I’m Really a Superstar

evening.

Relatives have already left.

In the evening, there were only three members of Zhang Ye’s family left for dinner. They ate relatively simple noodles with soybean paste, which Zhang Ye specifically requested. You can’t eat such authentic old Beijing noodles with soybean paste in the south, especially when my mother made this. The braised pork is simply amazing. Zhang Ye has never tired of eating it since he was a child.

"How is it?" Mom asked with a smile.

Zhang Ye slurped the noodles, "It still tastes the same, delicious."

Mom said happily: "That's right, I can't fault my craftsmanship. When you go back to Shanghai tomorrow, Mom will give you more fried sauce and you can take it with you."

Zhang Ye ate and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's six forty, what's wrong?" Dad looked at his watch.

Zhang Ye hurriedly finished the last two bites and said, "I have to go out. I have something to do."

"Come back early." Mom reminded: "You have to report to Peking University tomorrow, so don't delay your business."

"Okay, I got it. I'll be back before ten o'clock." After Zhang Ye was full, he went downstairs and drove.

The X5 bulletproof car was thrown away in his parents' neighborhood. Because it was left for so long, the car was covered with dirt. Zhang Ye didn't have time to wash the car, so he didn't care and drove to Cao Mengmeng's school.

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Early seven o'clock.

Outside the gate of Beijing No.15 Middle School.

The sky was a little overcast, and then it seemed to get dark all of a sudden, without even a buffer.

No. 15 Middle School is just west of Taoranting, on Zixin Road, quite close to Caishikou. In fact, there is no need to drive from Zhang Ye's parents' house, and it will definitely arrive in a quarter of an hour. As soon as the car arrived, Zhang Ye saw the crowd of cars coming and going at the school gate, and regretted driving here. He knew that it was the parents of students who brought their children to attend the New Year's Day party, and looking at the ages of those children, there were not only There are students from the junior high school and even the high school. This party is probably held by the junior high school and the high school together. The 15th middle school is a key city, so this kind of party will naturally be more lively and grand than ordinary middle schools.

There is a queue to park in front of you.

Zhang Ye estimated that at this speed, he wouldn't be able to get into school for a while. He had lived here for too long. He turned the steering wheel and drove two hundred meters west, parking the car at a hot pot restaurant. At the entrance, the business of this store is average. There are not many cars parked there. The boss is also a nearby resident and is very easy to talk to. Usually if you leave it in his parking space when there is no parking space, the boss will not say anything.

After getting off the car, Zhang Ye walked into No.15 Middle School.

The party started at about half past seven, and almost all the people who arrived now were tailgaters.

Ring ring ring.

The phone rang.

"Brother! Why aren't you here yet!" Cao Mengmeng's angry voice came out of the phone.

Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "I'm here. I just entered the door. The main entrance to the west. I'm waiting for you under your school's motto, right?"

"Are there? Okay, okay! Wait for me!" He hung up.

Not long after, a pretty figure ran over, "Brother!" Then she looked at him speechlessly, "Why are you still wearing sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye said: "You're used to it, just wear it."

Cao Mengmeng said depressedly: "I still want to show off! Who would recognize you if you wear sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, your brother's reputation is not as good as you think. My face is useless.

Hurry up, I promise you'll be fine if you come. "

Cao Mengmeng pulled him and hurriedly walked toward the auditorium, "Forget it, let's go, hurry, hurry, there's almost no room inside. There are too many people today. The junior high school and high school are having a New Year's Day party together. Although they are not free to attend, there are More than half of the people didn’t come, but those who came all brought a parent with them, so there isn’t enough room in the auditorium!”

As soon as we entered the auditorium, we saw a huge crowd of people.

The stuffy smell that hit my face was really not pleasant.

"Oh, don't squeeze!"

"Daughter, I'm here!"

"Teacher Sun, long time no see!"

"Class 1, Grade 3! Parents of Class 1, Grade 3, come here!"

"Classes 2 and 5 of high school have not gathered yet! If your parents haven't arrived yet, please contact us!"

"Students of Class 3, please listen to me. Try not to make any noise during the party later and stay quiet because it will be recorded."

Parents are hurrying to take their seats.

The head teachers are also busy.

