Chapter 413

Su Meng thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Sure, then I'll have the company arrange the registration."

"But if, as you say, we are lucky enough to win..."

"Teacher Liu, Teacher Yuanyuan, I hope that when we step onto the podium, it won't be me, but you!"

What?

Everyone at the scene and in the live stream was stunned.

Such an honor, and you actually want to invite a group of ordinary rural teachers to the podium to accept the award?

It's really... a great sentiment!

No! Amidst the emotion, many suddenly came to their senses.

You haven't even registered yet, so how can you be thinking about accepting an award?

In a residence in Sichuan Province, Cheng Shu, the editor-in-chief of the world of science fiction, wearing pajamas, suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed his phone and started shouting.

"Now! Immediately! Right away! Send an official letter to Su Meng's agency!"

"Formally solicit a manuscript from Teacher Su Meng, and it must be 'The Village Teacher'!"

"Set the manuscript fee at the highest standard!"

"Also, include 'The Village Teacher' in the candidate list for this year's Galaxy Award!"

"Such a divine work, even if we rig the system, it must win!"

"No, for such a divine work, is rigging the system even necessary?"

"Hahaha, with such a work and Su Meng's influence, how many people will pay attention to science fiction?"

"The rise of Dragon Country's science fiction has finally shown a glimmer of hope!"

On the other end of the line, the assistant was completely bewildered.

"Editor-in-chief, what is going on?"

"'The Village Teacher'... is this non-fiction literature?"

"Our world of science fiction is the leader in the domestic science fiction field!"

"Our Galaxy Award is recognized as the supreme award for domestic science fiction novels!"

"You want a non-fiction literature work to win..."

"Hm?" A hint of killing intent immediately appeared in Cheng Shu's eyes.

"You! Go to the Human Resources Department tomorrow, pack your bags, and get out!"

"Damn it, you don't even know a divine work like 'The Village Teacher', yet you still have the nerve to be my assistant?"

"Beep beep beep..."

The assistant was almost in tears.

I worked hard all day, just got back from overtime, and you give me a scolding out of nowhere?

But... 'The Village Teacher'?

He instinctively searched for this name and was instantly stunned.

On the top headline of Weibo, a topic was clearly written.

#Su Meng's Science Fiction Divine Work 'The Village Teacher'! #

Su Meng? Science fiction? Divine work?

These words left the assistant completely bewildered.

And it's a name full of rustic flavor like 'The Village Teacher'?

What the hell is going on here?!

But driven by curiosity, he still clicked in.

After a long time, the assistant suddenly jumped up and slapped himself hard.

Then he called the editor-in-chief, his voice sounding somewhat humble.

"Editor-in-chief, I just read 'The Village Teacher', and I think..."

"Is our highest manuscript fee standard... a bit too low?"

"Hm?" The editor-in-chief paused, then nodded.

"Good, that's a great suggestion!"

"Contact Su Meng's agency immediately!"

"If we secure this novel, I'll give you a bonus this month!"

"Yes!"

Su Meng stood on the podium, and a group of elementary school students sat below.

To be precise, they were first-grade elementary school students.

Some even had runny noses.

At the back of the classroom, quite a few people were sitting, packed tight.

Teachers without classes at the school, other celebrities who were slacking off, members of the production team...

They filled the not-so-large classroom to the brim.

Yes, this class was an art class that Su Meng volunteered to teach.

After all, as a cheater possessing god-level traditional Chinese painting skills, handling an elementary school art class was a piece of cake, wasn't it?

But when he actually stood on the podium, Su Meng suddenly found himself utterly baffled.

How on earth does one teach a class to a group of elementary school students?

He hadn't never taught before; after all, he was still listed as a visiting lecturer at the Yinyuexue Academy in the Imperial Capital.

But those were university students, all highly proficient in various musical instruments.

Teaching them came naturally to him.

But today... damn it, this is a group of elementary school students with zero foundation!

How am I supposed to teach this?

I walked all day on mountain trails yesterday and was tired; I actually went to sleep last night without preparing the lesson.

Now you're asking me what to do?

Although he hadn't figured it out yet, the class bell had already rung, and a crowd of people were staring at him expectantly.

Su Meng could only bite the bullet and speak up.

"In this class, we will cover the basics of traditional Chinese painting..."

What the heck? Traditional Chinese painting?

Instantly, a crowd of people in the classroom and the live stream were left utterly baffled.

On the podium, talking about traditional Chinese painting, Su Meng was not afraid.

"Traditional Chinese painting is the traditional form of painting in Long Country, using a brush dipped in water, ink, and colors to paint on silk or paper."

"The tools and materials include brushes, ink, traditional Chinese painting pigments, Xuan paper, silk, etc., uh... it seems we only have brushes and ink today."

"The subjects can be divided into figures, landscapes, flowers and birds, etc., and the techniques can be divided into realistic and freehand..."

What the heck?

Countless people became even more baffled.

What you're saying sounds quite reasonable, but...

The elementary school students below began to whisper among themselves, and the volume grew louder and louder.

Su Meng on the podium was almost numb.

I messed up, I messed up; I never thought that my god-level traditional Chinese painting skill would actually fail to handle a group of elementary school students?

Seeing that the atmosphere in the classroom had become strange, Teacher Yuan Yuan stepped forward.

"Children, Teacher Su just mentioned landscapes and flowers and birds."

"So today, let's paint a small mountain, a small river, and then draw a few little birds, okay?"

"Okay~~~~" The elementary school students below immediately became interested and shouted in unison.

Su Meng's face burned with stinging pain.

Damn it! Since I transmigrated until now, I haven't been defeated yet!