Early the next morning, Lu Menglin put the 30,000-word novel manuscript in his schoolbag and brought it to school.

When it was time for physical education class in the afternoon, Lu Menglin took the opportunity to sneak out of the campus, trying to find a place to print out the manuscript, but he didn't find a computer that could connect to a printer after a few turns.

Only then did he suddenly realize that it was now ninety-eight years, and there was no typing and copying business here in Liufang, because there was no such market demand at all.

There was a dark internet café near the campus, but it was just a few computers with games, no internet at all, and no printing service.

It is estimated that there is this kind of equipment in the factory office, but with a high school student like Lu Menglin, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to use it.

Thinking about it, a lot of inconvenience, it turns out that it's because there is no money!

If you have money, you can go to the provincial capital to buy a laptop, and even a printer, but how can Lu Menglin make such a non-part request to his parents now?

In desperation, Lu Menglin trotted all the way to the post office, asked for a large envelope, put the manuscript into the envelope, and then filled in the address of the "Science Fiction World" magazine and the contact person for receiving the manuscript, gritted his teeth, spent three yuan, and threw the big envelope into the mailbox.

As soon as the submission letter was sent, Lu Menglin regretted it, how could he send the manuscript directly? What if people didn't return the manuscript, or took the manuscript and changed the author's name?

"I should copy a copy and then vote for it, after all, I still have no experience!" Lu Menglin regretted a little, but at this time there was no recruitment, it seems that he can only hope that the editors of this era are reliable.

After finishing his work, Lu Menglin returned to the campus.

For him, submitting "Science Fiction World" is just a whim, just playing idle chess, if he can pass the manuscript smoothly, I believe that the manuscript fee of more than 30,000 words should have a lot of income.

However, Lu Menglin knows very well that his main task at present is to improve his academic performance, because this is what his parents want to see the most.

And I have already made an agreement with my father that the quality of the next monthly exam will directly determine my father's choice, which is equivalent to adjusting the future direction of the Lu family.

The last two classes of the afternoon were political lessons.

The politics teacher, surnamed Xu, is a white and chubby old man, with a head that looks like a big scoop, a pair of bull's eyes are blazing, and the hairline is no longer visible on his bare head.

Old man Xu is a good gentleman in the eyes of the students, he never has much to do in class, he basically shakes his head and reads the textbook in every class, and after reading, he lets everyone study by himself, and he never physically punishes the students, he doesn't even shout and scold, and he gets out of class on time every day, and he never drags the class.

Among Lu Menglin's several liberal arts grades, politics is slightly weaker, so he is particularly serious when he takes politics classes.

I used to be ignorant when I was in school, but now I am a human being, and when I listened carefully to this old Mr. Xu's lecture, I immediately heard Lu Menglin shake his head again and again.

This old gentleman is a good person, but the level of his lectures is really not flattering, except for reading textbooks and marking some important points that he takes for granted, he has little value for the increase in students' knowledge.

Of course, this is also related to the content of the course itself, who knows that the social changes in the next few decades will be too fast, whether it is economic development, or ideology, all have earth-shaking changes, and the political terms and entries learned in the textbooks back then are completely out of keeping up with the times, and there is almost no use.

Coupled with the way of lecturing like Mr. Xu, it is not much different from students' self-study.

Therefore, the discipline in the political class is also relatively lax.

The students in the front row looked down at the textbook, listened to Old Man Xu's reading, and marked the key points casually.

The students in the middle simply wrote homework for other subjects in politics class, so that the homework burden was easier when they returned home.

As for the group of people sitting in the back row of the classroom, some chatted with each other, and some had a thick copy of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" in class, and the two people at the same table held their heads against each other, watching it with relish.

The atmosphere in the classroom is relaxed and subtle, as described in the political textbook, harmonious development and stability prevail.

Lu Menglin listened to Old Man Xu reading the textbook, and thought to himself, I can't learn anything in this political class, should I go to get some political college entrance examination papers from previous years, and find the key content by myself is the right way.

