"Two packs."

"Give."

Putting two bags of plums in their schoolbags, Li Heng did not take the bus again, but chose to take a small road and detour the back door of Shaoyang Normal University to go to Yizhong.

When I spent half an hour walking to the school gate, I happened to encounter an English teacher eating fried rice with eggs. The latter also saw him and immediately reached out to shout:

"Li Heng, come and have a meal together."

After rushing all the bus, he walked for more than half an hour. He was a little hungry and ran over and asked, "Teacher, are you treating me?"

The English teacher shook his hair and smiled and handed him half of the plate in front of him.

Li Heng took two steps back in disgust, sat on the stool next to him and said, "Boss, come a portion of fried rice with eggs, add spicy food!"

"Okay, please wait."

Putting your schoolbag on the empty stool, Li Heng asked: "Teacher, why don't you cook by yourself and run out to waste money?"

The English teacher scooped a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, chewed it carefully and ate it slowly before speaking: "I have money."

Look at the answer, Li Heng can only admire him.

Seeing that he was choked and stopped talking, the English teacher asked, "Did you come alone?"

Li Heng replied: "No."

The English teacher said: "Editor Zou of Harvest magazine called you this morning, and you will come back later."

Li Heng asked: "Do you know what's going on?"

The English teacher didn't raise his head and said coolly: "This is your business, I didn't ask."

After a while, his fried rice with eggs came. Li Heng stopped talking to her and started eating.

"Good afternoon, two, please tell me if this is Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School?"

Just as the two were eating quietly, an elegant lady in her 30s in her white shirt and red-framed glasses came over and asked them for directions.

The English teacher looked up and saw that because there was food in her mouth, she didn't say anything, but just pointed at the gold-burning characters at the gate of No. 1 Middle School.

The white shirt smiled awkwardly, and the words "Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School" were so big and eye-catching, but she had seen it a long time ago.

She just asked for directions and just asked for a reason to chat with her. Her eyes circulated on the two of them. After pondering for a while, she asked, "Can I sit down?"

The English teacher smiled and nodded.

With permission, the white shirt sat on the last empty seat of the table and also asked for some fried rice: "Boss, come and have some fried rice."

Seeing that Li Heng's fried rice was full of red chili peppers, the lady also added: "Don't put chili peppers."

The boss asked strangely: "My sister, who can I put spicy food?"

The boss spoke in a dialect and his speed was very fast. He didn't understand the white shirt for a while and asked for help from the two of them in a daze.

Li Hengdekong translated: "The boss said that it wouldn't be delicious if you don't add chili."

The white shirt laughed in standard Mandarin and said, "It's okay, just stir-fry as usual, just don't add chili."

The boss looked at the outsider for a few more times and started to fry it.

Before I could do it, I was frying the fried egg noodles, but after taking a bite of the white shirt, I quickly turned my head aside and coughed violently.

After coughing for a long time, my originally fair and quiet face turned flushed.

"Why is it spicy if you didn't add chili?" asked the white shirt.

Wang Runwen explained: "The pot and the spatula have been dealing with chili for many years, and it may be spicy."

Looking at a plate of yellow and orange fried rice, she wanted to taste it again in the white shirt, but after smelling the spicy taste, she lost the courage. After a long time, she put down her chopsticks and asked Wang Runwen tentatively:

"Hello, are you a teacher at No. 1 Middle School?"

Wang Runwen and Li Heng looked at her together.

White shirt took out his work permit from his bag, "Don't misunderstand me, you two, I am the editor of the "October Literature Magazine". Today I take the liberty to disturb you, and I want to inquire about some news from you."

In fact, the reason why she asked Wang Runwen and Li Heng was because their unique temperament attracted her.

Especially Wang Runwen, who also wears glasses, looks like a teacher.

When Li Heng heard about the magazine "October", he knew it. He probably came to find him, but he didn't know how the other party knew that he was in No. 1?

Could it be that there is an editorial leak within Harvest magazine?

In fact, if you were interested, other editors of Harvest magazine might have found traces of Zouping's departure from Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School twice.

Wang Runwen also had the same guess. After looking at Li Heng, he took the initiative to take over the conversation: "What news?"

Bai Shirt asked: "Do you two know that the author of the novel "Living" is from Shao City?"

This is no secret, Wang Runwen nodded.

Bai Shing asked again: "It is said that she was teaching at No. 1 Middle School in December. I came here to make an appointment with him this time. Do you know which teacher he is?"

Seeing that Li Heng and Wang Runwen didn't say anything, they added a code on the white shirt, "If you can tell me, I will thank you very much."

Wang Runwen shook his head, "It seems that no teacher in No. 1 Middle School has published novels. At least I haven't heard of them. However, there are several teachers who have published articles in provincial and municipal newspapers, but they have no influence."

The white shirt was puzzled, and afterwards, he would ask: "Master, how many years have you been teaching here?"

Wang Runwen replied: "This year is the sixth year."

Have you been teaching for 6 years?

In theory, I should be very familiar with everything in the school, so how could I not hear it?

Is the news I bought for a lot of money wrong? The white shirt has become suspicious.

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