It was not that no one noticed Zhang Ye inside. Occasionally, a few people even stared at him for a few times before turning away, as if they thought Zhang Ye looked familiar, but did not pay attention. Zhang Ye is now considered a celebrity, especially in the capital. His reputation is pretty good. After all, he is not a popular star like Zhang Yuanqi, and his exposure is limited, so many people haven't seen Zhang Ye wearing sunglasses. To the point where I can still recognize him. Another key point is the environment. If it is in front of a TV station or at a celebrity party, if everyone sees Zhang Ye wearing sunglasses, they may guess that it is him because a signal has been implanted in their brains in advance. , but this is a New Year's Day party of an ordinary middle school. Even if some people think Zhang Ye looks familiar, they are unlikely to think otherwise.

"Mengmeng!" A young woman called her over there.

Cao Mengmeng hurriedly waved, "Hehe, Teacher Leng, I'm here!"

The average-looking young woman wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses was obviously Cao Mengmeng's class teacher. She complained: "You are the only one who is slow every time. Where are your parents?"

Cao Mengmeng pointed at Zhang Ye and said, "Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

Teacher Leng smiled and nodded, "Who are you?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Hello, Teacher Leng, I am Mengmeng's brother. This girl has thanked you for your trouble."

Teacher Leng briefly shook hands with him and said, "It's okay. Mengmeng is quite a good kid. He is a pistachio in our class, but he is not very motivated in his studies. Let's talk about it alone after we break up for a while. I used to talk to him My parents have said it several times, but to no avail. You are his brother and should be closer to the child. What you say may be more effective than his parents. She is particularly poor at Chinese. I am a Chinese teacher and head teacher. The final exam is coming soon, and as a teacher, I am worried about her. She is not good at basic knowledge, composition, and by the way, there are also math scores, which are also..." This class teacher seems to be a very responsible teacher. On this New Year's Day party, don't forget to care about your children's studies.

Cao Mengmeng looked helpless and winked at Zhang Ye: "Look, what am I talking about? Did our teacher give me blood as soon as he saw my parents?"

Zhang Ye repeatedly claimed, "Okay, okay, I will criticize him later."

Teacher Leng hummed, "You have to talk about her properly." Then he noticed the time and hurriedly said, "Hey, let's not talk about it for now. Let's take a seat quickly."

Cao Mengmeng groaned, "Why is there no room?"

Teacher Leng turned around and found that all the seats reserved for their class were gone. There were several parents of their children standing in the aisle, "Parents, I'm really sorry. The school may not have made arrangements for today. Logistics There are chairs prepared over there, why don’t you just make do with it and sit in the aisle? I’m so sorry, we’ll just make do with it.”

Teacher Leng no longer made soft seats. When she saw a parent who seemed to be older, she gave her seat to her. Then she went to coordinate the chairs and found someone to move a lot of them. She also talked to those parents Sit in the aisle. Other classes are in a similar situation. Some classes are not full, so they even out the class next to them. Some classes are full, so they can only set up chairs in the aisle. However, their class teacher does not do it himself.

So Teacher Leng is a pretty good class teacher.

Zhang Ye didn't say anything and sat on a small stool indifferently.

Cao Mengmeng didn't want to anymore, "Brother, why don't you sit with me, you are a wise man..."

"Okay, what a big deal." Zhang Ye interrupted her, "Hurry up and consolidate your recitation program. Isn't it your turn in the second half?"

"Then...okay." Cao Mengmeng returned to her seat, surrounded by classmates from her class.

Beside, a little girl said with a smile: "Mengmeng, who is that?"

"My brother." Cao Mengmeng raised her neck proudly, "Aren't you handsome?"

Another boy blinked, "Hey, why is your brother wearing sunglasses? It's so dark in the auditorium."

Cao Mengmeng chuckled, "My brother is a big star, so of course he has to wear sunglasses."

"Big star? You can't, right?" said a somewhat mature-looking young man.

A girl who didn't seem to have a good relationship with Cao Mengmeng snorted: "What kind of celebrity? Mengmeng, you are exaggerating. I think your brother just wears sunglasses to look cool."

Cao Mengmeng said, "Lily, why do I look down on you so much? If I tell you who my brother is, I will scare you to death!"

Lily pouted, "Blow it."

Cao Mengmeng curled her lips and said, "I don't even bother to care about you."

A little boy hurriedly talked to Xini, "Mengmeng, Lily, you two, stop arguing. Every time we meet, you have to fight with each other. We are tired of watching you."

star?

