As soon as the New Year's Day is over, the final exam is not far away, and there is only half a month left. The learning atmosphere on campus is as strong as the original joint entrance examination and mid-term exams, even during recess, many students choose to stay in the classroom to read and review. Wang Bo is no exception, and plans to sharpen his gun in the half month before the final exam. In the last month or two, because of this, he has missed a lot of classes, and he has found a job for himself to write novels that "go down in history", which has delayed a lot of spare time that should have been used to do homework. The first two big exams were the first in the grade, and the former learning genius Guo Xiaoliang, who was the second in the grade, was pulled by several points, if Guo Xiaoliang was overtaken in the final exam, it would be a little ugly, and it would be difficult for many people. Although deep down, he doesn't care about this, the title and honor of "first in grade", after experiencing it twice, will not bring him more pleasure.

When the second class in the morning was about to start, the class leader Wu Wei came to Wang Bo with a large stack of letters, piled them on his desk, shook his hand, and said to Wang Bo with a smile: "Wang Bo, I think I still handed over the mailbox key to you." Our mailbox for Class 7 is about to become your exclusive mailbox!"

"Don't, squad leader! I'd better leave the key with you, I'm forgetful, I'm afraid of losing it. Wang Bo replied as he began to check the stack on the table, which contained at least a dozen or twenty letters. He didn't even have to open it, just glanced at the cover, and he knew that these letters, which had not even been stamped, and the sender and sender's addresses were mostly blank, were the same as the large number of letters he had received in the past two months, all of which were written to him by the students of the fourth middle school, to be precise, the love letters written to him by the students who admired him and liked him.

Since he became an instant hit at the National Day Parade, Wang Bo has received a lot of letters almost every week, ranging from one or two to five or six. I received nearly 20 letters at once today, and I don't have to think about it, it is definitely not unrelated to his "crazy move" at the New Year's Day party the night before.

Liao Xiaoqing has become accustomed to Wang Bo's weekly love letters, and helps Wang Bo count letters as usual to see how many "ignorant girls" are attracted by this guy who can create surprises and miracles at any time, and fall into an impossible love network. It's basically become a great love of hers.

Between rummaging and picking, Liao Xiaoqing suddenly found a large envelope, picked it up curiously, and saw that the sender column on the cover was written in printed font:

Editorial Department of Science Fiction World!

Liao Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes widened, his mouth opened into an O-shape, pointed at Wang Bo with his finger, and said with a little trill: "Wang Bo, you, did you really contribute to "Science Fiction World"? Oh, it must be, "Science Fiction World" has written to you, it must have published your article and sent you a sample issue!"

Wang Bo didn't expect "Science Fiction World" to publish his article so soon, he thought it would be at least a month or two later. After all, he only sent his article in the middle of last month, and according to the process of publishing articles in general magazines, the manuscripts sent in that month will not be published until next month at the earliest.

Although he was almost 100% sure that his article had been published by "Science Fiction World", and the other party also sent a sample issue, Wang Bo still said modestly: "The manuscript has been submitted, but it is not certain whether it will be published." What if it's a rejection?"

"You should be humble! A magazine like "Science Fiction World" receives hundreds of manuscripts every day, how can you have the leisure to reject them one by one?" Liao Xiao glanced at Wang Bo innocently, and said with a smile, "Wang Bo, I'll help you dismantle it?"

"Let's tear it down!" Wang Bo said generously, and at this time, he was also a little nervous. In his previous life, although he had written millions of words of YY novels on the Internet, it was the first time that they were printed in lead and turned into physical articles that could be held in his hands!

"Hehe, then I'll help you open it!" Liao Xiaoqing's eyes flashed with little stars, and he couldn't wait to start tearing up the envelope!

Liao Xiaoqing tore the envelope, and Li Yang, who had just returned to the classroom, suddenly walked over, saw Liao Xiaoqing holding an oversized envelope in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoqing, which letter wrote to you, with such a large envelope?"

Liao Xiaoqing didn't answer, and shook the front of the envelope in front of Li Yang's eyes: "Dangdangdang! How could it be mine? Wang Bo's! His manuscript for "Science Fiction World" has been published! People have sent him a sample issue!" As he spoke, he quickly tore open the opening of the envelope, shaking the two corners downward, and suddenly, a copy of the latest issue of "Science Fiction World" with the smell of ink slipped out of the mouth of the envelope. Along with the sample magazine, there was a small piece of paper like a receipt. Liao Xiaoqing picked it up and took a look, but it was a "withdrawal notice" from the "Postal Savings Bank of China"!

"2280!Wow, you're rich, Wang Bo, two thousand two hundred and eight, so much manuscript fee!" Liao Xiaoqing exclaimed, exclaiming!

Wang Bo secretly wrote a novel in the class, except for Liao Xiaoqing, Liang Ya, and Cheng Wenjin, the "future mother-in-law" at his table, no one in the class knew! Therefore, Liao Xiaoqing's exaggerated exclamation immediately attracted many students' onlookers and gossiping questions. Within a few minutes, the entire seventh class of high school students knew that two science fiction novels written by Wang Bo had been published in Science Fiction World, the largest and most well-known science fiction magazine in China. At the same time, I also know that he got a huge amount of money for students!

