The King of Crossover Entertainment

Dazhou No. 1 Middle School, Teacher's Office.

Xiao Xiao is the head teacher of Class 7 of Grade 2.

After class, she walked into the office with a serious face.

"Teacher Xiao, which naughty kid in your class made you angry this time?"

Facing the question of Jiao Jie, the physical education teacher, Xiao Xiao threw the books in her hand on her desk and said, "Teacher Jiao, you don't know that five novels were confiscated in one class. I was really angry."

Jiao Jie smiled and said, "You are just too kind and amiable. You should be stricter, like Teacher Xu Yang. No students dare to read novels or play with mobile phones in his class."

"Lawless." At this time, Xu Yang came in angrily, followed by two little boys.

Seeing this, Jiao Jie was very surprised and asked, "Teacher Xu, what's wrong with them? Didn't they hand in their homework?"

"I hope they didn't hand in their homework." Xu Yang snorted and said, "They dared to read novels under my nose."

Another novel?

Jiao Jie suddenly felt a little pain on his face.

Just a moment ago, I swore to Xiao Xiao that no student dared to read novels in Xu Yang's class, but in the blink of an eye, I was slapped in the face.

Xiao Xiao said: "I just confiscated five novels in class."

Xu Yang said: "I saw that teachers in other grades also confiscated a lot. It's strange, why is there a sudden trend of reading novels?"

Xiao Xiao said: "I am also wondering, although the students in our class are a little naughty, occasionally I will find a few students playing with their mobile phones in class, but I have never found them reading paper novels like this."

Xu Yang turned to the two little boys and said: "Tell me, what's going on?"

The two little boys, one bowed his head and kept silent, fiddling with the zipper of his school uniform, and the other sighed and said with a bitter face: "Teacher, you can't blame us, blame the cross-border king."

Xu Yang raised his eyebrows and said: "What cross-border king?"

The little boy pointed to the novels on the desk and said: "The cross-border king is the author of these two novels."

Yang said coldly: "Why blame him? Did he force you to read his novel in class?"

The little boy shook his head and said: "No, but... he wrote so wonderfully that people can't stop reading. If you don't read it, you will feel itchy in your heart."

Xu Yang said: "I can't control you in your spare time, but you must abide by the discipline in class. You will be promoted to the third year of high school next semester. If you don't work hard at this time and lay a solid foundation, how can you face the college entrance examination?"

The little boy said: "Teacher, I know I was wrong."

Xu Yang asked another little boy: "What about you."

The other little boy raised his head and said: "Teacher, I also know I was wrong."

Xu Yang said: "Since you are a first-time offender, just write a 500-word self-criticism and go back to class."

The little boy who had been keeping his head down and silent turned and left quickly.

The little boy who talked more still stood there motionless.

Xu Yang said, "You can go back now."

The little boy said, "Teacher, can I take the novel away? I promise I won't read it in class."

Xu Yang once again started the education mode, and said earnestly, "Your grades have always been mediocre in the class. Have you ever thought about working hard? What do I usually tell you? 'If you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old.' As a student, you should..."

The little boy listened with one ear and let it out with the other, his eyes always stayed on the novel on the desk.

At this time, the class bell rang.

The little boy rolled his eyes and said, "Teacher, I will go back to class first." After that, he ran away.

Xu Yang said helplessly, "A rotten tree cannot be carved."

Suddenly, Jiao Jie at the next table laughed, "Teacher Xu, please take a look at this part. The quarrel between Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie is too funny."

Xu Yang subconsciously stretched his head to take a look.

【“Do you really think you can beat me, monkey? You think you are a master who can save the people. Guanyin and the Jade Emperor are playing tricks on you. Oh, sorry, you are a monkey, hahahaha…”

“Pig!”

“Monkey!”

“Pig!”

“Monkey brain!”

“Pig intestine!”

“Monkey butt…”】

“Hehe…” Then, Xu Yang reacted and said, “Teacher Jiao, why are you still reading the confiscated novel?”

“You know what, it’s really interesting.” Seeing Xu Yang’s face fall, Jiao Jie hurriedly said, “Teacher Xu, I remember you have a class this morning, right?”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Xu Yang hurried to the classroom.

