"Are you okay?" Xiaolongnu asked with concern at Liang Xiaoyu who was lying on the ground.

What surprised her was that Liang Xiaoyu was actually laughing and made a vague and faint sound from her mouth.

Xiaolongnu put her head closer and barely heard her words.

"I...I have...Pikachu, so cute."

When he moved his eyes to Pikachu who was trembling under the stone bench, the little dragon looked helpless.

"So she likes Pikachu so much." She thought to herself.

In fact, this is not exactly the case.

Compared with Pikachu, Liang Xiaoyu wants a super dream or a complete flamethrower.

What she cared more about was Xiaolongnu's attitude.

The next day.

In the live broadcast room, Liang Xiaoyu proudly showed off her Pikachu.

This time she did not shy away from anything and said bluntly that this was the gift Xiaolongnu gave her.

If there are still people who are talking about this kind of thing, it can only be the problem of those people.

As she expected, although most people were envious and jealous, almost no one caused anger to vent their anger. At most, she didn't care if she said "The rain thief really fucks her thighs".

While Liang Xiaoyu was sitting by the stream, washing her white feet with the help of the water flow, holding a pack of lime-flavored potato chips in her hand and chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room while eating, a new group of tourists had arrived outside the park.

Compared with the past, there are many more tourists nowadays holding various live broadcast equipment.

Even some representatives of foreign chaebols compete for business with other anchors.

Although most wealthy people like to be low-key, there are inevitably some alternative people, especially in the current profitable situation.

The previous Musk's self-destruction of "koi" experience made people sympathize and gloat, which caused heated discussions on the Internet. With the help of the forces behind it, he has already obtained a huge amount of popularity and income.

Zhang Shikun was mixed among these people.

He was wearing a very old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, the frame on his nose was a little worn, and there were some light scratches on the lenses.

This pair of glasses has been with him for eight years, but now the degrees are actually not matched. When looking at some things that are not far away, they are a little blurred.

But he kept holding on to the idea of ​​"I can spend some time together" and did not change it.

Of course, poverty is also one of the reasons.

He is a rural teacher and is 38 years old this year.

It has been sixteen years since I went to the middle school in the Qinling Mountains to teach.

Due to school mergers and job adjustments, he has changed three schools over the years, but all of them are deep in the mountains.

It’s not that he offended someone, but that he insisted on doing so himself.

He lived in the city since he was a child. He never worried about material things since he was a child. He never thought that someone would really not have enough food or wear warm clothes.

So sixteen years ago, when he first arrived at the middle school in the small town deep in the mountains, he was really shocked.

In the summer, many people actually wear sweaters. After asking, they found out that there was no summer clothes at home.

Most students' clothes are obviously not suitable, and they are obviously modified by adults.

There were almost no students who had no patches on their bodies.

They lived in a large shop with more than 20 people in the school, covered with moldy quilts, and some students said that they were more comfortable than living at home.

The students eat dry biscuits they bring from home, and a cup of boiling water is for lunch and dinner.

Some students have not even eaten meat until they are fourteen or fifteen years old. In their eyes, Roujiamo is a very luxurious food.

Most of them have to walk far mountain roads to school, and when they encounter rain and snow, they can only ask for some food from their classmates.

When he visited his home, he found that there were two grandparents living in a leaking thatched hut. There was only one earthen kang and a mat in his home, and there was not even a quilt.

A student came from a poor family and only carved some wild chestnuts and wild vegetables that could not be named when he came to school. He did not know that the other party had not eaten for three days until he fainted from hunger in class.

What supports him here may be the bright smiles of the students and the simple "teachers".

Perhaps it was the bowl of chicken noodle that the student cried while ate during the home visit. Later he realized that it was the only old hen in the other party's family and was used to entertain him.

Perhaps it was the wild fruits, pancakes and boiled eggs that were secretly placed on his desk by the students.

Perhaps it was the clumsy thanks from the students and the humble appearance of wiping their hands on their clothes several times before shaking hands with them.

He ignored his family's dissuasion and the threat of his girlfriend's breakup, and resolutely took root in the mountains.

For sixteen years, he stayed in the mountains to teach and educate people.

Even though he had countless opportunities to leave the mountains over the years, he had not left, and he gave up many opportunities for promotion.

Even his salary and bonuses are used to subsidize some poor students and help them pay tuition and miscellaneous fees to buy clothes.

In order to reduce expenses, he opened a vegetable field on the school playground, planted some fruits and vegetables, and often invited students to taste them together.

At the age of 38, he looks much older than his old classmates.

When I went to the provincial capital for a meeting, I met a female classmate from that year. The other party joked that he had become a real farmer.

He didn't care, but instead felt that this was a compliment to himself.

He felt that only by integrating into the environment can we better teach and educate students and make students more convinced and close to them.

In the past sixteen years, he has taught thousands of students.

Some of these people are repeating their ancestors' paths, while others are working hard to learn and walk out of the mountains.

Some joined the army, some were in 996 in big cities, some went to work in public departments, and some chose the same path as them.

One of the female students he taught joined the TV station and told the leaders of the station about him, which attracted the attention of the above.

Then the media arrived, and many students he taught appeared and talked about the past. Many students couldn't help crying...

For a time, his deeds were known to many people and he was awarded the title of the top ten master ethics model in the country.

Then, he was dizzy and was notified that he had the opportunity to enter the Fantasy Park and at the same time he had an unlimited consumption limit.

This made Zhang Shikun feel unreal now.

He is naturally well-known for his reputation as a fantasy park.

At the opening ceremony of the freshman's school more than ten days ago, he took some people who entered the fantasy park and gave examples to those who were driven away because they did not understand the rules and other reasons, telling them that they were not educated, not moral, and they didn't know how to grasp the fact that they had lost their pie from the sky.

However, at this moment, he actually got the opportunity to enter the Fantasy Park.

I'm just a teacher!

Zhang Shikun looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!