father-in-law of the nation

Chapter 11 Come on, Wang Shen

"Is this your daughter? She's so cute." The female fan happily put the book back into her backpack. She didn't pay attention to what Wang Shen wrote, because her attention was always on Wang Shen. Only then did I realize that there was a cute little girl beside the idol.

"Call me sister." Hearing this, Wang Shen nodded with a smile, and then called out to Wang Xiaoying softly.

Wang Xiaoying's eyes were fixed on the strange big sister in front of her, and when she heard her father's shout, she immediately called obediently: "Sister."

"Wow, so cute!" The female fan exclaimed again exaggeratedly, causing Wang Xiaoying to look at her with puzzled eyes.

Seems to be wondering, this sister is so strange.

Wang Shen kept a smile on his face, which made people look very friendly.

Suddenly, the female fan seemed to come to her senses, quickly glanced at the time on the phone, her expression became flustered, and she said, "Idol, I'm leaving first, my boyfriend will be here soon."

Wang Shen nodded, and only said, "Go."

The female fan had already turned around and took a step, but she suddenly turned around, reached out and clenched her hands into a fist, and shouted: "fighting!"

Corresponding to this sentence is the fighting gesture she just made.

Wang Shen was taken aback for a moment, and then met her eager eyes. What else could there be besides the shock in his heart?
Soon, he came to his senses, clenched his fists, and made a fighting gesture just like the fan he met by chance.

Seeing this, the female fan smiled like a flower just now, and left contentedly.

Wang Shen really didn't expect that after so many years, there are still fans who can be like this, and they still don't forget to cheer for themselves!
Come on, 2018!

Come on, Wang Shen!
Come on, Huaguo!
"Father, fighting!" Wang Xiaoying was ghostly, holding Wang Shen's hand, and also shouted loudly from the side.

Wang Shen was slightly taken aback, but then smiled, happily and kindly.

"Do you know what fighting means? Just shout like that?" Wang Shen asked amusedly, Xiao Nizi really made him laugh because she looked like a little adult.

Wang Xiaoying seemed to be dissatisfied with her father's contempt, her pretty face was full of small emotions, and she snorted, "Of course Yingbao knows, the teacher has taught us, and the teacher often calls us like this, fighting means cheering. "

"Dad, come on!"

Wang Shen was silent for a moment, and then laughed, but the smile was a little stiff. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, he just felt that all kinds of words were piled up in his mouth, but he couldn't express them.

"Ying Bao, come on, too!"

Finally, he uttered these words in a mosquito voice, and led Wang Xiaoying away.

Never before, choked up by a child.

Ying Bao, father has you, is the best happiness!
The father and daughter ate in a restaurant outside, and when they got home, it was already evening.

After a busy day, Wang Xiaoying was already sleepy. Wang Shen took the lead to take a bath for her, and then put her on the bed to sleep.

This time, there was no need to sing or tell a bedtime story. After putting her on the bed for a while, Wang Xiaoying fell asleep peacefully.

Wang Shen exited her room lightly, then tidied up briefly, and then took a shower.

After finishing all this, he sat in front of the computer, turned on the computer, and logged into Qidian Chinese website.

It took two days to record where Dad went. In these two days, he set up automatic updates, and he doesn't know what the situation is now.

As soon as I logged into the background, I saw several unread messages.

Click to open it, and it is the short notice sent by the editor of the website.

He is very confident about signing the contract, after all, Ghost Blowing Lantern is a very good novel.

So, he never worried.

Whether the contract site will come or not is just a matter of time.

Turning off the short message, and looking at the background data, his eyes became weird, the data is very social, very real, there are only two collections, no more, no less.

One is himself, and the other is most likely his future responsible editor.

Then, he clicked on the title of the book and entered the homepage of Ghost Chuideng. The data was still very real, with more than 3 words, and the number of clicks happened to be an integer, only 10. As for book reviews, there was not a single one.

Ghost Blowing Lamp is a new book in the supernatural category.

Although, the supernatural classification is a cool existence in Qidian.

But, is this too real?
The real ones are shuddering.

At this moment, Wang Shen felt a little uneasy. Wouldn't it be a tragedy if he was still not popular after being recommended?

With a fluke mentality, he clicked on the entire supernatural category channel of Dianwang, and clicked on the title of the book that was being recommended.

Looking at it, it can only be said that the data is bleak, so bleak that people can't look directly at it.

At this moment, he wanted to sing a song for himself, cool.

The status quo of the ghost channel is like this, and he can't change anything, so he can only speak with his strength.

He believes in ghost blowing lights, and in the strength of ghost blowing lights.

People light candles, ghosts blow lamps, it's not just talk.

To calm down, he entered the backstage of the writer again and started to code.

Needless to say, just do it.

The next day, which was Friday, Wang Shen sent Wang Xiaoying to the kindergarten on time, and then drove his broken car to work, tomorrow middle school.

Since he took a few days off, his music class has been adjusted and exchanged with other classes, that is to say, today, he has several classes of music class to attend.

However, he was not in a hurry, and there was no pressure at all, because the music class in high school was basically used to cultivate his sentiment and soothe his spirit.

In other words, it is not much different from self-study.

After all, high school is mainly based on cultural courses.

Endorsing and doing questions is already very tiring, and I can't let other things waste energy.

Of course, some high schools also have art students.

These art students usually have one thing in common, that is, they are not the materials for studying, their grades in cultural subjects are poor, and their scores are not enough to be admitted to prestigious universities, which is why they choose to do so.

At [-]:[-], Wang Shen had his first music lesson in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

"Hello, teacher." The students stood up collectively when they saw Wang Shen walk into the classroom.

"Hello students!"

Then, the whole class sat down.

After the students sat down, they didn't pay attention to him at all.

Some are doing test questions, some are lying on the table and sleeping, some are empty-eyed, and some are secretly looking in the mirror.

Wang Shen didn't care about them, because in the school's educational norms, music class was originally used to let students relax from the heavy study.

When he came, he brought a small stereo, skillfully connected the stereo to his mobile phone, and then played songs and melodies.

The material of his class is stored in the mobile phone, so there is no need to prepare before class.

The sound of the stereo is not loud, since there is no other sound in the classroom, everyone can hear it.

Finally, he sat down at the desk and began the countdown.

A class is 45 minutes, neither long nor short.

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