Chapter 2727 [Second update]

This is an era where everyone is crazy about martial arts. Novels include Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Wen Ruian. Movies include Shaolin Temple, Swordsman: Invincible East, and Crane Magic Needle. TV series include The Condor Heroes, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The White-Eyebrowed Hero, and The White-Haired Witch.

Everyone watches martial arts, and everyone loves martial arts.

Television station staff are no exception.

The new criminal detective-style martial arts in the magazine Wuxia has 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 Great Song Dynasty"? While the "Justice Bao" that is being broadcast on our station is very popular, let's quickly shoot a sequel." The staff of the TV station also understands publicity. Seeing that "The Great Song Dynasty" is riding on the popularity of "Bao" so openly, they have bought the mainland broadcasting rights of "Bao", and it would be a pity not to do so.

The director was moved by what he said, "It's a pity that only two cases have been released. At present, the two cases are connected. We don't know what will happen in the future. Let's wait and see after the next few episodes."

"What will we do when "Bao" is finished?" After it is finished, the popularity will be gone.

The director held the magazine in his hand and couldn't help but want to knock the young man on the head: "Silly, why not just replay it once?"

Nowadays, people's entertainment activities are limited. Apart from going to karaoke and dancing, they can only watch TV at home. For a popular drama like "Bao", people will watch it even if it is replayed three times, not to mention once.

Things are just as Jiang Ning guessed. After the military training, there is no time to write. They have to get up at 5:30 in the morning to stand at military posture for two and a half hours. They will disband and go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast after all the seniors in the second and third grades have finished breakfast and go to class. They have to keep quiet and not disturb the students in the second and third grades who are in class. Then they will practice turning left and right and marching in step.

During practice, the instructors shouted slogans, but the freshmen were not required to shout, otherwise the noise would be too loud and would disturb the sophomores and juniors in the teaching building.

When could they finally let go and shout, "One! Two! Three! Four!"?

After school at five o'clock, when the sophomores and juniors went to the cafeteria to eat, the freshmen practiced marching in unison and shouting in unison.

When the seniors returned to the teaching building for evening self-study, it was their turn to eat and fetch water. After eating and fetching water, they stood at attention for another two hours. When they returned to the dormitory, took a shower and put on their clothes, they were so tired that they lay on the bed and didn't want to move at all.

But they had to move. Even if it was only for half an hour, Jiang Xi had to get up and work hard.

The other girls in the dormitory were so tired when they saw her curled up that they had no choice but to take out their books and read while lying or sitting on the bed.

Xu Xiuli, who was very tired, was a little slow in moving. When she returned to the dormitory, she saw her roommates curled up again. After hanging up the clothes, she lay back on the bed, picked up the book and put it down again. She couldn't help but ask Jiang Xi, "Jiang Xi, aren't you tired?"

Jiang Xi wrote without raising his head, "I'm tired. My legs are almost paralyzed." Jiang

Xi had stood in military posture for so long on the first day, and he was still on the flag-raising platform where everyone was staring at him, and he couldn't relax for a moment.

Xu Xiuli looked at Jiang Xi, then at the other girls in the dormitory, and picked up the book helplessly.

At five o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xi was still in a deep sleep, and a shrill and sharp whistle sounded: "Assemble!"

A new day began again.

Wang Yong still didn't find Jiang Xi.

He called back to the magazine and reported today's itinerary to Director Li: "The people at No. 1 Middle School said that there is no teacher named Jiang Xi."

His voice was very frustrated and weak.

"What? No? Impossible!" Director Li, who had not received a reply to his email, became angry: "Look more carefully! If there is no Jiang Xi at No. 1 Middle School, then what about No. 2 Middle School? If there is no

Jiang Xi at No. 2 Middle School, then what about No. 3 Middle School? Are there any other schools nearby?" Director Li thought of other possibilities: "The name Jiang Xi may also be the name of a female comrade. In this case, ask again, is there any teacher whose family member is named Jiang Xi? He may also use the name of his lover!"

This sentence actually opened up a new idea for Wang Yong.

After all, Wang Yong had a press card, so he took his press card and work permit and began to ask around the school which teacher's lover was named Jiang.

"Jiang Xi? Don't you know me?"

Wang Yong, who had been waiting at the school gate early in the morning, finally caught a few day students who were rushing to attend 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, I don't know the teachers in No. 1 Middle School, I'm going 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, are you looking for the wrong place?"

