched from the corner of her eye as Bai Yang's hand reached into the popcorn bucket, and then heard the crisp sound of the popcorn being bitten.

She secretly rubbed her hand forward again.

"Crack, click, click."

Bai Yang was immersed in the movie. His eyes never left the screen, and his hands were busy too, occasionally reaching for a piece of popcorn.

but--

"Why is this guy so accurate?"

Zhong Xilu couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

The imagined movie theater play didn't happen at all. Isn't it said that boys would be a little distracted in such a situation? Was he really here to watch a movie?
Then what was he teasing just now!

Zhong Xilu gritted her teeth and wanted to just take the popcorn bucket away, but after thinking about it, she didn't muster up the courage.

In that case, the intention would be a little too obvious.

Amidst all this anxiety, the movie came to an end. As the subtitles began to rise, Bai Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"This movie is pretty good." He turned his head and said, "What do you think, Comrade Xiao Zhong?"

"Uh, it's good." Zhong Xilu said absentmindedly: "Lovers will eventually get married."

"Let's go." Bai Yang stood up: "There shouldn't be any more Easter eggs later."

"Okay." Zhong Xilu stood up and frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

".My hand seems to be a little numb."

"Really?" Bai Yang grabbed Zhong Xilu's hand with a normal expression, "Can I give it a massage for you?"

Zhong Xilu froze in place.

The burning touch from the fingertips seemed to reach her face without any delay and began to heat up in an instant.

"Holding hands?"

"No, it doesn't seem to be the case at all."

"Damn it! What do you mean by pinch me? Would my hands have gone numb if you had just shown me that?"

Zhong Xilu was in a state of confusion. She instinctively pulled her hand back, glared at Bai Yang, and said angrily, "No need!"

"What a nuisance!"

She walked quickly out of the screening room.

"Slow down!" Bai Yang reminded from behind: "It's dark here, pay attention to the steps!"

"Never mind!"

"Then do you want to go drink milk tea together later?"

".want."

Before Sunday evening study, before Bai Yang had time to go to the studio, Ye Guodong called him to his office.

"The midterm exam results are out."

Ye Guodong got straight to the point: "I thought your grades would decline after you became an art student, but I didn't expect it to decline so much!"

"For such a simple test, the average score for physics, chemistry and biology is only 80 points, and the math score is not even 100!"

"It's only been two months, and I've already dropped from the top few to the top ten!"

"Oh? There are more than ten people in the rank?" Bai Yang was a little surprised.

Ye Guodong: ".Are you quite proud?"

"Not at all!" Bai Yang quickly stood up straight with an honest look on his face.

"With your current grades, even if the college entrance examination is as difficult as the midterm exam, you still can't get into the first-tier universities, not to mention that the questions in the college entrance examination are much more difficult. What's the matter? Do you think that after you become an art student, you don't have to study academic subjects?" Ye Guodong was heartbroken:

"I agreed to let you not attend evening self-study classes and to let you become a day student because I believed in your self-discipline. But this is how you treat my trust?"

Bai Yang quickly expressed his opinion: "Teacher Ye, rest assured, I will work hard and try to catch up in the final exam!"

There's no way. I can't say that I was reborn and that I had forgotten all the high school knowledge long ago. It took me two months of hard work to finally catch up, right?

"Anyone can say it verbally." Ye Guodong glared at him and said, "I see that you are not focusing on studying at all right now."

"It's okay if you don't do well in academic subjects. I would think it's forgivable if you have made some achievements in other areas. But every day you just hang out with Wu Bo and Li Yang. How long has it been since you last submitted an article? What's wrong? Have you run out of ideas?"

"Do you still feel that you have already become successful after submitting two manuscripts and don't need to work harder?"

Bai Yang said awkwardly: "That's not the case. The main reason I didn't submit an article is that I've been busy writing a long novel recently—"

Ye Guodong snorted coldly: "The teacher in the computer room told me that you have never been there this month! Bai Yang, you can find an excuse to deceive me, but don't deceive yourself."

"A long novel? What? Are you planning to publish a book and become a writer?"

"It's almost there." Bai Yang said quickly, "When the physical book is published, I will definitely send a copy to Teacher Ye."

Ye Guodong: "Are you pretending to be confused with me? Do you think I am praising you?"

He leaned back and said sarcastically, "Where is the novel? If there really is a novel that can be published, I will definitely apologize to you and admit that I have a bad attitude and shouldn't be bothered by this little problem in the academic performance of our great writer."

"No need to apologize, I know Teacher Ye is doing this for my own good." Bai Yang smiled modestly. Ye Guodong: "."

He sat up straight, a trace of astonishment on his face, and looked Bai Yang up and down: "Really?"

If other students did the same thing, he would have just slapped them in the face. He was just daydreaming. Why are you pretending in front of me?

But after all, Ye Guodong is Bai Yang and he knows very well that this guy cannot be treated with common sense.

