Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Private letter His blogger's name is "Professor Please Take Medicine", and the avatar is a digitally painted q version of a girl. The beautiful curly hair inexplicably reminds him of Yang Wei. He stared at the head for a few seconds and poked into her Weibo. The blogger's address was written in city A, and there was a label of an art teacher. Fang Chengran's eyes moved, and he looked at her Weibo.

Speaking of students, complaining about the principal, showing off food, sharing illustrations ... Fang Cheng unknowingly browsed her page of Weibo, and after opening the second page, the first Weibo made him slammed Stopped my eyes.

Weibo was posted last Christmas, with pictures taken under a huge Christmas tree. One man and one woman, one is Yang Wei, the other is ...

Fang Chengran frowned slightly. The man in the photo had a memorable face. He believed that it could easily attract the attention of many women. Yang Wei held his arm and smiled happily, but the man looked at the camera expressionlessly, and there was a little impatience in his brows.

Who is this guy? Yang Wei's boyfriend? It's not surprising that she looks so cute and has a boyfriend ... Fang Chengran squeezed his lips tightly, thinking seriously whether to call Liang Mingxuan and ask for it.

However, he finally chose to see what private message Yang Wei had sent him.

"Hello greatly, I am the South Gate of Pujiang author. Because I made a negative yesterday under your article" Quit Marriage ", I was collectively beaten by your readers. I am sorry to give you negative points, But I did get caught up in the plot. But your readers charged me with pure malicious revenge. Please stop them! Excuse me! "

Li Fang Chengran: "..."

确实 He did serialize novels on Pujiang.com, but in fact it was just his trumpet—a trumpet dedicated to revenge on society.

When he was in college, he registered a pen name on the terminal novel network and started writing novels, but it became popular by accident. Signing, publishing, and adapting games. Before Fang Chengran graduated from college, he made millions with a piece of "Death Prisoner Party".

However, no matter how much he made, this was a bad job in the eyes of his family. Fang Chengran never dismissed them, but when Yang Wei asked today, he subconsciously agreed with them, so he lied that he was working in a hotel.

He rubbed his hair, clicked into his own text and looked. The comment that was topped was indeed -2, and the reader of the message was scolded awful, and Fang Chengran looked distressed. He poked into the reader's column from the reader's name, and then moved into the author's column from the reader's column.

There were only twenty-two pitiful achievements in Taonanmen, and a confession was written in the confession—the martial arts in the world, only sprouting.

Li Fang Chengran chuckled and looked at her works. There were three articles, all of which were martial arts. Unexpectedly, Yang Wei still has a passion for martial arts.

点 He clicked into her recently finished article, and unsurprisingly saw a whole page of negative points.

扫 He glanced a few times and sent out a Weibo.

等 Wait another three minutes v: I found that an author who was negative for me was overwhelmed by my readers. I understand that you want to be angry with me, but I am going to add points to this author, so today ’s update is gone. [doge]

Waiting readers: ...

I greatly come back! Let ’s make up the points and go to the code word, OK?

Cheng Fang Chengran really started to make up points for Yang Wei. From the first chapter to the last chapter, there were 180,000 words in total. Zhang Zhang left his hardworking footprint.

It was twelve o'clock after Fen Cheng finished, Fang Chengran yawned and shut down the computer to sleep.

六 At 6.40 the next morning, Yang Wei was woken up by the alarm clock on time. After two more minutes in the bed, Yang Wei rubbed her eyes and climbed unwillingly. Walked to the closet, Yang Wei picked a small lapel white shirt and a royal blue rabbit fur knitted sweater, and draped it over her body. Twenty minutes later, she had a carton of milk in her hand and ran out of the community with a slice of bread in her mouth.

Before I reached the bus stop, a 33 bus drove past him. Yang Wei's eyes glared, and she rushed up quickly. There were only three people on the bus platform to take the car, and soon all of them went up. Fortunately, the driver found Yang Wei who was chasing her and waited for a few seconds. Breathing, Yang Wei climbed into the car, throwing money and walking inside.

There was no seat in the car. She grabbed a ring and took out her cell phone to check the time. She estimated that she would be able to arrive at school at about 7:30. It seems that she can get up ten minutes later tomorrow. She took a sip of slightly cold milk, and the car suddenly came to a sudden brake. Yang Wei grabbed the crane to complete a 360-degree turn, and finally stabilized her figure.

的 The man in the seat next to him showed a regretful expression. He was ready for the beauty to fall into his arms. How could she stand firm!

Yang Wei took a sip of milk and decided to give up the ring and choose the armrest. The man who was still expecting the driver to brake suddenly again, sighed silently at the shadow of Yang Wei who was gone.

I encountered a little traffic jam on the road, and arrived at the school six minutes later than Yang Wei expected. Yang Wei frowned, thinking that she could only sleep for five minutes more tomorrow.