Wang Yong ran to the guard at No. 2 Middle School to ask about Teacher Jiang Xi. The management of No. 2 Middle School is relatively less strict than that of No. 1 Middle School, but it also does not allow outsiders to enter and leave at will. In response to his inquiries, they just waved their hands and said they didn't know.

Wang Yong was really screwed.

He now felt that Jiang Xi was probably not really a teacher at No. 1 Middle School, but a relative of a teacher.

But it was easy to find out about teachers, but it was too difficult for students to know the names of teachers' relatives.

Who would care about the names of your teacher's wife or husband? They are not teachers in the same school!

How to find out? Go to the teacher's office and ask one by one, who is Jiang Xi's relative?

The problem is that he can't get into the school.

Wang Yong wanted to cry.

He had already come to Wucheng. If he didn't find anything and just went back like this, he was afraid that his internship would end early.

How difficult it is to find a job now!

He took his work permit and reporter's pass and went to the Wucheng police station to inquire.

The current police station is not managed by an intelligent computer system at the back, and all records and files are handwritten.

Jiang Xi's household registration is at the Shuibu Town Police Station. Although her household registration will be transferred to No. 1 Middle School after the start of the school year, they have only been in school for two days and the household registration files have not been transferred yet. It usually takes more than a month to transfer the household registration of so many people.

"Isn't her name Jiang Xi? Her real name is actually Xi Meng?" Wang Yong's investigation made him question his life.

He wondered if he had a heat stroke and got dizzy and mixed up the author's pen name and real name. The real name in the account for the royalties in the finance office was Jiang Xi. Could

it be that the name corresponding to the account is Xi Meng? And the pen name is Jiang Xi?

He opened the "Martial Arts" magazine and confirmed again and again that the small words written under the big title "I am a Constable in the Song Dynasty" were: Author: Qing Meng.

So he went to the school to ask about Teacher Qing Meng.

He opened the "Song Dynasty" chapter of "Martial Arts" and pointed to the author under the title: "Grandpa, it's this teacher Qing Meng!" He once again took out his various certificates to prove his identity: "If there is no teacher Jiang Qing, then where is teacher Qing Meng?"

Grandpa looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

A week passed like this, and finally it was the last day of military training. After the military review and the principal's speech, the school's exclusive photographer came 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 money for the photo alone will be paid by the students themselves.

Therefore, those who still had some money in their pockets rushed 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 leave tomorrow. Who knew that after the military review and group photos, the instructors got on the military truck that night and left in a flash, leaving the school as peaceful and quiet as ever. The students

couldn't stop crying. After finally calming down, they returned to the dormitory. Well, the dormitory was brightly lit. Jiang Xi had returned without knowing when. He was in the dormitory, opened the mosquito net, sat on the overturned footbath, and put a book on the footbath. He used the bed as a table and wrote furiously.

Roommates who had just separated from the instructors and cried with red eyes: …

Jiang Xi had to hurry up. This week, she only had half an hour to write every night. What could she do in half an hour? At most, she could write 3,000 words. Add the 10,000 words she wrote before the military training, and it would be about 30,000 words. When we

took the group photo just now, the school gate was briefly opened because the school’s exclusive photographer, who was also a relative of a school teacher, had a store on the left side of the school gate. Those who wanted to take photos with the instructors had to go to the photographer’s store to register their names and the number of photos they needed to develop, and pay a deposit according to the number of photos.

At that time, Jiang Xi went to the first grocery store near the gate and saw the latest issue of "Wu Xia". He bought a copy and found that there were six more chapters, which was 20,000 words. The remaining manuscripts were only 25,000 words. "Wu Xia" was a weekly magazine. Their military training was just one week, which meant that the remaining manuscripts were gone. What should I do? I had to write quickly.

So after the military training, all the freshmen took a group photo at the gate and reluctantly said goodbye to the instructors. Only Jiang Xi, after dinner, took the water bottle he had prepared and rushed to the dormitory. He didn't even have time to take a shower, and he hurried to write.

She wrote until the lights went out, then she quickly took her things, washed up and went to bed. The next morning, she went downstairs to run and eat breakfast. After breakfast, she did not go upstairs. Under the light of the cafeteria, she hurried to write 40,000 words. Then she carefully copied the manuscripts she had written in the past few days again. After making sure that there were no missing words or wrong words, she put the manuscripts in an envelope, affixed the stamp, went to the school gate, and dropped the envelope into the mailbox.

She wanted to speed up, but unfortunately she could not leave the school, go to the post office, or speed up.