Jiao Jie closed the door of the office, returned to his seat, and continued to read “The Legend of Wukong” which he had not finished.

Today, many schools are playing this scene.

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“Zhu Xian”, “Ghost Blowing Light”, “Cat’s Eye”, “Dart Man”, and “The Legend of Wukong” have occupied the book sales charts of bookstores in major cities in China with a whirlwind of momentum.

"Boss, give me a set of novels by the crossover king."

"Boss, do you have "The Bodyguard" here?"

"Boss, give me a copy of "The Legend of Wukong". I bought it last night but it was confiscated by the teacher today."

"Boss, give me six copies of "Zhu Xian" and "Cat's Eye". I want to give them to my friends."

"Boss, do you have "Ghost Blowing the Light"?"

...

Xuefu Bookstore is a small bookstore located in the suburbs of Huludao.

Since the afternoon, waves of customers have come in for no apparent reason, and they specifically asked for the novel by the crossover king.

The boss was confused.

His small bookstore had only a few customers a day before. When had it ever had such a flow of customers?

At the same time, he was also glad that when he bought the goods the day before yesterday, he listened to the agent's advice and bought some novels of the cross-border king.

All the goods bought the day before yesterday were sold out. An order was placed last night, and each novel had 1,000 copies, a total of 5,000 copies, which was more than the total number of books in the store. However, the boss was confident that he could sell them.

"Everyone, everyone, it's really sold out."

Looking at the eight or nine customers in front of him, the boss's heart was bleeding. At least 20 copies could be sold.

But there was no way. The delivery truck had been missing today and had not arrived an hour later than usual.

One of them asked, "When will the goods be available?"

Many of them had gone to three or five bookstores, and the result was the same, sold out.

"Next..." The boss saw the delivery truck before he said the word "noon" and immediately changed his words: "Here it comes, the goods are here."

"Boss, I'll help you unload the goods, sell me one first."

"I'll come too, I'll come too."

...

Everyone came forward to help, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would be snatched up.

Seeing this, the boss couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

After he was done and sent this batch of customers away, he picked up a book at random and flipped through it.

"Is it so magical? Everyone is rushing to buy it."

Usually, the best-selling novels are science fiction novels. Novels such as martial arts, fairy tales, and fantasy are difficult to sell a few copies a month. It's not that no one reads them, but there are very few books to read.

Time passes with the sound of pages turning.

The boss's expression changed from time to time, sometimes surprised, sometimes happy, sometimes sad...

"What a great book "Wukong Biography"!"

The boss closed the book and couldn't help but sigh. The idea was novel, the plot was ups and downs, fascinating, and the ordinary showed extraordinary literary skills. It can be said that every word is a pearl and every sentence is a classic.

At the same time, in the suburbs of Magic City, the temporary office of the Novel Monthly Magazine.

The small warehouse is now full, but there are only six people.

"One hundred thousand more copies of "Zhu Xian", okay, okay."

"Hello, Novel Monthly Magazine, yes, yes, yes... place an order with us."

"Your goods have been shipped, sent by air as required, you should pay attention to the logistics dynamics yourself."

"How can we be pirates? We have obtained the authorization of the cross-border king himself."

"One million orders from European agents, right? I asked, and they are already printing in an expedited manner. The earliest delivery will be tomorrow at noon."

...

The smile on Zheng Rong's face has never faded.

In just one week, the total sales of the five novels of the Crossover King exceeded 5 million copies. At present, orders from home and abroad have reached 10 million copies, and the orders are still increasing.

After Dong Jie hung up the phone, she said happily: "Brother Zheng, another million-dollar order just came."

"I heard it." Zheng Rong gave a thumbs up.

Guo Chuan was not so happy. He sighed and said: "Brother Zheng, our magazine has been greatly affected, and sales have plummeted by 70%."

The other people were silent after hearing this.

However, Zheng Rong smiled and said: "But in general, the magazine is moving in a good direction."

This is a fact.

His smile became even bigger, and he continued: "Moreover, the Crossover King has promised that the next short story will be serialized in our magazine simultaneously."

"Yeah!"

This is good news. Suddenly, cheers rang out in the small warehouse.