Someone who had disappeared from Class 1, Grade 9 for a week walked into the classroom with a dignified look, carrying a schoolbag.

A woman who had been gloomy for several days suddenly became radiant the moment someone stepped into the classroom.

Wan Feng felt a ray of sunlight shining on his face, which was very dazzling. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Xuan's bright eyes.

Wan Feng walked to the back of the podium and, as if to be serious, tapped it with his blackboard eraser. "Everyone, be quiet! I've been away for a week for further studies. From today on, I'll be the specially hired substitute teacher for the vocational high school. I'll be teaching the next class. My class is about physiology. Please look at the diagrams below."

Wan Feng turned around and drew two round balls on the blackboard with chalk, which looked very much like the two parts on a woman's breasts.

"Does everyone understand what this is?"

The boys all stared with their eyes wide open as if they knew what was going on, while the girls blushed redly, and adjectives like "rogue, shameless, and obscene" came flooding in like a tide.

"Look, you're thinking in the wrong direction, right? Everyone, keep watching."

Wan Feng then made a few strokes and turned the two balls into standing cats.

This meme appeared in many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies in the 1990s, and Wan Feng just copied it.

"Look at how filthy your thoughts are! Teacher, I just drew a cute cat, but what are you thinking? Is this shameless? Is this vulgar? You should strengthen your ideological thinking..."

"Beat him!" Zhang Xuan couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was talking nonsense seriously again. He shouted first and then threw a ball of paper at him.

"I told you not to lie! Impersonating a teacher."

Ji Chun and Wang Wenmin then threw paper balls towards the podium, and then other girls joined in by singing and shadowing. For a while, paper balls fell on someone like snow.

You spendthrift bitches, aren't your homework books money? I've already torn up and crumpled up the papers and am waiting to tell you that I'll beat your butts to pieces.

Wan Feng fled with his hands protecting his head, and ran back to his seat under the hail of bullets.

Even when he ran back to his seat, a paper ball as big as a fist still fell on his head with a thud.

"What are you doing? I've already returned to my seat, why are you still throwing things? If you do it again, I'll get angry!"

Wan Feng turned his head and yelled at the back, and immediately saw a bigger ball of paper as big as a shot put appear in Zhang Xuan's hand.

"Zhang Xuan! If you dare to throw that paper ball at my head..."

"Swoosh!" The paper ball flew towards him in disbelief. Wan Feng shrank his head, and the paper ball landed on the crucial part of his head in front of him.

"Hahaha, I missed!"

"Teacher Wan, come here!" Zhang Xuan held back his smile and hooked his finger at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng came to Zhang Xuan's seat, and Ji Chun stood up tactfully: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Wan Feng plopped down on Ji Chun's seat. "What do you want me to do? Ask me about physiology? Then you've found the right person."

"You are so shameless!" He Yanfei looked at Wan Feng with displeasure again.

"He..." He Yanfei's eyes suddenly widened.

"If you dare to call me Aunt He again, I'll scratch you!"

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his neck. "Scratching is good, it's tickling me. He Yanfei! You threw the paper ball just now, didn't you? The one with the most force must have been thrown by you. You were planning to murder... your classmate."

She almost said she murdered her husband, but now is not the time to joke about this.

He Yanfei turned his face away and didn't look at Wan Feng.

Zhang Xuan chuckled, and when he had finished laughing, he asked, "What have you been doing these days?"

"Further study...I'm out on business."

"Going home?"

"I didn't go home. I stayed in the county town for seven days."

What if this woman asks him for clothes when he gets home?

"Oh! What are you doing in the county town?"

"There's something important that I can't tell you."

Zhang Xuan's face turned pale. This guy's trip to the county town couldn't be related to a woman.

If Wan Feng knew what Zhang Xuan was thinking, he would definitely praise Zhang Xuan for being smart. Yes, it was indeed related to women.

Just as Zhang Xuan was about to ask something else, a voice suddenly came from the classroom door: "Wan Feng!"

Wan Feng turned around and saw that it was Qu Yang.

Qu Yang stood at the classroom door and waved to Wan Feng with a happy face.

Wan Feng immediately stood up and walked to the classroom door: "Teacher Qu, you called me?"

"Follow me!" Qu Yang said, "Follow me" and turned to walk towards the school office.

Wan Feng followed Qu Yang to the teacher's office.

Qu Yang took out a letter and a large envelope from the drawer very mysteriously.

Qu Yang handed the letter to Wan Feng.

As soon as Wan Feng saw the cover of the envelope and saw that it was signed by the Inna River Editorial Department, he knew what was going on.

"Teacher Qu, you look so happy. You don't need to look. This must be the acceptance letter. Your work has been published! Then this big envelope is the sample book?" Wan Feng deliberately spoke loudly.

Now is the time to flatter Qu Yang, and we must say it out loud so that everyone knows.

Wan Feng was once a young literary man, so he naturally understood the minds of the contributors.

When I write and submit articles, I am always secretive, for fear that others will find out and say that I am a toad wanting to eat swan meat. But once the article is published, it is a different story. I am afraid that others will not know about it.

Qu Yang himself would definitely not make a fuss about it. All intellectuals have the habit of being self-righteous and pretentious, so the responsibility of publicity fell on Wan Feng.

Sure enough, when Wan Feng shouted like that, all the teachers in the office heard it, and their eyes were focused on Qu Yang's position and face.

Wan Feng picked up the big envelope, took out a sample book from it and opened it!

Jiang Min was quite obedient and indeed published Qu Yang's novel on the front page of the publication.

"Wow! It's even on the headlines! Teacher Qu, you're so amazing!"

The novel of more than 4,000 words takes up one and a half pages. At the end of the novel, there is an introduction to the author: Qu Yang, a teacher at the Red Bianjiang Farm Vocational High School in Heilongjiang Province, loves literature and is willing to make friends with literary friends all over the world with his pen.

When the other teachers heard that Qu Yang had published his work, they gathered around and admired Qu Yang's masterpiece while praising him.

"How much royalties will this novel earn me?" A female Chinese teacher named Mengyan asked the most practical question based on actual circumstances.

After Qu Yang was transferred, Meng Yan became Wan Feng's next Chinese teacher.

"A national publication might charge 20 yuan per thousand words, while this regional publication should charge 15 yuan per thousand words. Mr. Qu Yang's novel is about 4,000 words, so the fee should be around 60 yuan."

"Wow! That's more than our monthly salary. Teacher Qu, you have to treat us."

At this moment, the pimples on Qu Yang's face were all shining, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Of course, of course, I will treat you when the royalties come."