I’m Really a Superstar

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evening.

The sun sets in the west and dyes the sky red.

Zhang Ye returned to the place where he rented a house. After the elevator went upstairs, he did not go back to his own home. Instead, he entered the landlord's aunt's house where the smell of cooking was coming out. The door was not closed, and the kitchen was obviously crackling with oil. At first glance, this little guy Rao Chenchen was also doing homework in the living room.

"Chenchen, are you busy?" Zhang Ye entered the room with a smile.

Chenchen hurriedly shouted to the kitchen, "Auntie! Zhang Ye is here to eat again!"

Zhang Ye almost fell over and said, "This unfortunate kid, I've hurt you in vain."

Chenchen let out his signature smile, "Haha." Then he lowered his head and continued to do his homework.

Rao Aimin inside must have heard it. As soon as the kitchen door opened, she glanced at Zhang Ye with a bad look and said, "You came at the right time. You are a dog, right? Did you come here because of the smell?"

Zhang Ye wasn't angry either. He had already adapted to her venomous tongue. "I have done so much for Chenchen. Didn't you say last time that you don't care about my food these days?"

"You just know how to eat. Have you never eaten in your last life?" Rao Aimin said, "Just wait, I'll get you two more dishes!"

"Thank you, auntie, the landlady!"

"You're staring at Chenchen doing his homework!"

The little guy's homework is done and the dishes are on the table.

Rao Aimin threw a pair of chopsticks to Zhang Ye, "Are you very happy today? Did you pick up your wallet? Wait, come here and let me take a look. Why are you so tall?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "You just noticed that I'm wearing height-increasing shoes."

"Oh, I'm telling you, let's eat!" Rao Aimin sat down and handed Chenchen the bowl and chopsticks.

In fact, Zhang Ye is not wearing height-increasing shoes now, just his own ordinary shoes. The reason why he said this is because he is afraid that he will not be able to get around it. After all, he has grown so tall in the blink of an eye. No one will believe him if he tells it, so he wants to use height-increasing shoes first. Use the guise of shoes to let everyone get used to it, and once everyone gets used to it, there will be no problems. Well, actually speaking, growing five centimeters overnight is nothing new. At least in Zhang Ye's world, we often heard of such miracles happening. Why did you wake up and grow six centimeters overnight? Why did your family members sleep at night? Hear the crunching of his bones,

Zhang Ye was skeptical when he heard this, and found it unbelievable. However, it is indeed true that some people grew taller overnight. There have been more than ten such cases in the world, and the reason is still unknown. Therefore, Zhang Ye has no pressure. Even if someone questions him, he can use these excuses to avoid it.

"Auntie Landlady, let me tell you something." Zhang Ye announced the good news: "I have just been accepted by Beijing TV Station and will be the host or guest after the National Day."

Rao Aimin said: "You can really create a miracle of life. Is this okay?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "I rely on strength! Absolute strength!"

"Stop blowing it." Rao Aimin said with a smile: "Chang'e 4 has just gone up to heaven, and I want you to blow it down again!"

Chenchen swallowed the celery in his mouth, "...hehe."

Zhang Ye curled his lips and said, "Just step on me. When I become famous, you will know how many eyes Lord Ma has!" After finishing the meal, Zhang Ye was so exhausted that he was too lazy to go home. "I'll lend you my computer." Use it."

"Use your own when you go home!" Rao Aimin said bluntly.

"I can't walk anymore, I'm too exhausted." Zhang Ye refused to listen.

Rao Aimin smacked her lips and said, "It's upstairs. You can use it yourself." She went to wash the dishes.

Zhang Ye held his stomach with difficulty and moved to the landlord's aunt's bedroom upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he was a little unprepared and saw a dazzling array of **** autumn clothes and **** outer socks. The bed is full of Sister Rao's clothes. There are about twenty or thirty pieces spread there. You don't need to ask to know that Rao Aimin must be organizing the wardrobe in the afternoon, putting away her summer clothes and taking out her autumn and winter clothes to dry and wash them. As a result, he went to cook before he finished cleaning up, leaving a pile of things lying on the bed and on the balcony, which made Zhang Ye's heart beat wildly when he saw it!

Floral maxi skirt.

Hollow flesh-colored underwear.

Black stockings with some decorative patterns.

White panties that have just been taken off and probably haven't been washed yet.

Zhang Ye looked back and saw that no one was there, so he closed the door. Then he couldn't help but go up and pick up a few of Rao Aimin's clothes, studied them carefully in his hands, and then threw them back to her. This Sister Rao is really too careless. Forget it, just look at my computer. In fact, just like Rao Aimin's venomous style, Zhang Ye gradually got used to Comrade Rao's carelessness. She had always been like this, and she had no defense against Zhang Ye at all. But it just so happens that she is such a sloppy elder sister, but her cooking is surprisingly delicious and she is also very good at taking care of others.

People are just so weird.

Sometimes, it is such a contradictory complex.

Zhang Ye turned on the computer and went online. He originally wanted to read current affairs news and entertainment news, but as soon as he logged into Weibo out of habit, he found that his poem had already been posted there!

"Post a poem. I accidentally heard it mentioned in a chat with a friend on the TV station today. The original author should be Zhang Ye."

"'It's Everything'."

"Not all big trees are broken by the storm."

"Not all seeds can find soil to take root."

Finally, he summed it up: "I was very excited to hear it, so I posted it to share it with everyone!"

Zhang Ye looked at the comments and messages below and found that the number had exceeded a thousand, with countless messages!

"Teacher Zhang's new poem?"

"Damn, I remember there was a song called "Everything", right?"

"Yes, it's "Everything", written by Wang Shuixin, and it's even been in textbooks. This poem is obviously written in response to "Everything". I completely deny it!"

"Haha, this poem is so cool!"

"It is indeed a work by Zhang Ye, the master of slap in the face!"

"Wow, everyone, come and take a look. Mr. Zhang Ye, a face-slapping expert, has released a new work!"

"Not to mention, this is such a slap in the face, every sentence really goes straight to "Everything"! Teacher Wang Shuixin is probably going to cry! Meeting such a slap in the face professional!"

"But "This Is Also Everything" is really more suitable for Chinese language textbooks than "Everything". Alas, it's a pity for Zhang Ye. Such a good poet can't even join the Writers Association? No official recognition of his status in literature? "

“ @Beijing Writers Association. ”

"Who asked Teacher Zhang to step on someone from the Writers' Association!"

"Support Teacher Zhang to join the Writers' Association, otherwise it will be unforgivable!"

"That's right, it's totally unreasonable. Can the Capital Writers Association give you a reply? Why don't you invite Teacher Zhang to join the association? Just because the literary people look down on each other?"

"Summon the Capital Writers Association!"

"Teacher Zhang is so powerful! You must join the Writers Association!"

Everyone has expressed support. Zhang Ye's works are one after another, each one more exciting than the last. The Beijing Writers Association has not responded yet, which is so chilling!

But what Zhang Ye paid attention to was their nicknames and descriptions of him!

Slapping professionals in the face?

Your sister’s professional slap in the face!

Why is my nickname so ugly?