Chapter 2727 [Second update]
This is an era in which everyone is crazy about martial arts. Novels include Jin Yong, Gu Long and Wen Ruian; movies include "Shaolin Temple", "Swordsman II", "The Magic Crane Needle", etc.; TV series include "The Return of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The White-Eyebrowed Hero" and "The White-Haired Witch".
Everyone watches martial arts films, and everyone loves martial arts films.
Television staff are no exception.
The new criminal detective-style martial arts novels in the "Wuxia" magazine have a flavor similar to Gu Long's martial arts novel "Lu Xiaofeng", but the two are completely different.
"Director, didn't you say before that the station was going to prepare to shoot its own drama? What do you think of "The Song Dynasty"? While our station is currently broadcasting "Justice Bao", let's quickly shoot a sequel." The TV station staff also understands publicity. Seeing that "The Song Dynasty" is so openly riding on the popularity of "Bao", they have bought the mainland broadcast rights for "Bao", and it would be a shame not to do so.
The station director was moved by what he said. "It's a pity that only two cases have been released. At present, the two cases seem to be connected. We don't know what will happen next. Let's wait and see when the next few episodes come out."
“What will happen when ‘Bao’ is finished airing?” Once it’s finished airing, the popularity will fade away.
The station director held the magazine in his hand and couldn't help wanting to knock the young man on the head: "Silly, why don't you just replay it?"
Nowadays, people's entertainment activities are limited. Apart from going to karaoke and dancing, they can only watch TV at home. A popular drama like "Bao" will be watched even if it is replayed three times, not to mention once.
Things turned out just as Jiang Ning had guessed. After the military training, they had no time to write. They had to get up at 5:30 in the morning to stand at attention for two and a half hours. They would not disperse until all the seniors in their second and third years had finished their breakfast and went to class. They had to go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. They had to keep quiet so as not to disturb the students in their second and third years who were attending classes normally. Then they would practice turning left and right and marching in step.
During training, the instructors are the ones who shout slogans, but the freshmen don’t need to shout, otherwise the noise will be too loud and will disturb the sophomores and juniors in the teaching building who are attending classes.
When will I be able to open my voice and shout: "One! Two! Three! Four!"
At five o'clock, when the second and third year high school students went to the cafeteria to eat, the freshmen at this time practiced marching in step and shouting in unison.
When the senior students returned to the teaching building for evening self-study, it was their turn to eat and get water. After eating and getting water, they stood at attention for another two hours. When they returned to the dormitory, took a shower and changed their clothes, they were so tired that they lay on the bed and did not want to move at all.
But he had to stay still, even if it was only for half an hour, Jiang Ning had to get up and work hard.
The other girls in the dormitory were annoyed when they saw how excited she was. They had no choice but to take out their books and read while lying or sitting on the bed.
Xu Xiuli was very tired and was a little late. When she returned to the dormitory, she saw her roommates curled up again. After hanging up the clothes, they lay back on the bed, picked up the books and put them down again. She couldn't help but ask Jiang Ning: "Jiang Ning, aren't you tired?"
Jiang Ning wrote without raising his head, "I'm so tired. My legs are almost paralyzed."
They had already stood in military posture for such a long time on the first day. Jiang Ning was still on the flag-raising platform where everyone was staring at him intently, and he couldn't relax for even a moment.
Xu Xiuli looked at Jiang Ning, then at the other girls in the dormitory, and picked up the book helplessly.
At five o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ning was still in a deep sleep when a shrill whistle sounded: "Assemble!"
A new day has begun.
Wang Yong still hasn't found Jiang Ning.
He called back to the magazine and reported today's schedule to Director Li: "The people at No. 1 Middle School said that there is no teacher named Jiang Ning."
His voice was very depressed and weak.
"What? No? Impossible!" Director Li, who had not received any email reply, became angry: "Look more carefully! If No. 1 Middle School doesn't have it, then what about No. 2 Middle School? If No. 2 Middle School doesn't have it, then what about No. 3 Middle School? Are there any other schools nearby?"
Director Li thought of other possibilities: "Jiang Ning looks like a female lesbian's name. So, ask if there is any teacher whose family member is named Jiang Ning? He might also be using his lover's name!"
This sentence actually opened up new ideas for Wang Yong.
After all, Wang Yong had a press card, so he took his press card and work ID and started asking around the school to find out which teacher’s lover had the surname Jiang.
"Jiang Ning? Don't you know?"
Wang Yong, who was waiting at the school gate early in the morning, finally caught a few day students who were rushing in for morning reading or military training. God knows, it has been a long time since he got up at five o'clock.
"Teacher Jiang? I'm still a freshman and I don't know any of the teachers at No. 1 Middle School. I have to go to military training."
"Is the teacher Jiang you are asking about a male or female teacher? There is a teacher Jiang in No. 2 Middle School. Could you have gone to the wrong place?"
