I’m Really a Superstar

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afternoon.

On the way back.

There was a big intersection ahead, and the red light was a bit long. Zhang Ye waited, took out his cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a text message to Zhang Yuanqi.

Zhang Ye: Sister Zhang, I’m back to the capital.

After more than ten seconds, Didi replied: Just arrived?

Zhang Ye smiled and typed: I've been here a long time ago. When I saw you, you didn't watch the news.

Zhang Yuanqi: Out of town.

Zhang Ye: Out of town? Okay, let's have a meal when we get back. I haven't seen you for a long time. I guess I must have been in the capital a few years ago.

Zhang Yuanqi: Let’s talk.

Zhang Ye: Okay, you go about your business.

Zhang Yuanqi: Yeah.

When the light turned green ahead, Zhang Ye stepped on the accelerator.

Then he didn't put the phone back, but called Rao Aimin. It had been a month since he left the capital, and he missed Rao Aimin very much.

Beep beep, the phone went through.

Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "Hey, landlady, it's me."

Rao Aimin's familiar voice came out, "It's you kid. I'm going upstairs with the dishes. I can't free my hands. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have farts, hurry up." The sound of plastic bags clattered over there. .

"Are you shopping for groceries?" Zhang Ye said in amusement, "That's just right. I'll be there in a moment. Please leave me a meal. I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time. I was going crazy when I went to Shanghai. What about that? Let me see. Look at the watch, um, four o'clock, I'll definitely be there at four o'clock, are you sure?"

Rao Aimin curled her lips, "Besides being a bastard, what else can you do?"

Zhang Ye flattered me and said, "Who told you to cook so deliciously?"

"Okay, okay, come on, I won't go out then. Please bring Chenchen back for me. She will be out of school later." Rao Aimin called to him.

Zhang Ye said, "I just finished class and have been exhausted all day.

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Rao Aimin chuckled and said: "You don't want to live but you still want to eat? That's a good idea. Please hurry up and stop giving me nonsense."

Zhang Ye made terms and said: "Okay, I'll take you there. But I have to eat braised pork in the evening. I can't do it without braised pork."

"Don't bargain, go quickly." The line hung up over there.

Thinking about the delicious food, Zhang Ye started to drool. He sent a text message to his mother to tell them that they would not be going home today, so he drove straight to the Experimental Primary School.

When the car arrived, the school hadn't finished yet, so Zhang Ye was waiting in the car smoking a cigarette. After a while, more and more cars came, and parents came. Then as soon as the primary school door opened, the children came out one after another, and Zhang Ye Ye threw away the cigarette butts and got out of the car, waiting at the door.

"Hey, Teacher Zhang"

"Isn't this Teacher Zhang?"

"Are you here to pick up the child?"

"Teacher Zhang, I heard that you are now a lecturer at Peking University?"

Although Zhang Ye was wearing sunglasses, he once came to attend a parent-teacher meeting for Chenchen. Several parents from Chenchen's class recognized him and said hello because they were all related to the students' parents. , they didn’t regard Zhang Ye as an ordinary star, and spoke very casually.

Zhang Ye also smiled and chatted with them casually, "Hey, it's just nonsense. With my level, Peking University will probably give me a leave next semester, haha."

A beautiful little figure suddenly appeared.

Zhang Ye had sharp eyes and immediately waved, "Chenchen, here"

Chenchen turned his head to find the direction of the voice, "Zhang Ye?"

"Your aunt is cooking with the family. She asked me to pick you up." Zhang Ye stretched out his hand.

Chenchen said "Oh", said goodbye to the two children in the same class next to him, then walked slowly to Zhang Ye, looked at his stretched out hand, pouted his little mouth, and reluctantly put his little hand on it. Zhang Ye's big hand said, "Zhang Ye, can you stop holding hands all the time? I'm so embarrassed."

Zhang Ye smiled and touched her head, "Little thing, how old are you? Do you know what face is?"

Chen Chen rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "...Haha."

"What expression? This is so funny." Zhang Ye pulled her into the car. He got in from the other end, then fastened Chenchen's seat belt before driving.

"Chenchen."

"Yu?"

"Do you miss your uncle?"

"hehe."

"Think so? Okay, I'm not hurting you in vain."

In the community.

One big and one little girl held hands and took the elevator upstairs.

"Wait a minute." When he arrived at the door of his rental house, Zhang Ye stopped to look for the key, and then took the key to open the door. "It's been a long time, so I'll open the door first to let in the smell." But after opening the door, what he originally expected was The smell of moisture is not there at all, and the tables and chairs are all clean, not even dust is stained. "Hey, what's going on?"