Other students didn't take it seriously either.

Teacher Leng did hear the conversation over there. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ye diagonally behind him. He looked familiar, but it seemed to be a popular one, so he didn't pay attention.

"Little brother, who are you?" asked a parent sitting next to him.

Zhang Ye looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Oh, I am Mengmeng's brother."

The parent smiled and nodded, "Hello, I am Pengpeng's father."

"I'm Xiaomeng's mother, hello." Another middle-aged woman interrupted.

Zhang Ye was chatting casually with a few parents. He really didn't adapt to the atmosphere of this "parent-teacher meeting". After all, they were all in their thirties and forties, and he was only in his twenties.

"What's your job, little brother?" the middle-aged man asked with interest.

"Me?" Zhang Ye really couldn't answer for a while. You said he was engaged in literature, but that doesn't count. You said he was a host. Now that he has been suspended from work, you said he was teaching, right? It won't be reported until tomorrow, so due to this hesitation, the middle-aged woman next to me changed the topic.

The woman asked: "What does eldest brother do?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The editor of the newspaper is to organize and publish the literature. We even published Teacher Leng's articles in newspapers. I was the one who arranged the layout at that time. I only learned about the pen name a few months ago. Leng Yue is our Teacher Leng, what a coincidence."

Another man next to him said, "Ah? Teacher Leng has been in the newspaper?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "That's right. Teacher Leng is very talented. Our editor-in-chief praised the prose last time. It was very well written."

Teacher Leng smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Yang, please don't brag to me. I just caught up by chance. What kind of talent is this little ink in my belly?"

Brother Yang smiled and said: "You are humble. If you don't have talent, who does?"

Teacher Leng smiled slightly, "Of course it's Teacher Zhang Ye. I'm his fan. Whether he writes poems or does programs, he never uses manuscripts or ideas. He can write on anything he picks up, just open his mouth. The first work that shocked the literary world, Teacher Zhang is talented!"

Brother Yang responded, "That's right. I heard that the collection of essays published by Zhang Ye has sold more than 200,000 copies. That's not a novel, it's a collection of essays and poems. This sales volume is simply incredible!"

Teacher Leng said: "I have contributed to the sales volume of three books. Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are really good, and his articles and speeches are also world-class. There is no choice!"

The woman said: "I have never read Zhang Ye's works, but my sister likes him very much. She has to watch every issue of his "Zhang Ye Talk Show" two or three times."

Brother Yang sighed with emotion: "In the literary world now, the newcomer with the strongest momentum is Zhang Ye, but I think in real comparison, the senior masters in the literary and poetic circles should still be a head above Zhang Ye. In terms of literary quality, Zhang Ye is Ye’s works should be inferior to those of the masters.”

Teacher Leng shook his head, "I don't think so. I think Zhang Ye can already compare with those masters in terms of his works."

Brother Yang looked at her and said: "Teacher Leng, I have a different opinion on this. If we talk about satirical poetry alone, Zhang Ye can be said to dominate the world in China. He can indeed be on par with those literary masters, such as "Dead Water", "Answer" ", or the shout-out "Prison Song" and "My Confession", "Haiyan" is also considered. In this field, Zhang Ye is at the pinnacle. I also admit that, but in the field of love poetry, Zhang Ye's works It is basically blank. "To See or Not to See" is not considered a love poem. It is just a "Birds and Fishes". Therefore, in terms of the diversity and comprehensiveness of literature, Zhang Ye and the masters There is still a certain gap."

The woman said, "I've heard of Birds and Fishes. It's very good."

Teacher Leng said with a smile: "One piece of "Birds and Fishes" is enough."

Brother Yang said: "But to be more serious, "Birds and Fish", also known as "The Farthest Distance in the World," is at best a yearning for love, not a love poem in pure meaning. At least that's how I understand it. Yes, so in terms of love, which is the most important thing in the poetry system, Zhang Ye still lacks proof of his works. If he really writes another modern poem that can appreciate love, I will admit that he is a master."

Teacher Leng stopped arguing with him, "There will be."

While chatting, their topic unexpectedly shifted to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye, who was sitting among them, couldn't help but blush. Hearing people praise him so much, and the cute head teacher even claimed to be his fan, Zhang Ye also smiled.

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