After reporting the name of the dish, Feng Han quickly put his tail away, and after it was completely over, the class was silent for a few seconds, and then there was a violent applause and shouts like a tide.

The opponents of the usual track and field team even shouted "Boss is mighty!"

A few small flowers of the swimming team also winked at Feng Han!

Brother Hao, a member of the literary and art committee in the class, even sighed: "This essay can be changed to be performed in the art show!

The most undisciplined is Teacher Guo outside the window, and he also shouted hello, stunned to snatch a wave of attention from the core figure Feng Han, and the students applauded Teacher Guo again, Teacher Li Yan said to Teacher Guo dissatisfiedly, "Go and go, don't join in the fun!"

At this time, the bell rang after class, the afternoon class ended, Daxia is still good for high school students, the national ban on the evening self-study system, except for senior high school students, of course, students self-study at night, no one cares about this, after all, many boarders are idle at night, so Feng Han, who is nearby, can go home now.

"Mr. Li, in fact, I think the composition I wrote is good, every word is my hard work, this article is so good, I am embarrassed to say it myself, so, I think this is also the reason why you let me recite it in public, thank you for affirming me!"

"You...... I ......" Li Yan was so angry that under Feng Han's hippie smile, she walked away, angry with her, she must be angry with Zu Xiao today!

After leaving the head teacher, the classmates in the class began to praise Feng Han's magical composition in person, and they all wanted to listen to it again, and some even asked how to make a certain dish.

Facing the enthusiastic classmates, Feng Han's eyes widened like copper bells, "You think it's easy to read it again, I'm not only thirsty now, but also very hungry, everyone, say goodbye!"

He has not forgotten that he still has the task of paying homage to the big star, in his memory, Lu Youxi's appearance is vague, so he attaches great importance to this first meeting with the big star, and after going to the toilet, he deliberately washed his hands.

The three friends gathered, Feng Han didn't say the good news that he was going to transfer to the bamboo class, in case Teacher Zu couldn't do it, it was better to be happy than surprised, and when he suddenly appeared in the bamboo class, he scared them, hey, hey~

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Han Shiqun has now begun to form a team, with him as the main body, Wu Lu as the auxiliary, there are old generals, there are newcomers, October 1 will be the day when the first issue of "Sprout" will be launched on the market, and in the month before that, the solicitation and publicity are the top priorities of the two lines in parallel.

The time to get off work was approaching, but he was not in a hurry to leave, but typed out Feng Han's poems, and then made a phone call.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, I want to ask you something," Han Shiqun contacted Zhang Qingfeng, the deputy editor-in-chief of the most famous novel magazine in China, "Story Zhai", and the two have been old friends for many years, "I remember that you held a global Qixi Poetry Awards last month, and how many poems were selected in the end?"

Zhang Qingfeng said lazily, "It's selected, there are five songs in total, which just fill the title page." ”

"Story Zhai" is a magazine specializing in novels and anecdotes, which is very well-known in the market, with the highest sales of 9 million, and almost touched the edge of 10 million sales.

Because the word-of-mouth is vulgar and vulgar, so in the last issue, I followed the east wind of the Qixi Festival and held a global Qixi poetry reward conference, with a manuscript fee of up to 10,000 dragon banknotes, up to well-known scholars, down to the peddlers' pawns, as long as you write well, the money is yours!

For a time, it attracted countless elegant people at home and abroad to actively contribute, causing a sensation in the Daxia poetry circle!

Han Shiqun asked again: "Haven't you put it into printing yet?"

"No, but it's already finalized," Zhang Qingfeng had a bad premonition when he heard Han Shiqun ask, "Dude, should you ask this...... Wouldn't it be for me to advertise your magazine?"

As a friend of Han Shiqun and an insider, Zhang Qingfeng has long known the news that Han Shiqun is going to set up his own door.

"Lao Zhang, what do you think of me, how can I do something that makes my friends embarrassed," Han Shiqun smiled, "Make this call, I want to tell you that you have to add one of those five songs, or drop one of them." ”

Han Shiqun said so confidently that Zhang Qingfeng replied cordially: "Get out!"

Zhang Qingfeng said earnestly, "Old Han, although I admit that you have a vision and write good reviews, but writing poems and lyrics is really not what you are good at, I really can't add this plug to you!"

"Who said that I was stuffed, I found a very talented young man, and one of his Tanabata poems amazed me, I was afraid that genius would become a pearl, so I told you. ”

"Really? You put that ...... The words are, you send it to me to see, is there such a mysterious blow you blow~" Zhang Qingfeng said suspiciously.

Han Shiqun had already edited it and sent it directly to Zhang Qingfeng's mailbox, this kind of classic poem, or reading the text is the most feeling.

Then waiting, there are five poems on the document on Han Shiqun's computer desktop, as well as a Burrow inscription, the Burrow inscription and the golden silk clothes, he is ready to borrow them, and by the way, he also helps Feng Han become famous, but after all, it is not as rare as the opportunity of "Story Zhai", which is a story Zhai with 9 million sales and affects tens of millions of readers!

In addition, Cun Yiyuan, Bu Zhuanzi, and Zhu, he plans to solicit Feng Han's opinion and send it to the largest classical literature journal in China, "Scholar", which is marketed in Xia Mi and Liangliang, although the sales of this magazine are less than one million, but it is very influential in the fixed circle, and the loyal readers of this magazine who like ancient literature are basically loyal readers, and these people are also very influential in the literary world.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Qingfeng called directly over the phone, and the excitement in his tone couldn't be concealed, "Old Han, this, who wrote this word! If the two love for a long time, how can it be written so well!"

"Do you think you are qualified to board your story Zhai~" Han Shiqun said proudly, according to his understanding of this word in the poems of writing love and writing Tanabata, modestly speaking, it can account for the top three, if you are not modest, it is the first in ancient and modern times!

"Why are you not qualified, of course you are qualified, you tell me who the author is!" Zhang Qingfeng on the other end of the phone couldn't sit still, as if he was afraid that such a hand-me-down classic would slip away from his hand.

"The author is a young writer named Feng Han, you don't know, if you agree, then so be it, the words are given to you, I hope this Queqiao Immortal can be in a more conspicuous place in the next issue of the story. Han Shiqun said.

Zhang Qingfeng thought for a while, "Old Han, I have a bold idea!"

"Oh, say. ”

"I think, the other five songs can be unnecessary, the next issue of the story Zhai, this Queqiao Immortal is the only award-winning work, just this one!" Zhang Qingfeng is not the leader, but this event was planned by him, just to create a huge influence, improve the vulgar reputation of the story Zhai, sometimes, five mediocre works, far inferior to a hand-me-down boutique, as talented as Wang Bo, people remember him the most is still the sentence of the sea memory confidant, the end of the world is next to each other!

Zhang Qingfeng's idea scared Han Shiqun, is it so big?

Zhang Qingfeng said, "When the time comes, this poem will be hung directly on the cover, and I will ask a few poems to comment on the title page! Such a poem is the first Qixi Festival in the world from my story Zhai, and every time people celebrate the Qixi Festival in the future, they will think of my story Zhai, and then see who dares to say that my story is customary!"

After listening to Zhang Qingfeng's plan, Han Shiqun's heart was surging, even if his Xiaohan's lifelong talent ended here, and no more famous sentences came out after that, it would be enough to leave his name in the history of literature!

"Lao Zhang, I'm in charge, I don't need to pay for this poem, you invite more cows, blow it to death!" Han Shiqun's face was red and excited!

"No!" Zhang Qingfeng flatly refused, "Not only can it not be free, but it also has to be a sky-high manuscript fee!

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