Yu Qian had just finished accompanying Zhang Xuejiu to class when he heard Zhang Xuejiu calling him:
"Yu Qian."
Yu Qian: ???
Why does Zhang Xuejiu's tone sound weird?
He turned around, smiled, and bowed:
"Zhang Xuejiu."
Zhang Xuejiu stroked his beard with satisfaction, his face full of kindness:
"Yu Qian, I heard you're writing a book recently?"
Yu Qian looked puzzled.
How did Zhang Xuejiu know this?
"Yes." He bowed again, "Does Master Zhang have any instructions?"
Yu Qian thought of various possibilities, but he rejected them all.
While I was daydreaming, I heard Zhang Xuejiu say with a smile:
"It's nothing, don't be nervous. I just want to tell you that you should temporarily hand over the lecturer job to Nolan. Once you finish writing, you can come back to work."
Yu Qian: ???
Yu Qian walked towards his residence with a head full of questions.
Along the way, he met no less than ten people.
Nine of them asked him, "Mr. Yu, have you finished writing the book?"
Another person directly stuffed money into his pocket and said, "Mr. Yu, I'll give you the money first. How much has the book written? Could you let me see it first?"
Yu Qian:!!!
He stuffed the money back and ran away.
Oh my god!
The feeling of being urged to update more is really terrible!
He covered his ears and pretended not to hear anyone he met along the way.
Even if the other party stopped him, he just kept shaking his head and said "I don't know, I don't know".
Yu Qian didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he returned to his residence and closed the door.
Looking at the pieces of paper on the table, Yu Qian smiled bitterly.
How could he write such a masterpiece so quickly?
Although Miss Xin talked about a lot of details, he had to connect all the plots together and rationalize everything so that everything had logic.
This workload is no less than writing a book by myself!
Yu Qian scratched his head.
Sad~
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