Wang Yong went to the guard post of No. 2 Middle School to inquire about Teacher Jiang Ning. The management of No. 2 Middle School was relatively less strict than that of No. 1 Middle School, but outsiders were not allowed to enter and leave at will. When he inquired, the guard just waved his hands and said he didn't know.
Wang Yong is really screwed.
He now felt that Jiang Ning might not really be a teacher at No. 1 Middle School, but a relative of a teacher.
It is easy to ask about the teacher, but it is very difficult for students to know the names of the teacher's family members.
Who cares what the names of your teacher’s wife or husband are? We are not teachers in the same school!
How do I find this? Go to the teachers’ office and ask one by one, who are Jiang Ning’s relatives?
The problem is, he can't get into school.
Wang Yong felt like crying.
He has already come to Wucheng. If he doesn't find anything and just goes back, he is afraid that his internship will end early.
How difficult it is to find a job nowadays!
He took his work ID and press card and went to Wucheng Police Station to inquire.
The current police stations are not yet managed by intelligent computer systems, and all records and files are handwritten.
Jiang Ning's registered residence is at the Shuibu Town Police Station. Although his household registration will be transferred to No. 1 Middle School after school starts, it has only been two days since school started and the household registration files have not been transferred yet. Generally, it takes more than a month to transfer the household registration of so many people.
"Isn't her name Jiang Ning? Her real name is actually Ning Meng?" Wang Yong was almost doubting his life during the investigation.
He suspected that he had heatstroke and was dizzy, and had mixed up the author's pen name and real name. The account that the finance department used to pay the royalties was clearly Jiang Ning, and the real name was indeed Jiang Ning.
Could it be that the name corresponding to the account is Ningmeng? The pen name is Jiang Ning?
He opened the "Wuxia" magazine and confirmed again and again that the small words written under the big title "I was a Constable in the Song Dynasty" were: Author Ning Meng.
So, he went to the school to inquire about teacher Ning Meng.
He opened the "Song Dynasty" chapter of "Martial Arts" and pointed at the author under the title: "Uncle, it's this teacher Ning Meng!" He once again took out his various certificates to prove his identity: "If there is no teacher Jiang Ning, then where is teacher Ning Meng?"
The old man looked at him as if he were a fool.
A week passed like this, and finally it was the last day of military training. After the military parade and the principal's speech, the school's exclusive photographer came over to take a group photo of all the freshmen and instructors. If you want to take a photo with the instructors, you can also take a photo with the instructors, but the students have to pay for the individual photos themselves.
Therefore, those who still had some extra money in their pockets ran to take photos with the instructors. Some sentimental students even hugged the instructors and cried, unwilling to let them go.
It was already dark at this time. The students originally thought that the instructors would not leave until the next day. However, after the military parade and group photo, the instructors got on a large military truck and left that night, leaving the school as peaceful and quiet as ever.
The students were all crying uncontrollably. After finally calming down, they returned to the dormitory. Well, the dormitory was brightly lit. Jiang Ning had returned without knowing when. She was alone in the dormitory, opening the mosquito net and sitting on an overturned footbath with a book on it. She used the bed as a table and wrote furiously.
My roommates, who had just separated from their instructors and had red eyes from crying, said: …
Jiang Ning had to hurry. This week, she only had half an hour to write every night. What could she do in half an hour? At most I wrote about 3,000 words, plus the 10,000 words I wrote before military training, totaling about 30,000 words.
When we were taking the group photo just now, the school gate was briefly opened because the school's exclusive photographer, who is also a relative of a school teacher, has a store on the left side of the school gate. If you want to take a photo with the instructors, you have to go to the photographer's store to register your name and the number of photos you need to develop, and then pay a deposit according to the number of photos.
At that time, Jiang Ning went to the first grocery store near the gate and saw the latest issue of "Wuxia". He bought one and came back to find that it had six more chapters, which was 20,000 words. So the remaining manuscripts were only 25,000 words. "Wuxia" was a weekly magazine, and their military training had lasted exactly one week, which meant that the remaining manuscripts were gone. What should he do? I have to write it quickly.
So after the military training, all the freshmen took a group photo at the door and said goodbye to the instructors reluctantly. Only Jiang Ning, after dinner, took the kettle she had filled and rushed to the dormitory. She didn't even have time to take a shower, and hurried to write.
She wrote until the lights went out, then she quickly took her things, washed up and went to bed. Early the next morning, she went out for a run and had breakfast. She did not go upstairs after breakfast. Under the light of the cafeteria, she hurried to write 40,000 words. She then carefully copied the manuscripts she had written in the past few days again. After making sure that there were no missing words or typos, she put the manuscript in an envelope, put a stamp on it, went to the school gate, and dropped the envelope into the mailbox.
She wanted to expedite the delivery, but unfortunately she couldn't leave the school, couldn't go to the post office, and couldn't send the delivery.
The efficiency of No. 1 Middle School is particularly high. The school officially opened the day after the military training, which was Monday. All the freshmen reported to their assigned classes at eight o'clock.
In other words, after a week of tiring military training, they only had time to rest for morning reading.
