Holding the thick envelope, Xu Hui breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had been blindly worried before, and he had finally passed this hurdle. But there is no need to write such a thick letter, right? With a grin, he simply ignored Cheng Jing, who was rolling his eyes, and hurriedly pulled out the letter, which turned out to be a very neat manuscript.

At the end, there was a note, which was Zhang Yi's font, "I collected it for two weeks, and screened a total of eleven articles, all of which were submitted by our high school students, please carefully review and proofread, if we can use it, we will be very happy." "The inscription is a smiling face of a sunflower, hand-painted very vividly.

Xu Hui's heart was like there were countless small flames stirring, so all the morning's time was wasted by him on the review, for this reason, he also deliberately asked his classmates to change seats and sat in the last row, but he didn't expect to be picked up twice by the teacher, but fortunately, the manuscript was not confiscated.

Zhang Yi really helped a lot, the quality of the manuscripts was very good, the ninth issue of "Wilderness" could be finalized quickly, and for the first time, there were a large number of submissions from other schools, and the journal was absolutely outstanding.

Filled with passion, Xu Hui only took two days to design all four layouts of "The Wilderness", and waited for the final proofreading and printing on the weekend.

But what is frustrating is that after the note informing the Literary Club of its weekend activities was issued, only Quan Zhijun said that it was no problem, Tang Lin and Guo Xu sent sorry notes one after another, and the other members did not reply at all.

Two people are just two people, Xu Hui sighed, although the workload is huge, he feels satisfied and fulfilled, "Wilderness" will not be suspended because of temporary difficulties, this is his insistence.

Early on the weekend morning, after lying to his family without blushing and heartbeat, Xu Hui found Quan Zhijun, took stereotypes and other tools and went straight to the school, the old janitor was already familiar with everyone, and he did not stop him.

At the door of the classroom, Xu Hui was surprised to find that there were already two people waiting there before them, Cheng Jing and Zhang Yi.

"You're also ......" Xu Hui opened his mouth a little dumbly, whether he was excited or excited, in short, he almost forgot how to say hello.

"Fool, can't you come to help?" Cheng Jing grabbed in front of Zhang Yi and spoke, from her tone to her expression, she was very entangled and impatient.

"Of course, welcome, welcome. This is the second time I have seen Zhang Yi since I was discharged from the hospital, and it is the same occasion as the last time, Xu Hui is still a little nervous, in Quan Zhijun's later words, there is a ghost in his heart, so it will be like this.

"The main thing is to visit and study, don't bother, right?" Zhang Yi smiled.

"Of course I don't bother, I wish I could have raised my fingers. "Quan Zhijun broke the siege, instead of standing at the door and being polite to each other, it was better to hurry into the classroom and start work.

Everyone spread out the manuscript and engraved wax paper, and Xu Hui's mood returned to normal, but the chaotic words in his mind could not organize a very suitable greeting to express his mood.

Quan Zhijun looked funny, in order to hide it as much as possible, he began to install ink rollers and drying nets, and Cheng Jing secretly kicked Xu Hui, which obviously couldn't hide from Zhang Yi's eyes, so she took the initiative to ask, "Where do we start?"

"The last proofreading focuses on typos and unreasonable paragraphs, then records the word count of the manuscript, and finally prepares the typesetting. As soon as he mentioned the preparation for publication, Xu Hui became confident and began to talk to Zhang Yi and the others about the design of the four layouts, and by the way, the manuscripts that had been preliminarily reviewed were classified according to the layout.

Zhang Yi memorized every link and step very seriously, and Cheng Jing began to yawn after a while, she had absolutely no interest in literature, if it wasn't for the strong spirit to accompany Zhang Yi, she wouldn't have bothered to understand this.

Xu Hui didn't care, and quickly divided the work with the three of them, two pages for himself, one for Zhang Yi and one for Quan Zhijun. Cheng Jing took the opportunity to shout and go out for a walk, and then ran out of the classroom without saying anything. Whispers soon came from the corridor outside, followed by a strange laugh like a male duck, and Xu Hui could hear that it was a black bull.

Time flies, two hours have passed in a flash, all the manuscripts have been proofread, Xu Hui began to adjust the layout according to the number of words in the manuscript summarized by everyone, he was the only one busy in this process, Quan Zhijun and Zhang Yi could only fight, and then they had to cross the division of labor and carry out stereotypes.

The most difficult thing about hand-copying mimeographed tabloids is to engrave wax plates, which is truly a manual operation. In those days, not to mention printers, copiers, and even typewriters were not common. If the typewriter is too busy to use unit test questions and tutorial materials for school teaching, many of them are mimeographed by hand, and in this regard, the technical level of the literary club is still very good.

The general process of stereotyping is to lay wax paper on the special steel plate, copy the entire layout in one breath, and calculate the size and number of lines of the font, not to write crookedly, let alone copy serial, otherwise the whole wax paper will be scrapped. The whole step also requires the reservation of the masthead and the position of the illustration, so it is necessary to concentrate on it in one go.