Chenchen was carrying a small schoolbag and said, "My aunt packed it."

Zhang Ye smacked his lips and said: "Hey, the landlady is better, she's so good."

The door of the landlord's aunt's house was open, and the smell of cooking was wafting out from inside. Rao Aimin's voice was heard saying: "Who is talking about me behind my back?"

Zhang Ye took Chenchen into her house and said, "Thank you, landlady, for cleaning up the house for me. Come on, I'll wash the dishes after dinner today, so I have to behave."

There was a fire in the kitchen.

Rao Aimin was serving dishes in the living room. When she heard this, she didn't look at Zhang Ye and said, "How has your kid ever taken the initiative to wash the dishes? I might as well count on you and Chenchen." After saying that, he put his chin into the bathroom and said, "Go, Wash your hands and get ready to eat. Wash them with soap and don’t mess around. There are so many bacteria now and there are all kinds of diseases. If you don’t wash your hands, no one will feed me." Then he went into the kitchen to watch the stew meat. went.

"Know."

"Know it."

Zhang Ye and Chenchen said in unison.

In the bathroom, Zhang Ye skillfully picked up Chen Chen. Chen Chen leaned over and turned on the faucet to apply soap. After washing, Zhang Ye put him down. He started to wash, and finally pulled out a towel. Zhang Ye used the towel to wipe his hands. The lower end of the towel is used to wipe hands, and the cooperation is very tacit.

After coming out, the two of them sat at the dining table.

Chenchen knocked on the table, "I'm hungry."

Zhang Ye touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry."

Chenchen chirped, "When can I eat it?"

"How about we eat first?" Zhang Ye urged.

Rao Aimin came out with the last dish and said angrily: "I'm sorry, I've worked hard all afternoon to buy and cook vegetables. I haven't even tasted any meat. You freeloaders still want to eat first? Go ahead and give me your life." "Xiaoye, go get the rice, three bowls, Chenchen, go get the chopsticks."

This scene has happened before. Zhang Ye liked this warm feeling very much, like a family, and the bickering was also fun.

dinner time.

Zhang Ye was stuffed with food.

Every time he was around, Chenchen also ate a lot, as if he was deliberately trying to compete with Zhang Ye. When eating chicken wings, he didn't even use chopsticks, and the little guy just grabbed them.

Rao Aimin glanced at the two people, "Chenchen, don't get involved, use chopsticks to eat well, and you, why do you deserve to be a Peking University lecturer with your eating habits? You teach physical education, right?"

Zhang Ye said: "It's sweet, landlady, have you read my news too?"

"Who didn't know you made such a big fuss?" Rao Aimin didn't eat very fast, but in fact, every time she ate, she often ate more than Zhang Ye and Chenchen combined. If you don’t have enough, you can’t help it. People who practice martial arts are very particular about the intake of food nutrients.

Chenchen suddenly raised his head, "Zhang Ye, is there really only eighty episodes of "A Dream of Louboutin"?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "How come you know this too? Did you watch my lecture?"

Chenchen said like an adult: "The teachers in our school talked together at noon. I heard that my class teacher is your fan. No one else believed it. My class teacher said that you must be right." Shaking his head, the little guy sighed: "Oh, idiot fans are really scary."

Rao Aimin glanced at her and said, "Stop talking like adults."

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Thank you, class teacher, for me. The truth is often in the hands of a few people. What is going on in "Dream of the Houses"? I will explain it one by one in the next few classes. Chenchen, auntie, landlady, are you here?" "You guys should watch Teacher Zhang Ye's lecture on time and watch Teacher Zhang show off his power." Back home, back to a place where you don't have to pretend to be energetic anymore. Zhang Ye is no longer as particular about his words as he was in the company, school or public places. Here, Zhang Ye can completely relax and say nothing. This is his true state of mind. Besides, it's not like the landlady doesn't know what kind of character he is, so Zhang Ye can't pretend to be stupid.

Rao Aimin said happily: "Are you still thinking about poverty? Haven't you read it online? You have been called a piece of shit, and the entire literary world is condemning you."

Zhang Ye said grandly: "It doesn't matter, I won't argue with them, time will prove it."

Rao Aimin shouted, "You are quite generous."

"That's right, my brother is now a people's teacher. He is also a person with status. He can't be the same as those people." Zhang Ye said with dignity.

But after dinner.

When Zhang Ye went online for the first time today and took a look at the outside world's evaluation of him, he couldn't help but start scolding his mother, "Oh my god, I thought you guys were just going to fan the flames. How dare you scold me?" Meng Dongguo? Ma Hengyuan? Who are these others? Hong Jia? Are you swearing? I'm ignoring you and you guys are still having fun. My mother is so upright and upright, you really think I'm easy to bully."