Just thinking about it, Lu Menglin suddenly heard a strange sound, one after another, quite rhythmic.

Call... Call.... Snore... Purr!

Turning his head to look, Lu Menglin couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

It turned out to be Wang Shaoxiao, a dead fat man, who actually slept in class.

You just slept in class, and you actually made a sweet snoring sound.

The surrounding classmates heard the snoring like thunder, and then looked at Wang Shaoxiao's expression, with a happy expression, and the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth wet a large part of the textbook.

Haha! There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Old man Xu was a little inexplicable by everyone's laughter, put down the textbook in his hand, and looked at it, only then did he see Wang Shaoxiao who was sleeping soundly.

The old gentleman suddenly shook his head again and again, and said with a sad face: "Students, by this time next year..."

The laughter in the classroom was still unabated, and Old Man Xu's voice was suppressed.

Old man Xu threw the textbook in his hand on the podium hard, which shocked the laughing students.

"You... It's already the third year of high school!" Old man Xu finally spit out the words that he had been holding back for half a while.

At this time, the classroom suddenly quieted down, and everyone rarely saw Old Man Xu angry, so they were naturally much more honest.

But at this moment, Wang Shaoxiao, who had been sleeping very sweetly, suddenly stood up, and the whole person was confused.

He had been sleeping in a daze, but the noise in the classroom suddenly became quiet, and he was suddenly awakened.

And he happened to hear the second half of what Mr. Xu said, the fat man's face suddenly changed greatly, his two thick black eyebrows shrugged down, and he looked sad, and said in horror to Lu Menglin next to him: "Gao, the third year of high school?

As soon as these words came out, the whole class was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

The laughter of this moment almost toppled the entire roof.

Lu Menglin also couldn't help laughing, thinking that this fat man's imagination was really rich, and he actually thought that he had slept directly until the third year of high school!

"Idiot, it's as stupid as a pig! Rotten wood can't be carved!" Old man Xu was so angry that he was speechless, shook his head and sighed.

In a blink of an eye, it is the good time after school, although there is still evening self-study in the future, but the school itself is still the most anticipated thing for the students of Guangzhou.

Lu Menglin simply cleaned up the table and was about to leave.

Su Xuechen, who was sitting in the middle of the third row of the classroom, suddenly turned around and walked to the back row.

Her unusual behavior surprised the surrounding classmates.

Usually, Su Xuechen rarely plays with her classmates, and every day after school, she will go home with her two fixed female companions, and she has never changed.

What day is today? Su Xuechen actually walked to the back row? What is she going to do?

Everyone looked at Su Xuechen in amazement, walked all the way to the last row of the classroom, and came to Lu Menglin's desk.

"Don't go, wait for me. Su Xuejian's expression was extremely calm, staring at Lu Menglin intently, and said softly.

Although her expression was calm, her clenched little hands inadvertently revealed her true feelings.

Lu Menglin nodded, not feeling surprised at all.

After Su Xuechen finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only a fluttering back in white clothes.

The students who noticed this scene all looked at the two people who were talking with amazement, and they were speculating how these two characters who are usually not related to each other could get along?

The gossip soul in the eyes of the fat man Wang Shaoxiao was burning, and he suddenly came over.

"Boss, boss! what's going on? Sue, Sue... Why did the squad leader find you? What did she do with you?"

Wang Shaoxiao didn't even dare to call out Su Xuechen's full name, so he held back for a long time and changed to the word squad leader before he dared to shout.

Lu Menglin shrugged his shoulders and said with a faint smile: "How do I know?" ”

In fact, Lu Menglin had already felt that the class leader hadn't taken care of him all day today, and he deliberately avoided his gaze, as if he was taking him as air.

Maybe it has something to do with meeting Jiang Jinghong's girl in the internal guest house last Saturday! Lu Menglin secretly worried.