As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

Lide Middle School, tutor’s office.

boom!

"What the hell did you write, you bastard?"

Teacher Li's face turned red, and he slammed the photo stone that had accompanied him for many years on the table. His breathing suddenly became rapid.

Teacher Zhou, who had just finished class, walked in. Seeing this, he quickly spoke to comfort them.

"Old Li, what's wrong? Calm down... Oh, this idiot called Bi Mo Xie Tian Xia, I'm afraid his brain was kicked by a monster. Young Master Lin eats his rice, why is he so mean to him?"

The overturned image stone was not closed. Although the shadow reflected on the table was blurry, the contents inside could still be seen clearly.

In the past, the teachers at Lide Middle School would just watch the war of words in the publications for fun.

Be it Young Master Lin or any other genius, they have nothing to do with them.

But now...

The teachers who stay in schools all year round may be simple in nature but not stupid in brains.

Where in the world are there so many young talents who are good at business?

There are also few young people who can resist the temptation of fame and fortune and come to such a small place to help with poverty alleviation.

The new principal did not reveal his identity, and no one said anything about it. They still called him "Principal Ling" or "Student Ling".

In my heart, I know everything.

The reason why the principal is different from other young people is that she has seen the scenery on the top of the mountain and experienced that feeling.

"Old Li, we can't just let this go. Isn't Xiao Chen also a contributor to the publication? Let's go talk to him and see if we can write an article to clear Young Master Lin's name."

"Yes, Lao Zhou, you are right. I hate this kind of stuff the most. If you want to praise yourself, just praise others as much as you want, but you always have to step on others between the lines. To serve as a foil, let's ask Xiao Chen to write an article as well. We can't stop scolding him."

The more Teacher Li thought about it, the more reliable it seemed. He hurriedly picked up a stone and prepared to find a ghostwriter to severely scold the writer named Bi Mo Xie Tian Xia.

"Let's go, let's go now." Teacher Zhou, who has a good temper, rarely nodded.

The two agreed and went out hand in hand.

As a result, he bumped into a young teacher who rushed in from the door.

The person who came was none other than Teacher Chen whom they were looking for.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Li, I was just looking for you."

Seeing the young man's unusually serious expression, Teacher Li suppressed his anxiety and asked in a gentle voice: "Xiao Chen, what's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"It's not me. It's the edition that Piao Miao Pavilion urgently added this time that's wrong." Teacher Chen said concisely. After he finished speaking his judgment, he emphasized it again, "It's very wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"what have you found?"

Zhou and Li looked at each other and immediately asked questions.

"I can't really put it into words, it's just a feeling. Editions are always issued on specific days, and a temporary extra edition is not a big deal, but after reading the content, I always feel that it is different from before."

Different?

Teacher Li is best at mundane affairs, and when he heard what Teacher Chen said, he immediately thought of something.

He took out the photo stone again, looked at it over and over again, and carefully pondered its contents.

The other two did not disturb him either, but came over from the left and right to help with analysis and research.

"It is different now. Although the style and content are similar, the previous Piao Miao Pavilion was impartial and not subjective. It was just a narrator of the news, telling everyone the truth about what happened in the Great Thousand World. But this time..."

Teacher Li didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very clear.

Lao Zhou and Xiao Chen understood what he said and their faces looked very ugly.

As educators, I am most sensitive and most taboo about such things.

Before becoming a teacher, the old principal had repeatedly stressed that teaching should be based on guidance and that it is important to avoid instilling too much of one's own thoughts and ideas into students.

They didn't know the word brainwashing, but they had a vague feeling that the publication had lost its soul.

Without that integrity, it will become a knife in the hands of major forces and a mouthpiece for the upper class!

From now on, it’s not about what news people want to see, but what others want you to see.

This situation has little impact on monks with a certain level of cultivation status, as they have their own connections and information channels.

But the vast majority of civilians and students who are as inexperienced as blank sheets of paper...

"It's troublesome."

Teacher Li sighed deeply. The sinister intentions behind the new edition made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Mr. Li, do you think the principal will take care of it?" Teacher Zhou sighed and Lin Xiao's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

After all, the publication was created by her and Piao Miao Pavilion, and a lot of hard work was put into it.

"Brother Zhou, what does this have to do with the principal?"

Teacher Chen spoke before Mr. Li, his expression revealing deep confusion.

