Weng Zhijian on the podium saw the whispering discussions in the classroom and the frequent gazes of most people towards Zhao Yan. If he continued to talk about this lesson, I am afraid that few people would have the heart to listen to it.

Weng Zhijian sighed in his heart, knocked on the podium, attracting everyone's eyes, Weng Zhijian looked at Zhao Yan in the back row of the classroom and smiled, saying, "Haha, I didn't expect that Zhao Yan in our class is so powerful. I think all the students are very curious about what copyright Zhao Yan sold."

"Yes, what copyright sold for millions"

"Um"

"Zhao Yan, tell us what copyright you sell"

Weng Zhijian's words aroused the approval of many students. On the one hand, curiosity is on the one hand, and they want to know Zhao Yan's approach. Then they also write targeted things to try to sell the copyright. On the other hand, they also want to write targeted things.

In this classroom, everyone has only been enrolled for less than a month, and no one has entered the college entrance examination results, but no one thinks that their writing skills are much worse than Zhao Yan.

At least nine of these young men and girls in the writing class have arrogance. Which of them here is not a writing master in their previous high school before, and they have printed works in lead type at the age of 17 or 8, and have achieved results that many adults cannot do. Which of these students, Zhao Yan, is not confident in their writing skills.

"Yes, Zhao Yan, just talk about it."

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There were urging sounds in the classroom, including Zhang Peng beside Zhao Yan, who was also curious.

Weng Zhijian smiled and said, "Student Zhao Yan please satisfy everyone's curiosity."

Zhao Yan didn't want to show off this, but the atmosphere in the classroom, dozens of waiting eyes, and the inspiration from counselor Weng Zhijian made it difficult for him to refuse.

I had to stand up and smile lightly, saying, "I have sold a few songs recently."

After saying that, Zhao Yan sat down.

"Selling songs"

"No, he can write songs."

"Several songs sold for millions of real or fake"

"What song"

Zhao Yan sat down, but the noise in the classroom became louder. Most of the students were surprised. Zhao Yan noticed that the famous cold-faced talented woman in the class, Xing Tianxin, also showed surprise on her bare face.

Several influential figures, such as Yang Lingfeng, Min Changming, Li Chuan, Li Liya, Changsun Xiaqiu, Zuo Xiaoxian, etc., were surprised and stunned.

The counselor Weng Zhijian was also stunned.

"No, Zhao Yan a few days ago, you asked me to buy a recorder for you just to sell songs." Zhang Peng next to Zhao Yan was most surprised. At that time, he thought that Zhao Yan asked him to help buy a recorder for whom he confessed to?

"Hahahaha"

After Weng Zhijian came to his senses, he laughed dryly twice, and said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "It seems that our classmate Zhao Yan is really talented. Not only is he good at writing novels, but he can also write songs. It's good, hehe."

No wonder Weng Zhijian's expression and tone are unnatural. This is a writing class, and the direction he cultivates is students' writing skills, novels, poetry, prose, and even press releases. However, Zhao Yan sold the work with a copyright fee of millions this time, which was songs.

How can this make him a counselor

Weng Zhijian, who wanted to ask a few more questions, suddenly felt his interest was lost, and knocked on the podium and announced: "Okay, okay, now everyone's curiosity is satisfied, let's continue to attend classes and calm down."

The classroom gradually became quiet, and Weng Zhijian began to continue teaching.

But after this incident, the atmosphere in the classroom changed a little, and a few students began to become absent-minded. Some students quietly took out their phones and searched the Internet for Zhao Yan's information under the desk.

If you don’t know the pen name of Zhao Yan, you will naturally not be able to search for the title of your work, but some students also know the name of Zhao Yan’s work or the pen name, such as Zhao Yan’s other two roommates.

They knew that it would naturally spread to the students sitting next to them, and the students sitting next to them would spread out in a small way. Soon, nearly ten students in the class secretly searched for Zhao Yan's pseudonym or work titles on their mobile phones.

These people are curious about how Zhao Yan's writing style can be sold for millions of dollars by writing a few songs.

In fact, what they wanted to search the songs written by Zhao Yan the most was just a pity that they didn't know what the songs they were called or what stage name they sold, and they didn't know if the songs they sold by Zhao Yan had been sung.

After class, the counselor Weng Zhijian had just left the classroom, five or six boys and girls around Zhao Yan surrounded him and curiously asked Zhao Yan about the details of selling songs.

"Zhao Yan, what song are you writing? What's your name? Tell me, can you find it online?"

"Zhao Yan, who did you sell your song to? How much does it cost?"

"Is it difficult for Zhao Yan to write songs? Do you think I can write them?"

"Zhao Yan, when do you plan to treat me, don't forget me?"

Zhao Yan was helpless by being surrounded by five or six people to ask so many questions. He wanted to ask if we were familiar with each other.

There are only two or three people who can name these five or six people. At most, Zhao Yan only looks familiar and has never spoken since school started.

But if you don’t hit people with smiles, these people are so enthusiastic, Zhao Yan had to squeeze out their smiles and deal with them one by one.

After dealing with a few words, Zhao Yan found an excuse to go to the bathroom, pushed away the two people blocking his seat and quickly walked out.

When he walked out of the classroom, Zhao Yan slowed down and suddenly missed his high school years. At that time, he was "notorious". Even if he encountered the same thing today, except for Fan Long, Ji Yichun and others who were familiar with each other, no matter how curious the others were, they would not dare to surround him and throw him one question after another to him.

Zhao Yan suddenly felt that "notorious" was also beneficial.

But now if he continues to be like he did in high school, he is unwilling to do so.

reason

People will always grow up. When their thoughts mature to a certain level, everyone will gradually control their words and deeds. Moreover, now they are friends with Xiao Mengyue, and Zhao Yan subconsciously wants to be a person with correct words and deeds. Otherwise, how can he be worthy of Xiao Mengyue.

Zhang Peng suddenly chased after him. Before Zhao Yan reacted, he hugged Zhao Yan and said with a chuckle: "I want to run, hehe, don't even think about whether there is any problem with treating me tonight."

He was still close to Zhang Peng and Zhao Yan. He smiled and responded.

"No problem, you can eat me if you have the ability."

"Wow, you think I'm a dinosaur, there's a million, even if I'm a dinosaur, I can't eat it poorly. Can you hehe, you want to pack all my future food. If this is true, I don't mind."

"You think beautifully and want me to buy your future food. Let's change your personality first."

"Don't you want to be so cruel? Isn't it said that brothers are like brothers and feet, and women are like clothes? Brothers are so important. You would rather pack women's food than brothers."

While laughing and making fun, the two men disappeared into the corridor.

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