There are ten classes in the first year of high school, ranked according to their academic performance. Class one is the experimental class, Class two is the elite class, and Class three to Class ten are parallel classes.
This also ensures that students with strong learning ability and fast absorption ability can gather together to learn more and deeper knowledge.
Jiang Ning was no exception. She was in a parallel class in her previous life. Her head teacher was a physics teacher whose eyes were bigger than a frog's. His wife was her math teacher who reached out to protect her when she was bullied at school and helped her, making her unforgettable for the rest of her life.
But now her head teacher is an English teacher who is about 40 years old, with an oval face, a crew cut, and speaks fluent English.
The first words he spoke when he came to the class were in English. He introduced himself in English, wrote his name on the blackboard, and then continued to introduce himself in Chinese. He said: "From now on, I will use English in my daily language in class. Please try to answer my questions and communicate with me in English. I will also try my best to improve your English grades in the next three years. Your other subject teachers will take care of your grades, but my English grade has only one goal -" He turned around and wrote "No. 1 in the grade" in English on the blackboard.
Then they started to call the roll and appoint class cadres. The head teacher's surname was Wang. Teacher Wang directly appointed the top student in the class as the class monitor, and the second-best student in the class as the study committee member. Then the class representatives of each subject were arranged according to their grades: "As for whether there will be adjustments later, we will talk about it later. Now all students, please stand up, boys and girls stand in two rows, from low to high in height." After the team was arranged, Teacher Wang directed all the students, "Two in a group, girls sit in groups one and two according to height, boys go to the back row according to height, sit in groups three and four, girls will go in and out from the front door, boys will go in and out from the back door. After class, girls will go to the left bathroom and walk along the left corridor, boys will go to the right bathroom and walk along the right corridor. Do you understand?"
Jiang Ning, who had spent three years in No. 1 Middle School and knew that the school leaders had implemented a gender separation system to prevent students from falling in love prematurely, shouted the loudest and most straightforwardly: "I understand!"
Teacher Wang nodded with great satisfaction when he saw Jiang Ning's buzz cut, then he pulled out a stack of test papers from somewhere and said, "Very good, now we will start the test!"
There were no classes on Monday. After introducing themselves, the teachers of each subject took out a stack of test papers and conducted a preliminary test. While handing out the test papers, they also said, "Let me see which students didn't study hard during the summer vacation."
Most of the content on the test paper is junior high school test questions, but there is also a small portion that is content that students need to learn in the first year of high school.
There was wailing in the whole class, except for Dormitory 610, because a test-taker appeared in the dormitory. They had been studying like crazy for the past few days, and after seeing the test papers, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other side, Wang Yong couldn't find Ning Meng, but his money was not enough for him to stay in the guesthouse forever, so he found a small room near No. 1 Middle School and rented it. Then, according to the address in the first letter Jiang Ning sent, he prepared to go to his hometown to find him.
The reason why they judged Jiang Ning to be a teacher was also related to the addresses of the two letters. One was from a small mountain village, and the other was from a county high school, which was obviously related to summer vacation and the start of school.
When sorting out the relationship between the two, a possibility suddenly flashed through Wang Yong's mind -
Could this Ning Meng be a student?
Wang Yong finally went to Shuibu Town.
He first went to the Shuibu Town Police Station to investigate whether there was a person named Jiang Ning.
Upon checking, I found that Jiang Ning really existed.
Looking at my date of birth, I calculated with my fingers and found that I was less than fourteen years old.
impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Wang Yong didn't believe that the author of "The Great Song Dynasty" could be a girl under the age of fourteen.
But the reality was that he had no choice but to believe it, because the girl's hometown information clearly stated Shuibu Town and Linhe Brigade, which was exactly the same address as the one left in the first letter. The file showed that Jiang Ning was admitted to Wucheng County No. 1 Middle School. Now, if I'm not mistaken, the girl is studying in Wucheng No. 1 Middle School.
This was only after Wang Yong clearly provided his ID card, press card, work permit, certificate issued by his unit, and the content about "The Song Dynasty" in the book "Wuxia", and called the police station in Guangzhou to confirm that Wang Yong was a real person, and only then were they allowed to check. Otherwise, the local police station would not allow a foreigner like him to check the household registration of locals.
After Wang Yong confirmed that the person he was looking for was actually a student under the age of fourteen, he became dazed and sat on a chair at the gate of the police station.
The policemen at the police station read the three issues of "Martial Arts" magazine that Wang Yong brought with great interest.
The first thing they read, of course, was a story called "The Great Song Dynasty" which was said to be written by a little girl from their local area. After reading the story, they learned that the heroine used various professional criminal investigation methods to help her father solve the case. Some of the criminal investigation methods were what they had just learned and were using, and some of them were even unknown to them, but it didn't sound like nonsense.
After reading it, the police from the local police station pointed to the professional content in "The Great Song" and said to Wang Yong in a very affirmative tone: "Comrade Wang Yong, you must have made a mistake. The author of this "The Great Song" is definitely from our public security system!"
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