Chapter 40: , I'll Resign and Marry You, How About That?

Don't look at Wang Qi always putting on a stinky face in front of students, cold and hard to talk to, but that's what the role requires.

Actually, in the hearts of acquaintances and friends, he is a very humorous and refreshing person.

According to Teacher Luo, the head teacher of Class 206: If Wang Qi jokes with you without taboos, it means he truly treats you as a friend; otherwise, his mouth is very tight.

Therefore, Wang Runwen didn't take the words "marry him" to heart and just listened.

She asked later: "Then Old Wang, which one is better, *People's Literature* or *Harvest*?"

Wang Qi pointed his right finger at the ceiling: "Both are the ceiling existence of domestic literary magazines, both are good.

*People's Literature* won't be mentioned; it's in Beijing, and behind it are backers like the China Writers Association and the China Writers Publishing Group.

And the editor-in-chief of *Harvest* magazine is Mr. Ba; you weigh it yourself."

Hearing the China Writers Association and super big names like Mr. Ba, Wang Runwen paid tribute, and the status of these two magazines in her heart instantly rose infinitely.

Li Heng, this guy, actually did such a big thing without a sound...!

Wang Runwen didn't understand anything now, but seemed to understand everything, and said to Teacher Wang Qi:

"There are still a few minutes before class, so I'll take Li Heng away first."

"Fine."

Wang Qi didn't ask for the reason, said "fine," and stepped aside to make way for her to enter the classroom.

Looking at the breakfast bags in the English teacher's hands, the people in Class 204 were full of envy. Even individual boys stole glances at her full and upright chest, wishing they were Li Heng.

Coming to the fourth row of the fifth group, Wang Runwen pointed at someone's book with her finger: "Come out with the teacher, I have something to find you."

Then she said to the eyes looking over from all around: "Work hard to review words and sentence patterns; memorize what should be memorized, strengthen what should be strengthened; it's the scholarship exam soon, I heard from the dean that the questions are particularly difficult, you should have a psychological preparation."

Because there wasn't much time, Li Heng had been rushing to write the remaining parts of *To Live* during early morning self-study. Pondering for two seconds, he put the manuscript into his schoolbag and carried it with him.

Arriving outside the classroom, the English teacher just shared a breakfast with him and didn't speak.

Until they went down to the playground and saw no one around, Wang Runwen finally opened her mouth:

"Just now the teacher received a call from an editor of *People's Literature*, the other party is looking for you..."

She repeated the content of the call word for word, and finally said regretfully: "It's a pity the phone had noise, I only heard 'People's Literature.'

I didn't hear what was said later, and I didn't even know what the other party's name was, only knowing it was a woman who wasn't old."

After speaking, seeing him gulping down tofu brain, Wang Runwen asked: "Is Twelve Months your pen name?"

"Hmm."

"Why is it Twelve Months, not other months? Does this have any special meaning?"

"There are twelve months in a year, representing red every month."

In Shaoshi, many places like to bring a tail "2" when giving red envelopes, which is based on this.

Coming to the small rockery behind the teaching building, the English teacher found a wind-sheltered stone stool to sit down, and then stared at his eyes fixedly:

"Do you have anything to say to the teacher?"

Li Heng sat opposite her, smiling and saying to her: "Teacher, let's make a deal; let me finish breakfast first, and then interrogate me, how about that?"

"Don't make it sound so ugly; you can also not say it."

"How can that be, the teacher is the closest to me in school, and I still need your help later."

"Close? I think you kid is just thinking about my landline phone, right?"

Her father was an old principal of No. 1 Middle School, and later transferred to the Attached Middle School of Hunan Normal University to take office, and formed a new family over there.

And the current principal of No. 1 Middle School was someone her father had promoted, so the landline phone in her house wasn't removed, and she wasn't asked to vacate the house.

Li Heng rolled his eyes, muttering: "If I'm not thinking about the phone, what else could it be? I don't dare to say I'm thinking about you, Teacher!"

Wang Runwen crossed her arms, half-squinted her eyes, and popped five words out of her teeth: "If you have the guts, try it!"

Try it and you'll die.

Li Heng didn't commit stupidity; winning in this quarrel was enough, don't be greedy.

With outsiders present, he changed his rough way of wolfing down food at home and paid great attention to his image, eating slowly.

Wang Runwen didn't urge him and looked at him without saying a word.

After eating a fried dough stick, a cup of tofu brain, and three meat buns, the meat buns were the size of a palm, and he was finally full.

After looking at each other for a while, Li Heng, who had cleared his thoughts, described the matter of writing *To Live* in detail.

The English teacher listened quietly, didn't ask him, and didn't interrupt him, until she waited for him to finish, and after digesting for a long time, she suddenly opened her mouth:

"Speaking like this, after *To Live* is published, you will be a great writer?"

Li Heng nodded proudly: "Right, almost."

"You haven't turned 18 this year, right?"

"In May, still short of two months."

After examining his face for a while, Wang Runwen fell into silence, and after a long time, she reached out:

"Do you have the manuscript of *To Live*? The teacher wants to read the masterpiece."

"Look at what you're saying, it's strange, wait a moment."

He really had the manuscript; after mailing two copies of the 40,000 words at the beginning, he went home and supplemented a copy, just in case.

