Literary Master: Starting with Refusing to Be a Child Star

Chapter 9 Teacher Fei's Gift

"Who gave you permission to put trash cans in the classroom? Didn't I tell you that trash cans are not allowed in the classroom? Class representative, take that trash can to the teacher's office."

I thought the rule that trash cans can't be put in trash cans was stupid enough, but I didn't expect there to be something even worse: what the heck is it that trash cans can't be put in classrooms?

Today was Luo Jinnian's turn to clean. He was just about to take the trash can to empty the trash when the homeroom teacher caught him and used him as an example.

The homeroom teacher was a male English teacher, the only male teacher among the three "tough guys" of Class 1, Grade 3, and his nickname was "Troublesome".

On the first day of school, during a class meeting, he said in a dialect from an unknown region, "If you don't study hard usually, you'll be in trouble on exam day!"

Ma Liaofan particularly hates troublesome things, and even has a rule in the class group: when he sends out notices, the parents can just see them and no one is allowed to send "okay" messages. He gets annoyed whenever he sees a message popping up on his phone.

No matter what, the lack of trash cans in the classroom is really a hassle. But where there's a will, there's a way. During recess, Luo Jinnian started collecting trash, carrying a trash bag and collecting his classmates' trash bags as well.

"Thanks."

"It's okay, I'm the one who's supposed to take out the trash anyway."

Under the guidance of the boy, the students in Class 1, Grade 3, cleaned up their trash in an orderly manner.

No one knows what the homeroom teacher is doing now, or how he will deal with them, but Luo Jinnian feels that he would be ashamed if he didn't do something.

Luo's deskmate was already used to his quiet and do-it-most approach, but many classmates felt that they were only just getting to know this guy in the class.

"Let's go out and play cards."

"it is good."

The small circle has grown a few more people. This time, these people are not here for Brother Yang. They are following another guy who has recently become famous in Luoyang and is all the rage at the school.

Luo Jinnian clutched the plaque that clearly bore the name Tiga but had Taro's name on it. This was all the fault of piracy. Tiga had become incredibly popular in mainland China in recent years, becoming an idol for almost all boys his age. Kids didn't have much money to begin with, and the proliferation of pirated merchandise only exacerbated the problem, driving out the good with the bad.

Later, in 2018, the company behind "Three Kingdoms Kill," Yoka Games (the two companies are unrelated), officially acquired the mainland China rights to "Ultraman," which greatly improved the situation.

However, the Ultraman IP had declined by then. Of course, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and it was still the biggest pillar of the IP for Card Game, the number one card game company in China.

Even though it was a pirated copy, for these poor kids, as long as they could play it, who cared about anything else?

Having determined the points of impact for the cards on the ground, Luo Jinnian no longer hesitated to play the cards in his hand.

With a crisp sound, the card was flipped over.

"Luo Ge won again."

This is nonsense. Morocco has never lost. In fact, he wins big and small games all the time. He could have learned from that president and published a speech in the newspaper titled "100 Victories in 100 Days".

In elementary school, people's thoughts are not so complicated. If you have a special skill, you will naturally have many children who admire you.

The school bell rang.

One by one, the students rushed into the classroom, but Luo Jinnian calmly walked back to his seat with the last step.

The blackboard was covered with densely packed math problems that the math teacher had the class representative copy during breaks.

"Everyone, take out a blank sheet of paper. You don't need to copy the questions, but you need to write down the steps. You must do each question carefully, write your name after you're done, and hand it in to me. You can hand it in early."

Luo Jinnian inhaled the scent of paper intently. He liked this smell very much, and he would always sniff it every time he bought a new notebook.

"Does it really smell that good?" Little Fatty asked curiously, and then got a slap on the back of his head.

"These are twenty questions on the blackboard. Each question is worth five points, and I will grade them for you. Think about them carefully and don't take them lightly."

It didn't hurt, but Little Fatty felt very wronged.

