seven day promise

Zhang Yan pulled his sleeves, exposed the watch on his wrist, and checked the time, it was already 10:30.

Start at 8:30.In other words, the leaders on the stage have taken turns to speak for nearly two hours.

The sun blazed violently from above, obliterating the originally cool weather.

Zhang Yan propped his face with his hands in boredom. Although he couldn't wait to throw the teacher off the stage, his face was still calm and cold.

From looking at the sky, looking at the white clouds, looking at the trees, watching the birds... to looking at the floor in a daze...

"Next, the representative of the new students will be invited to give a speech, everyone applauds and welcomes!"

Zhang Yan was awakened by the suddenly raised voice. He looked up and saw a tall and straight boy on the podium. He stood on the podium in three or two steps, and began to speak neatly.

"Dear teachers..."

The tone is lazy, but full of magnetism, with a kind of publicity and confidence.This was Zhang Yan's first impression.

After reading the lines that have not changed for thousands of years, the opening ceremony is over, and then the new students meet for the first time.

Zhang Yan was assigned to class 11. It can be said that the class is basically classified according to ranking, except for a few accidents-such as the freshman representative who gave a speech on stage today.

Zhang Yan had chosen a seat on the edge, near the window, and in the back row early on. Unexpectedly, the freshman representative seemed to like this position too, and sat behind Zhang Yan.

After a while, the front, back, left, and right sides of him were full of people. They were all boys, not afraid of strangers.

Zhang Yan looked at them indifferently, thinking that his arrogance was invisible, but the other students seemed to be intimidated, thinking that he was a cruel person.

In fact, Zhang Yan is just a young middle school student who likes to pretend to be aggressive.

The students introduced themselves enthusiastically, and they basically got to know each other in just a few minutes.

The teacher came into the classroom with the lesson plan. She was a female teacher with neat short hair.

"Hi everyone," the teacher paused, and the students quieted down, "I am your class teacher, my surname is Yang, and you can call me Teacher Yang. This is the first time for students to come to this class, please introduce yourself... Let's start with you."

The student pointed at stood up and said, "My name is Xian Qing, I like to sing..."

"Huang Linbin, I like playing games, welcome to join us! I also like..."

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"Zhang Yan, I like novels."

The last person stood up, "My name is Ren Lan'an."

Zhang Yan did not participate in the selection of class committee members and class representatives, and the same was true for Ren Lan'an, who was bored looking at the scenery outside the window.

Teacher Yang started the class after finishing the procedure.

He speaks pure English fluently, but unfortunately this is a class full of poor students. The people who come here are basically here to dawdle, some are bored lying down, some are playing games under the table, although the teacher knows, But there is nothing to do, the only requirement is not to affect those who want to learn.

Zhang Yan was not a poor student, but due to various reasons such as fever and hand allergies during the high school entrance examination, he failed to perform normally, and finally fell into this not-so-good school with a difference of [-] points from usual.

Zhang Yan is smart, but at the same time he is serious and eager to learn. Don't look at him as if he is drifting away slowly, but he still has a strong desire to win in his heart, and he must take the first place or something.So I still listened carefully in class.

But the freshman representative behind him, that is, Ren Lan'an, put his feet on the iron basket under Zhang Yan's stool, shaking his legs from time to time.

Zhang Yan refrained from saying anything at first, but he didn't expect him to intensify later, shaking even more violently.In the end Zhang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and said angrily, "Can you stop shaking?"

"Oh." Ren Lan'an replied casually.

...!This person who can't compare his heart to his heart at all!Zhang Yan's impression of Ren Lan'an dropped to the lowest in an instant.

But later Ren Lan'an restrained himself a bit, Zhang Yan ignored him and concentrated on listening to the class.

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After school, Zhang Yan packed his schoolbag and went home.

Turn left at the school gate and walk for ten minutes.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Zhang Yan took off his shoes, put on slippers, stepped into the bedroom, threw his schoolbag on the stool, sat down, and immediately spread out Ge You.

But after a while, he sat up with a "bass!", patted his face, and took out his homework to write.

There wasn't much homework at the beginning of school, so I finished it all at once. After a quick meal and shower, Zhang Yan sat in front of the computer, turned on the computer with a face of resignation, looked at the indiscriminately bombarded WeChat, and sighed.

It's the feeling of being urged!

That's right, he is that popular fantasy writer on the Internet, named An Ri Long Bow.

Although he is a fantasy writer, his articles always make people feel gay, with fewer female characters and no harem, which has caused many people to call socialist brotherhood under his articles.

Although Zhang Yan is not very clear about what socialist brotherhood is, but ever since a fanatic fan showed him the fanfiction she wrote... Zhang Yan felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, and his intuition made him immediately withdraw from this terrible Fanwen, from now on, there will be no more Fanwen pushed by fans.

The delivery of the manuscript was imminent, Zhang Yan's fingers were flying like flying, and he tried his best to turn the tide, and finally finished the manuscript under pressure. Feeling haggard, he climbed into bed and couldn't move.