Actually, this could be considered a small bad habit he developed when working in the system; he had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He was always thinking about the future and preparing for danger in times of peace, the purpose was to deal with the sudden inspection of the leaders above.

"Currently, I've written about 105,000 words, not finished yet, here, you take it and read it first; the finale will probably be out the day after tomorrow."

Li Heng took out three stacks of manuscripts from his schoolbag and handed them over together.

The English teacher took the manuscript and asked half-truthfully: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kidnap your manuscript?"

Facing her eyes, Li Heng said seriously: "Not afraid, you are my teacher."

The English teacher sneered, "Heh! This is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step; the identity of a teacher isn't safe either."

Li Heng ate his fill, stretched, yawned, and said confusedly: "If even our dear Comrade Wang Runwen can't be trusted, then this world is truly fucked up."

Her gaze stayed on his face for four or five seconds, Wang Runwen suddenly waved her hand irritably: "Class is about to start, get out! Remember to come to the house to answer the phone at noon."

"Don't, don't! Don't turn your face and deny people so quickly, I still have something to tell you." He sat still.

"If you have a fart, let it out!" Wang Runwen's mind was all on the manuscript now, and she was so curious that she had no patience to deal with him.

"It's like this, didn't I submit to two magazines this time? When I answer the phone at noon, you help me assist in the side..."

The series of operations he did after "you are on the side," Wang Runwen frowned: "Who did you learn these crooked ways from? Aren't you afraid of pissing people off?"

Li Heng said confidently: "Not afraid, I have enough confidence in what I write.

Besides, didn't I write another copy? Even if those two are yellow, I'll just submit to other magazines immediately.

Anyway, trying isn't a loss, at most wasting some time."

"Got it, get out!"

The English teacher didn't say she agreed, nor did she say she didn't agree, and directly told him to get out.

Seeing her start to turn pages and read the manuscript, Li Heng didn't bother to argue with her and got up to leave.

The first and second periods were Chinese class.

The Chinese teacher was the school's dean; this person was about 170 tall, combed a side part, had delicate features, and also wore mousse and a tie; he was truly a talent.

Unfortunately, the three-finger-long bloodstain on his left cheek destroyed his beauty.

Seeing the whole class staring at his left cheek, looking horizontally, looking vertically, the dean touched the bloodstain and said self-deprecatingly:

"Cough! You don't learn from me; as a man, you can't even beat your wife, which is eating the loss of low cultural level.

If I had profound knowledge, a mouth could control her; how would I end up like this?

You must study hard, know that, strive to get into a good university this year, and marry a wife who knows books and etiquette in the future; don't repeat my mistakes, this is quite painful."

"Hahaha...!"

The whole class burst into laughter, and in a relaxed atmosphere, they soon finished the two periods.

The third and fourth periods were history, which was the head teacher's class.

Unlike the first two periods, everyone sat upright, listening to the lecture and taking notes meticulously; perhaps because it was very fulfilling, the time wasn't hard to endure.

"Ding ling ling..."

As soon as the fourth period bell rang, Teacher Wang Qi glared fiercely at a male student sitting at the door and scolded:

"Are you that hungry? Not willing to wait for even a second? Go to my office and stand for two hours now, class dismissed!"

Everyone looked at that unlucky guy sympathetically, closed their books one after another, took out their lunchboxes, and rushed to the cafeteria.

"Eh? Li Heng, why don't you take your lunchbox when you eat?" Walking out of the classroom door, Liu Li asked him like this.

Zhang Zhiyong tilted his head and looked, and shouted strangely: "You still need to ask this, chicken? It must be going to the English teacher's house to eat teeth."

Hearing this, the classmates around looked over and envied him again.

When he went down to the first floor, Li Heng separated from the crowd and walked to the teacher's family building alone.

Just not far away, Sun Manning shouted from behind: "Li Heng, wait for me."

Li Heng looked back: "Are you not eating in the cafeteria, eating at home?"

Sun Manning ran over quickly, shook the lunchbox in her hand: "Killing a chicken at home today, I'm going to scoop some for Song Yu and Mai Sui to eat."

"Do I have a share?"

"Originally there was, now there isn't."

"Huh?"

"Who told you to eat at the English teacher's house, we are eating vinegar."

Sun Manning's house was on the third floor, and the English teacher's house was also on the third floor; the two talked and talked all the way until they separated at the third-floor corridor.

Before separating, Sun Manning looked back and asked: "How about you come home with me to eat some?"

Li Heng shook his head.

Sun Manning pouted: "Ginseng stewed black chicken, this can't tempt you?"

Li Heng waved his hand with a smile: "No need, I have something to find the teacher."

"Oh, then forget it, see you!"

"Bye-bye."

Walking more than ten meters to the right along the corridor, Li Heng stopped at the fourth door and knocked.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Knock knock knock..."

"Who?"

After knocking 6 times in a row, movement came from inside.

"Teacher, it's me." Li Heng reported his family name.

With an "ee-ya" sound, the old wooden door opened, revealing Wang Runwen's face from inside.

Before he could greet her, she looked at his eyes strangely and said:

"Li Heng, how about I resign and marry you."

PS: Big chapter. Update first and then revise...

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