Chapter 141: The Master's Story Is Too Trashy

"And so, the hunter died happily, and my story is finished."

The chubby little boy stood in the center, smiling complacently. In his mind, this story was utterly magnificent and exceptionally delightful. However, upon hearing it, the parents all wore looks of sheer astonishment.

What on earth was this nonsense? An old hunter went into the mountains to hunt, encountered a fox, and then... fell into a trap of his own making and died.

And moreover, he died happily? Was this even supposed to be a story?

For a moment, a bizarre silence hung over the classroom. Only the chubby boy's father was vigorously applauding, cheering loudly at the top of his lungs to encourage and boost his son's morale. He remained oblivious, wishfully assuming that the children and parents alike were simply struck dumb with awe by his son's tale, which was why the applause had been so delayed.

Lin Chuan was speechless. This was the story they had spent ten thousand yuan to buy?

At that moment, the slightly older teacher hurried over, smiling as she said, "Uh... that was a lovely story, especially the ending—it felt a bit like a dad joke..."

A dad joke? It certainly was freezing cold.

The others remained unimpressed, but the chubby boy couldn't care less; in his heart, his story was forever the finest and most perfect one imaginable.

Soon, it was Lin Yiyang's turn to perform.

The moment he stood up from the floor, Cui Qianqian said, "Lin Yiyang, you can do it!"

Lin Yiyang smiled, glanced back at Lin Chuan, and then walked toward the center of the classroom.

"Brother, don't you worry. Just look at how brilliant the story my son told was—it was written by Teacher Yang Chun, after all. Don't feel any pressure; just treat it as a way to foster the kid's enthusiasm."

Good grief, this fellow was certainly full of confidence. It seemed the chubby boy's attitude was entirely a product of his father's influence.

Lin Chuan smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you."

"Hello everyone, today I am also going to tell a story," Lin Yiyang said loudly.

Telling stories again? What was wrong with these kids? Why were they all coming out to tell stories? And their parents, really—couldn't they help their children properly prepare an act? Even singing a song would have been fine.

Especially after hearing that chubby boy's tale just moments ago, many of the parents had completely lost interest in storytelling. Taking advantage of the transition, several parents whipped out their smartphones and began typing furiously away on the screens...

"Dorothy was a very lovely, very kind little girl. She had an uncle named Henry, who was a farmer, and an aunt, who was his wife. They lived in a very, very small house... One day, a cyclone came..."

In his own unique way, Lin Yiyang vividly recounted the first chapter of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Whenever he reached certain parts, he would add appropriate facial expressions and gestures, trying his best to bring the story to life as vividly and clearly as possible.

Before long, the classroom grew completely silent. Both parents and children alike listened intently to this fairy tale they had never heard before.

Even the big fat man and the chubby boy were stunned.

Lin Chuan was not at all surprised by this turn of events. In his previous world, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was a remarkably famous fairy tale, and its target audience was exceptionally broad. Adults and children, men and women of all ages, could enjoy listening to it.

When Lin Yiyang's voice finally trailed off, a lingering silence filled the surrounding air. However, the little fellow did not wait around; he bowed deeply and said softly, "Thank you everyone, my story is finished."

"Huh? Is it over already? It feels like the story hasn't finished yet. What happened to that little girl?"

"Yeah, where did the cyclone carry the little girl off to? Why is there no continuation?"

"Toto is so adorable! I want to keep a dog just like Toto..."

For a moment, all sorts of voices erupted. But without exception, everyone had become utterly captivated by the story.

As soon as Lin Yiyang returned to his seat and sat down, Cui Qianqian chimed in, "Lin Yiyang, the story you just told was wonderful! What's it called?"

A little girl sitting nearby also leaned over and said, "That's right, this story is so good! But my mom said it didn't seem finished—is there no more?"

Hearing this, Lin Yiyang did not wear a proud expression. He glanced back at his dad, and seeing his father nod, he replied, "There's more, but my dad hasn't told it to me yet, so I don't know what happens next."

"What? This is a story your dad told you?"

"Lin Yiyang, where can I buy this book? I'm going to make my dad buy me a copy so he can read it to me when we get home."

"I want one too, I want one too! I'm dying to know where Dorothy was blown by the cyclone."

In an instant, quite a few children crowded around, bombarding Lin Yiyang with questions about the title of the storybook and where it could be purchased.

Yet Lin Yiyang was just as clueless and shook his head blankly.

At that moment, the big fat man ambled over to Lin Chuan's side and said, "Brother, this story isn't bad at all. Though compared to the one my son told, it's still a little lacking, but it's pretty good nonetheless."

"Hehe, there's no comparison. That story was written by Teacher Yang Chun, after all," Lin Chuan replied with a modest smile, though his words carried a subtle trace of irony.

The big fat man missed the sarcasm and shook his head vigorously, saying, "True that, just what kind of figure is Teacher Yang Chun... But hey, brother, what's the name of the story your son told, and where can I buy this storybook?"

"Uh... it hasn't been published yet. Even if it were published, I doubt it would sell many copies, seeing as literary masters like Teacher Yang Chun exist, after all," Lin Chuan said with a chuckle.

"Hehe!" The big fat man laughed awkwardly, shuffled back to his seat, and fell silent.

As for the chubby boy, he sat in his spot fuming, wearing an expression of intense grievance and defiance. Yet grievance was all that remained; while listening to Lin Yiyang tell the story just now, he too had been deeply enthralled. The story was simply too good—how could it just end like that?

At that moment, someone muttered audibly, "Look at that, they're both storytelling, so why is the story someone else tells so captivating? Sigh, never mind my kid, even I love that story."

The voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried clearly into the ears of both fat men.

Instantly, the expressions of the father and son shifted dramatically. It was at this very moment that the big fat man admitted to himself just how damn worthless that ten-thousand-yuan story truly was. Once he got back home, he was definitely going to demand an explanation from that so-called Teacher Yang Chun.

What kind of utter fraud of a fairy tale master were you supposed to be? Someone could casually tell a story off the top of their head and utterly crush you into dust over and over again.