The efficiency of No. 1 Middle School is particularly high. The day after the military training, which was Monday, the school officially opened. All freshmen in the school reported to their assigned classes at 8 o'clock.

That is to say, after a week of hard military training, they only had one break for morning reading.

There are ten classes in the first year of high school, ranked by grades. Class one is the experimental class, class two is the elite class, and classes three to ten are parallel classes.

This also ensures that students with strong learning ability and quick receptive ability are gathered together to learn more and deeper knowledge.

Jiang Xi is no exception. She was in a parallel class in her previous life. Her head teacher was a physics teacher with eyes bigger than a frog. His wife was her math teacher who helped her when she was bullied in school and helped her so that she will never forget it in her life.

But now her head teacher is an English teacher in his forties with an oval face, a crew cut, and fluent English.

The first thing he said when he came to the class was English. He introduced himself in English, wrote his name on the blackboard, and then continued his self-introduction in Chinese. He said: "From now on, I will use English in my daily conversation in class. Please try to answer my questions and communicate with me in English. I will also do my best to improve your English grades in the next three years. Your other subject grades will be taken care of by your other teachers, but for my English grades, I have only one goal -" He turned around and wrote "No. 1 in the grade" in English on the blackboard.

Then he started to call the roll and appoint class leaders. The class teacher's last name was Wang. Teacher Wang directly appointed the top student in the class as the 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, and 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 of one or two according to height, boys go to the back row according to height, sit in groups of three or four, girls will go in and out from the front door, and boys will go in and out from the back door. After class, girls will go to the left side of the bathroom and walk along the left corridor, and boys will go to the right side of the bathroom and walk along the right corridor. Corridor on the right, do you understand?"

Jiang Xi, who had been in No. 1 Middle School for three years and knew that the school leaders implemented the separation of boys and girls to prevent students from falling in love prematurely, shouted the loudest and most decisively: "I understand!"

Teacher Wang saw Jiang Xi's short hair and nodded with great satisfaction. Then he took out a stack of test papers from somewhere and said: "Very good, now let's start the baseline test!"

There were no classes all Monday. After introducing themselves, the teachers of various subjects took out a stack of test papers and conducted the baseline test at the beginning of the school. While handing out the test papers, they said: "Let me see which students did not study hard during the summer vacation."

Most of the content of the test papers were junior high school test questions, but there was also a small part of the content to be learned 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 reading like crazy these days, and they all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the test questions.

On the other side, Wang Yong couldn't find Ximeng, but he didn't have enough money to keep spending in the guesthouse, so he rented a small room near No. 1 Middle School, and then went to his hometown according to the address of the first letter Jiang Xi sent.

The reason why they judged that Jiang Xi was a teacher at the time was also related to the addresses of the two letters, one was from a small mountain village, and the other was from a high school in the county, which was obviously the relationship between summer vacation and the start of school.

When sorting out the relationship between the two, a possibility suddenly flashed through Wang Yong's mind -

this Ximeng, could it be a student?

Wang Yong finally went to Shuibu Town.

He first went to the Shuibu Town Police Station to check if there was a person named Jiang Wu.

After checking, he found that there really was a Jiang Wu.

He then looked at her date of birth and calculated with his fingers that she was less than fourteen years old.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Wang Yong did not believe that the author of "The Great Song" could be a girl less than fourteen years old.

But he couldn't help but believe it, because the girl's hometown information clearly stated Shuibu Town and Linhe Brigade, which was exactly the same as the address in the first letter. The file showed that the girl Jiang Gui was admitted to Wucheng County No. 1 Middle School. If I'm not mistaken, the girl is currently studying at Wucheng No. 1 Middle School.

This was because Wang Yong clearly provided his ID card, reporter card, work permit, certificate issued by his unit, and the content about "Da Song" in the book "Wu Xia", and called the police station in Guangzhou to confirm that Wang Yong really existed, so he was allowed to check. Otherwise, the local police station would not let him, an outsider, 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 was in a trance and sat on a chair at the entrance of the police station.

The police officers in the police station read the three issues of the "Martial Arts" magazine that Wang Yong brought with him with great interest.

The first thing they read was of course a story called "The Song Dynasty" that was said to be written by a little girl in their area. After reading it, the heroine used various professional criminal detection methods to help her father solve the case. Some of the criminal detection methods were what they had just learned and were using, and some of the criminal detection methods were not even known to them, but they did not 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 found the wrong author. The author of this "The Great Song" is definitely from our public security system!"