I didn't read the comments at first.

Looking at this, Zhang Ye couldn't bear it anymore.

The education sector is a bit better, with relatively high quality. They are only criticizing Zhang Ye's teaching issues from an objective perspective. There is no big problem in the historical community. Many of these scholars are very particular about evidence. Some historical researchers even support his views according to the literature listed by Zhang Ye.

Only the literary world

Just these people are so happy to scold you

Several red scholars took the lead, Meng Dongguo and the Beijing Writers Association and others helped out. Ma Hengyuan, a professor of literature, also came to help. A group of people wanted to skin Zhang Ye, as if they hated him to the bone. One writer, a literature writer, even directly criticized Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye cursed loudly

In one afternoon, Zhang Ye suffered more and more attacks.

It seems that nowadays, as long as you are engaged in literature, you are embarrassed to say hello to people when you go out without scolding Zhang Ye.

"Insulting a masterpiece deserves death"

"Zhang Ye is a black sheep"

"Strongly recommend that the literary community ban Zhang Ye starting today."

"Yes, this kind of deceitful person is simply a disgrace to the literary world. As a member of a republic, he actually compiled four classics? What's your mentality?"

There are more and more people denouncing Zhang Ye in the literary circle

On the Internet, many people couldn't bear to see Zhang Ye being boycotted like this.

Then Teacher Chen, the host of the Shanghai children's program, made a meager statement: "I'm confused, why did Teacher Zhang recruit you? Isn't it just to put forward some different opinions, and they are well-founded, regardless of whether they are correct or not, what Zhang Ye came up with The evidence is here to prove it, what about you? A bunch of literary people don't even look at the evidence, and they just start firing? Do you want to kill Zhang Ye? What kind of mentality do you have for Zhang Ye? Let me ask you what kind of mentality you have."

Another host from RTHK spoke, "Haha, since ancient times, literati have often looked down on each other. Zhang Ye is a host, but he has been making waves in the literary world since his debut and stole the limelight. Who wouldn't be jealous? "

A middle-aged lecturer in the history department of a normal university who was certified on Weibo said: "When discussing academics, just discuss academics. Don't make personal attacks. I don't understand you who are engaged in literature, but as we study history, the most important thing is evidence and documents. In academic terms, The rigor of the debate is the basis for argument. I personally think Zhang Ye’s argument is very reasonable. I don’t understand why the targets are all pointed at him? And it’s an unreasonable attack?”

People's hearts will always sympathize with some vulnerable groups.

Many netizens saw this and questioned the practices of those in the literary world.

"Let's talk about it with evidence."

"Teacher Zhang Ye has provided evidence and materials, what about you?"

“The literary world is so chaotic.”

"Teacher Zhang Ye is too hateful."

"Yes, I have never seen the literary world hate someone so much. Almost everyone agrees. This is because Zhang Ye has offended too many people in the past."

“What is this mentality in the literary world?”

As a result, the next moment, Zhang Ye from Rao Aimin's family logged into WeBo. Without saying any unnecessary words, he directly posted a limerick. This was a line from Guo Degang's cross talk. Zhang Ye slightly changed it.

Rao Aimin sat over and said, "Let me see what is written."

Chenchen also blinked and stood behind Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye, are you going to curse again?"

"If you don't scold them, they really don't know what their last name is." Zhang Ye snorted, "Come and read my buddy's limericks."

Typing fast

crackling

Soon, Zhang Ye's meager message came out

"": Eight Hopes"."

"Nine winters are numbered and we look forward to spring."

"Looking forward to the morning sun at midnight;"

"A beautiful woman looks forward to a big fortune."

"The idle mistress looks forward to the gangster;"

"The talented man who reads at night looks forward to the female ghost."

"The bachelor old man looks forward to his aunt. "

"I look forward to winning awards for acting."

“I hope to die when I engage in literature.”

Rao Aimin: "..."

Chenchen: “…………”

In that world, Guo Degang fell out with the entire cross talk world by himself and wrote such a limerick. Now in this world, Zhang Ye, who was still worried about a little influence and face, has now reached the point where he no longer needs to endure it, and is finally alone. Falling out with the entire literary world

Think about the past and think about now.

I write a poem and you just say that a poem is not good.

If I say something, you will say it is wrong.

It's completely unfair to people, and almost everyone who engages in literature dislikes me?

Damn, your uncle’s brother has been having sex with you since today.