"It will probably take a few months for publication. After all, it's not a small matter, but now it can be considered a small achievement." Bai Yang took out his cell phone: "It just so happens that the royalties for last month have come out. I will report to Teacher Ye."

"The school has repeatedly stated that students are not allowed to use mobile phones on campus—"

Ye Guodong scolded instinctively, took Bai Yang's phone, glanced over, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"What the hell is this?"

"Manuscript fee." Bai Yang pointed at the number considerately: "Because it's the first month and the article is not very long, the current manuscript fee is relatively small. It should be better next month."

"Relatively small?" Ye Guodong looked up at Bai Yang, then lowered his head to confirm the position of the decimal point - although as a math teacher, he was sure that he had seen the number clearly at first glance.

More than 60,000.

My entire year's salary, plus subsidies and bonuses, is not enough to reach this number.

You talk less to me?
Ye Guodong instinctively felt that it was impossible. How could a high school student have such an income?

But thinking about what Bai Yang has been doing all along, if it happened to this guy, it doesn’t seem too outrageous?
Although the idea itself is outrageous.

"Is this... an online novel?" Ye Guodong's voice unconsciously became a little dry.

"Yeah." Bai Yang explained, "As for long novels, the prospects of submitting them to physical magazines are average, and the remuneration is limited, so I tried to serialize them online."

He smiled a little sheepishly: "In the end, the response was pretty good."

Ye Guodong wanted to scold loudly, saying that online novels are not serious things, but when he saw the number, he really couldn't say it.

I even had the illusion that I was just a class teacher and had no right to teach a writer who earned tens of thousands of dollars a month.

This strange illusion made Ye Guodong not know what to say for a moment. He looked at Bai Yang, handed the phone back, and no longer mentioned anything like the school did not allow mobile phones.

"That's good."

His mind was blank. He was silent for a moment before he found a topic to talk about: "Is it called the Weird World? I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

"Although it has not been officially published yet, some pirated copies have already circulated on the market." Bai Yang pointed to the sundries next to Ye Guodong's desk: "For example, there is a copy right there."

Ye Guodong was stunned for a moment, then looked over and saw the book titled "The Weird World" among the things he had confiscated from students during this period.

He took it instinctively and opened the title page.

“I don’t eat beef?”

He paused. “Is this your pen name? Why don’t you use your real name like you did when you submitted articles to magazines before?”

"It's an online serial after all." Bai Yang said, "People are still quite prejudiced against online serial novels. I thought that if the performance is too bad, it would not be embarrassing to use a pen name."

Ye Guodong was silent for a moment, and then said, "Prejudice does exist, but it is mainly directed at novels with unhealthy content. Your book -"

Bai Yang quickly stated: "Absolutely not! Although the subject matter is a horror novel, the values ​​are absolutely positive, and there is no messy content."

Ye Guodong believed this. After all, Bai Yang was just a high school student. Even if he was very precocious, he would not go so far as to write some of the things in online novels.

He flipped through a few more pages and saw that the protagonist's name was Yang Xiaobai. He no longer had any doubts about Bai Yang's words.

After hesitating for a long time, he said in a dry voice: "No matter what, learning is still very important."

He felt that the words were not convincing at all. If he put himself in Bai Yang's shoes, if he could earn so much money a month at Bai Yang's age, who would care about his academic performance?
What is the purpose of studying? To get into a good university. What is the purpose after getting into university? To find a job and make money. At least that is what Ye Guodong has always believed.

But now that we have completely taken this step, does all this still make sense?

Which university graduates can earn tens of thousands of dollars a month?
If I teach for my whole life, can I earn a five-digit monthly salary?
Ye Guodong was unusually confused - how should he manage this student in the future? No, was he still qualified to manage him?
"Teacher Ye is right."

Bai Yang's words interrupted Ye Guodong's thoughts. He remained respectful and said seriously, "Please rest assured, Mr. Ye. I will study hard."

He promised again: "I can't guarantee that my final exam results will be better than before, but I will at least work hard to get back to the top few."

Ye Guodong raised his head and looked at Bai Yang with the same expression as always. His lips moved slightly, and he felt a lot of emotions in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

In the end, he just nodded: "It's a good thing that you have this ambition."

He paused and said, "However, you don't have to force yourself too much. After all, you usually study painting and writing, so it is inevitable that your attention will be distracted."

"As long as you don't continue to regress like this, I'll be satisfied."

"I will allocate my time reasonably." Bai Yang said.

"Go back to the classroom. The results will be announced soon. Don't go to the studio yet." Ye Guodong waved his hand: "Also, call Zhong Xilu and ask her to come to my office."

"Okay." Bai Yang nodded, turned and walked out.

Ye Guodong took a look at the "Weird World" on the table and wanted to call the other party to sign an autograph for him, but he finally held back.

No matter what, he still has to save face.

"Let's wait until we can buy the genuine book."

Thinking of this, he unconsciously picked up the book on the table.

"I want to see what kind of novel is written that can make so much money in a month."

(End of this chapter)