This is a difficult job, the font should be unified, the printing will appear neat, the strength of the lettering should be uniform, and the printing will not be blurred. This glorious task was naturally handed over to Xu Hui, although his handwriting style was not as beautiful as Quan Zhijun's, but it was neat.

Writing mastheads and portraying illustrations is mostly Quan Zhijun's work, and Zhang Yi has also been assigned the task of vignettes, and Xu Hui has confidence in her paintings, so that the four layouts can be crossed.

At noon, Xu Hui's stomach rumbled first, which made him quite embarrassed, he didn't expect Zhang Yi to come, and lunch became a problem. In the past, when the publication was published, everyone would go home until one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and then come back in the afternoon, and there was very little pocket money to get together for dinner, because most of them paid membership dues to buy paper and ink.

Quan Zhijun is even more uncomfortable, he eats a lot, and his stomach is naturally very hungry, peeking at Xu Hui, this guy is as red as a monkey's ass, is it embarrassing?

"If you are hungry, it is recommended to sacrifice the Five Organs Temple first. Zhang Yi's soft snort was just right, as if it was a very coincidence, she turned around and picked up the small cloth bag she was carrying, and took out a bag of bread and two cans of milk from it.

Xu Hui and the others were dumbfounded, with a fever on their faces, they also secretly praised the girl's family for being meticulous, and they were also very surprised by milk, in that era of malt milk and batter, fresh milk was a high consumption, and people with conditions would order milk, and it was even rarer to go to the grocery store to buy it.

"Why are you stunned? Aren't you hungry?" Zhang Yi quickly unwrapped the bread and pushed a can of milk to the two, "You have a can, I have a can, it's just a little aggrieved." ”

The two looked at each other, and apart from embarrassment and embarrassment, neither reached for the bread.

"Don't you get used to it? Don't worry, this isn't sweet. Zhang Yi generously took out a piece of bread, "Only when you are full can you have the strength to work, is it possible that you want to invite me to a big meal?"

"Yes, it's good to work when you're full. Quan Zhijun couldn't bear the hunger, so he reached out and took a piece of bread and chewed it.

Xu Hui naturally couldn't grind and chirp anymore, otherwise wouldn't it be too pretentious in front of other girls? The three of them quickly eliminated the food in front of them, and then threw themselves into the tense stereotype.

Zhang Yi's painting level far exceeds Xu Hui's psychological expectations, whether it is a few wildflowers under the mountain rocks or the petrels soaring above the sea, all of them are lifelike, and there is no need to make a draft at all, and even Quan Zhijun is amazed.

With Zhang Yi's help, the progress of the stereotype was very fast, Xu Hui himself was very surprised, he could complete the engraving of two layouts in half an afternoon, and did not waste a piece of wax paper, which had never been done before. At this pace, the ninth issue of "The Wilderness" will be published tomorrow.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, after completing the masthead and article title on three pages, the inauthentic Quan Zhijun found an excuse to slip away, leaving only Xu Hui and Zhang Yi in the classroom.

Without the humming of Kwon Zhijun's pop songs, the small space was suddenly much quieter, and only the soft sound of the carved pen touching the steel plate could be heard in the classroom.

Zhang Yi had just finished painting the image of a deer, and let out a long breath, secretly glad that there were no obvious mistakes in the middle, otherwise the sin would be great.

Raising his eyes and looking at Xu Hui again, he was holding a ruler at the moment, aiming at the scale marks, transcribing very carefully at a glance, and reciting every sentence silently, with an extremely focused expression, as if the lightning and thunder above his head would not be shaken in the slightest.

Hey, this big boy looks much cuter now, it's hard to imagine that afternoon at the door of the attached middle school, this guy was covered in blood, carrying a wooden stick and going crazy, Zhang Yi couldn't believe his eyes, was that Xu Hui? Why did he run to the attached middle school to fight, and it was so scary?

At that time, Zhang Yi was a little dazed and very conflicted, and wanted to rush over desperately to grab Xu Hui, but at the same time she was disappointed by the impulsiveness and ignorance of the people in the cultural compound, and she was indeed disappointed at that moment.

is so contradictory, Zhang Yi is unknowingly getting into the pile, if she wasn't pulled by her companions, she might really rush in to stop Xu Hui and question fiercely, she hates violence, and she doesn't want the people she cares about to get involved.

The companions all felt that Zhang Yi's mood was wrong, what was there to look at a group of vicious and disgusting students from other schools? Zhang Yi kept watching each other until they fled in embarrassment and disappeared into the distance.

Maybe he should have been dragged at that time, Zhang Yi's heart was entangled, or maybe ...... Hey, it's better not to be so hasty, Xu Hui was scary at that time, would he listen to himself? Besides, boys have to save face......

"Oops, this fawn is so cute. At this time, Xu Hui had already put down the engraving pen and found that the other party was in a daze, obviously looking at himself, but the focus of his eyes did not know where he had gone.