I entered the school with a smile, and students continued to say hello to her all the way. After entering the office, Mr. Luo, who teaches mathematics, was as diligent as ever: "Mr. Yang, she is very beautiful today!"

"Thank you." Yang Wei smiled and nodded at him, walked to her place and sat down. The opposite Teacher Dai glanced at her, and said unhappyly to her: "Mr. Yang, Gu Lei in your class did not hand in any homework today, this is the third time!"

Yang Wei put down her bag, got up from her seat, and smiled at her: "Isn't it a few minutes, I think he can hand it in right away, I'll urge it." She finished and went to the fifth grade second class Go, in the classroom, Gu Lei is really immersed in hard homework.

She stepped forward, tapped her fingers and tapped on Gu Lei's desktop. Gu Lei, who was copying vigorously, was disturbed, raised his head impatiently, and after seeing Teacher Yang smiling at him, he also pulled the corner of his mouth to reveal a naive smile: "Mr. Yang, good morning."

"Good morning." Yang Wei chuckled and smiled, picked up the workbook on the table and glanced at Liang Minghuan. His eyes fell on Liang Mingyu in the back row. Liang Mingyi straightened his waist subconsciously and looked at Yang Wei. "Mr. Yang, Gu Lei is my brother. If I even want to copy his homework so small, If you ca n’t, how can you be his brother! "

His expression is so proud, as if even the red scarf on his chest is brighter.

Yang Wei ripped the corner of her mouth, resisting the urge to curse, and said with a smile, "You are really good brothers."

"That's it." Liang Minghua proudly raised his chest.

既然 "Since you are so good, don't let Gu Lei work hard to copy the homework. After you do his homework for him directly, I will tell the team leader to take you two homework."

Liang Ming 灏: "..."

Gu Lei happily said, "This method is good!"

Liang Ming 灏: "..."

He took back his workbook and smiled at Gu Lei: "The real brother can't hurt you, I think you'd better do it yourself."

Gu Gulei: "..."

Yang Wei stepped onto the podium and announced with a smile: "I will find another student who borrows the homework for another person to copy, and then the other party's homework will be contracted by you in the next year." When she walked out of the classroom door, she went back and added , "Welcome to report positively, one time someone can offset yourself."

Liang Mingming looked at the back of her leaving with the corner of her mouth, and felt that Teacher Yang was too vicious. The word femme fatale is tailor-made for her!

At the same time, the campus of Imperial University is also lively.

"Green Time", which is currently being filmed, came to the Royal Metropolitan University for filming, because most of the content of the play happened during the lead university period, so the crew will spend a lot of time on campus.

的 Classmates who had the opportunity to watch the stars up close, surrounded the troupe, and kept taking pictures of them with their mobile phones. Song Jin's assistant watched them twitch their lips and said to Song Jin who was applying makeup: "How do I feel like they are visiting monkeys at the zoo?"

Song Jin's eyebrows moved, and he did not look back, "You want to be a monkey is your own business, don't represent me."

Assistant Qi put his mouth out and asked in a curious way: "Sister Song, I heard that you also graduated from this school. Are you excited to return to your alma mater?"

Song Jin closed the fan cover and glanced at her sideways: "After a while, the press conference of" Xingwen 30 minutes "came to interview this issue, you can read the report afterwards."

assistant Manager:"……"

She stood upright and stopped talking to Song Jin. Although Song Jin's image is sweet and pleasant, her personality is far from this image. Even if you are arrogant, there are few stars in the entertainment industry who have such a high degree of education, but it is enough to always look at everyone like a fool.

The school soon came to stop the students who were watching, to ensure that the filming went smoothly. Song Jin took a sip of warm water poured by the assistant, and saw an upright figure walking to one side.

Long black hair with a little natural volume, wearing a light gray suit, elegant like a swan.

The man walked so fast that Song Jin could not even see his features clearly. A female student called Professor Qi with a grin, and he just nodded slightly, without slowing down.

Song Jin suddenly got up from his seat and looked at the back of the man who was gone.

is it him? I heard that he stayed at Imperial College after returning home. She returned to her alma mater this time, and faintly expected to meet him.

"What's wrong, Sister Song?" The assistant looked at her strangely.

"I'm going to the toilet." Song Jin shoved his coat into his assistant's hand and ran quickly towards Qi Xiaoyan. The assistant held her clothes to stop her, but was afraid that the loud noise would attract more people to watch.

Song Jin followed Qi Xiaoyan's turn, and eagerly stopped him: "Qi Xuechang?"

Wu Qi smiled, paused, and frowned in confusion. No one in this school would call him Qi.

He glanced back at the people behind him, his face pale.

The person in front of my eyes has a linen-colored curly hair, which is similar to Yang Wei in four points. The golden sunlight was obliquely falling from the treetops, and it seemed that the angle of reflection was exactly the same as when he first saw Yang Wei.

Song Jin stood facing him and looked at him with a delightful radian: "Master Qi, you really! You remember me, I am Song Xiaofang!"