When this silly question came out, Lao Zhou was completely confused.

He couldn't even imagine that he wasn't the simplest among the three.

"Haha, Xiao Chen, your identity is no secret in school. Logically, you should suspect the principal first."

Suspicious of the principal?

Teacher Chen, who also came from a noble family, was confused when he heard this. Why should he doubt the principal?

He saw the two seniors staring at him with smiles on their faces, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"No, isn't it?"

"It's just as you think, our little principal..."

Old Li laughed, patted the young girl on the shoulder, then approached her mysteriously and said, "If the little ancestor doesn't tell us, we won't know. If she wants to play, we will accompany her."

Oh my god, is it really that person?

When the conjecture became reality, Teacher Chen nodded vigorously and swallowed his saliva unwillingly.

"Brother Li, I understand."

After saying that, An Ning came into the huge office. The three of them stared at each other, and somehow they all laughed at the same time.

They had the same idea: they were just poor teachers, and if the sky fell, wouldn’t there be taller people around?

The young principal is not the old principal. Apart from his lower level of cultivation, even when it comes to fishing, the old principal is far behind.

With your back against a big tree, you can enjoy the cool shade!

……

In the principal's office, which is one floor away from the tutor's office, Qi Liu's reaction was even more extreme than Lao Li's.

In the new issue of the magazine, there is no mention of Young Master Lin in a single sentence, yet Young Master Lin’s shadow can be seen everywhere.

Lin Xiao did not make the headlines this time, but he became a supporting role in countless headlines and was split into countless aspects for comparison.

Talent, cultivation, family background, temperament, etc., all became a foil to others, which made Qi Liu furious.

"Master, they are going too far. I, I..."

"What do you want to do, tear down Piao Miao Pavilion?"

Lin Xiao was amused by the little girl. He threw away the stone in his hand, picked up the cup on the tea tray and poured a cup of tea.

"Come, drink some water. You've been scolding me all morning. Take a break."

The teacup was slowly pushed towards her, and Qi Liu's face suddenly turned red, which then spread to her eyes.

Obviously, the young master is not like that.

Regardless of her purpose, the existence of the market town has made the people of Blue Moon City live better than before and has made the city more lively. This is an indisputable fact.

"Young Master, what right do they have to say that about you? And, aren't you angry at all?"

"Silly girl, I'm not a saint. Of course I'll get angry when someone treats me badly. But being angry won't change anything. On the contrary, it will ruin my state of mind and affect my cultivation."

Lin Xiao knew with just a thought that the publication had changed hands and Piao Miao Pavilion had become the scapegoat.

Fifteen years later, the sect finally realized the powerful weapon of public opinion.

Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade!

"Xiao Liu, you must not miss any issue of the magazine from now on. No matter what method you use or who you ask for help, I just want to see your comprehensive analysis of the content of the magazine and your exploration of the underlying intentions."

"Deeper intention?"

"Yes. Not just you. The analysis of the edition will become the extracurricular homework of every student in Lide Middle School. I will let the teachers give grades as appropriate."

Lin Xiao added burden to the students without any guilt, and smiled slyly in the slightly confused eyes of the little girl.

"Tell Lao Li and the others that extracurricular credits will not be counted towards the assessment. Their only use is to buy spiritual food for the dining hall."

Gudong!

Qi Liu felt his throat tighten and his eyes widened even more.

Young Master, can you predict the future?

This is not the end. After Lin Xiao slightly changed the use of the extracurricular credits, he took out a few pieces of paper from under the table.

"Give this to your father and have him send it to the Piao Miao Pavilion branch in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, saying it's a submission for a publication."

"Oh."

The little girl took the paper in a daze. Just as she was about to go back and ask her father for advice, she suddenly realized a problem.

"Master, all submissions to the publication must be signed. What do you want to be called?"

pen name?

Lin Xiao was really stumped by the question, because he had written this article out of boredom and it was not intended to target anyone.

Naming is a bit difficult for Young Master Lin, who has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After thinking for a long time without any results, she glanced at the photo stone on the table, and instantly got an inspiration, and picked up the brush from the pen holder.

Swish swish!

Qi Liu, who was standing there waiting, couldn't help but take a step forward and stretch his neck to look.

The white paper is stained with the scent of ink, and another alias of Lin Xiao is freshly released.

【Painting the world with a pen! 】