Luo Jinnian was also thinking of copying down the Japanese version of "Summer, Fireworks, My Corpse" during this class, so he quickly finished the questions on the blackboard.

The math teacher, watching from the sidelines, quietly checked all 20 questions. Not only were they all correct, but the speed at which they finished was astounding…

She had no interest in what this "genius" student was busy doing. If you're going to delay someone who's already learned well, then you're just causing trouble.

While other students were racking their brains to answer questions, Luo Jinnian was also racking her brains to think about what to make for dinner.

He mainly copied books without having to think for himself, as the original author had already done the thinking for him.

After school, Luo Jinnian carried her bag and headed to the ice rink.

"Get in the car."

A bright pink sports car pulled up next to him.

Actually, the famous director wanted to pretend he didn't see him; to this day, he hasn't seen a trace of the sequel to "Summer Fireworks, My Corpse." But he couldn't disobey his niece's request to stop the car.

Four wheels are faster than two legs; usually, by the time he arrives, he's already warmed up.

The boy on the ice rink stood on one foot, the ice blade slightly tilted to the side, his whole body resembling a straight, upright silver hairpin.

Then, he slowly raised his right leg, his knee higher than his waist, and his body unfolded in the air into a graceful swallow pose—his shadow on the ice surface stretched long and thin, as if time itself slowed down in that instant.

As he glided around the bend, he gently lowered his leg, his body spinning like a flower petal, with delicate ice flowers fluttering behind him.

Finally, he stopped in front of the dumbfounded director.

The renowned director was not impressed by the boy's immature figure skating skills; he was simply captivated by the boy's artistic movements and graceful demeanor as he skated.

He's truly a top-tier big-screen talent. It would be a loss for audiences worldwide if this kid didn't become an actor. At that moment, Qin Chuan had only one thought: My work needs him, my work needs him...

"This is a kaostemma pendant that your uncle had someone make for you."

After correcting Luo Jinnian's movements a few more times, Teacher Fei took a bag without any brand name off the car.

"Thank you, Uncle."

We dare not ask what Kausten is.

The transliteration should be "costume".

Qin Chuan waved his hand: "My niece made me do it all. If you want to thank someone, thank her."

Luo Jinnian changed her clothes.

It fits his size perfectly.

Fei Yuxi nodded, explaining that she had carried them out inch by inch.

The upper body of his clothes was a gradient of red and white, with a classic color and a texture like fine porcelain glaze. The lower body was made of pure black trousers, which further accentuated his naturally long legs.

Luo Jinnian has fair skin, and the bright red color perfectly complements his fair complexion. The gauze dress looks quite flowing on him.

Well, those tens of thousands of yuan were definitely worth it. I don't know when, but the big director took out his camera and started capturing the boy's dance moves one frame after another. He just couldn't believe that this kid was handsome from every angle.

Luo Jinnian wasn't intimidated, or rather, he actually quite liked the spotlight. Amidst the clicking of cameras, the ice surface shimmered with a thin layer of light, and the young man, dressed in flowing robes, moved gracefully as if flying.

His body was wrapped in a sheer garment, like ripples on water.

When the music in her headphones ended, Luo Jinnian realized that everyone around her was staring at her.

"Little brother, do you have a way to contact me?"

It's clear that this dance was truly spectacular; many young women and even older women were captivated by it.

The famous director's not-so-prominent chest blocked his way.

He certainly didn't step forward voluntarily, but his niece's subtle smile was truly frightening.

Teacher Xiao Fei took the boy's slender, bony hand and patiently corrected his mistakes while leading him away.

A bodyguard wearing sunglasses was leading the way.

Qin Chuan was left facing the women at the ice rink, neither smiling nor knowing.

"You practiced very well today."

"It's all thanks to Teacher Fei's excellent guidance."

"No, you're just very good at it."

The girl tightened her grip on his hand, seemingly trying to boost the boy's confidence.

Luo Jinnian was biting into the jianbing guozi that Teacher Fei had fed him, and all he could think was how delicious it was.