Shocked, incredulous, envious, jealous, adored...... A variety of different expressions appeared on the faces of the students of Class 7, and then there was a series of congratulations and congratulations. Then, there is a scramble, a scramble for the sample magazine sent to Wang Bo by the magazine, and a race to circulate it. Including his "withdrawal notice", which no one else had ever seen, became the object of the seventh class of students competing to circulate.

"I didn't even see your article, and I shouldn't have told them if I knew I wouldn't have told them. Liao Xiaoqing returned to his seat empty-handed and dejected.

"Hey, who told you to have a big mouth!" Wang Bo smiled proudly, and his mood was extremely happy.

"You're gloating!" Liao Xiaoqing glared at Wang Bo coquettishly, and soon his eyes narrowed, and he said with stars shining in his eyes, "More than two thousand, Wang Bo?

"Please, please, please, call out all the people in the 'English Salon' at noon, and I invite you to go to 'Xinfeng Snack' to eat stewed and steamed vegetables!" Wang Bo waved his hand and said magnificently.

"Ahh

"Do you want to get a lot of money? I don't think I can spend a fraction of the manuscript fee! That's it, you can help me inform me when class is over." Wang Bo said indifferently, but he was settling accounts in his heart, the two novels "Country Teacher" and "Chaowen Dao" are about 40,000 words, 2,280 yuan, so the remuneration is almost 50-60 per thousand words.

"It's really cheap! Fortunately, Lao Tzu doesn't make money from this!" Wang Bo slandered the stinginess of "Science Fiction World" in his heart, but he didn't want to, with the current average salary of five or six hundred yuan per month for urban residents in Shu Province, what he made up in less than a month is already equivalent to the income of ordinary people for four or five months.

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After the morning recess exercises, his girlfriend Liang Ya took the initiative to find Wang Bo. Finding the first sentence Wang Bo said, he was taken aback.

"Xiaobo, I'm sorry, I apologize to you for my father, don't blame him, okay?" Liang Ya looked at Wang Bo and said apologetically.

Liang Ya's words were very abrupt, but Wang Bo immediately understood what his girlfriend meant, and thought, Lao Tzu doesn't blame him!

But he didn't want his girlfriend to be embarrassed, so he only pretended to understand: "Blame Uncle Liang, why should I blame Uncle Liang?"

"Xiaobo, on the day of my birth, you ran before and after, busy and busy, but my father never gave you a good face. He shouldn't have been. I...... I'm sorry, can you forgive him?" Speaking of this, Liang Ya was already crying, her eyes were red, and she looked like she wanted to cry.

Liang Ya's expression made Wang Bo startled, and his heart was even more moved, it turned out that the beloved girl was not familiar with the "unfair treatment" he received that day, but always looked at it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. Thinking about it like this, Wang Bo's resentment towards Liang Jingquan was a little lighter. Wang Bo stopped, looked at his girlfriend's face, and said sincerely:

"It's okay, Xiaoya. If you don't mention it, I'll almost forget it. I don't think Uncle Liang intended to target me, so he probably misunderstood me. We're underground, and it's hard for me to explain it to him. After a year and a half, the two of us will be admitted to the university, and I will definitely behave well in front of Uncle Liang and make him proud to have me as a son-in-law, how about it?"

Wang Bo was reasonable, and Liang Ya was very moved and ashamed of his uncaring answer, Liang Ya bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, Xiaobo." ”

Wang Bo waved his hand, and even said that between him and her, why do you need to say thank you, and he never wants to hear the other party say thank you or anything like that in the future.

Wang Bo didn't want to continue to dwell on the topic of Liang Jingquan that annoyed him, and suddenly saw the red rope bracelet that Liang Ya wore on his left wrist and a little golden pig hanging under the bracelet, so he raised his right wrist and shook it, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like it?"

"Hmm!" Liang Ya pursed her lips and nodded, "It's just a little too expensive." You...... How can you buy such a valuable thing?" Thinking of Wang Bo's birthday gift to her, Liang Ya was full of sorrow, and her mood of suffering from gains and losses suddenly improved, and she said coquettishly, but there was love in her tone.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Hey, you have a life, and I don't know what to give you." The last time I went to Chengshi to record a song, I passed by a gold store and went in to have a casual look. When I saw a red silk rope wearing the zodiac, I felt that it would look good on your hand, so I bought it. I've been worried that you don't like it. But now it looks like it's quite appropriate. As he spoke, Wang Bo glanced at Liang Ya's left wrist again, the wrist was white and slender, and a red silk rope that was not thick or thin surrounded it, red and white, and a trace of golden light loomed, making Wang Bo feel a simple and pure beauty.

"Xiaobo, I like it very much. It's just that it feels a little ...... Some are too precious. Usually at home, I don't dare to wear it. And, didn't you already give me a gift last Friday night? It was the best gift I've ever received in my life. Why are you sending it again?" Liang Ya whispered, with a coquettish tone.

"Those three songs, aren't they spiritual? We can't fill our stomachs! We must keep pace with the times and grasp spiritual civilization and material civilization together. As for whether it is expensive or not, don't care, Xiaoya! In my heart, your happiness is the most important thing! Besides, you don't know that your man is very good at finding money! Today I made more than 2,000 yuan. By the way, call the reeds at noon, and I'll invite you to dinner. Wang Bo waved his hand and said indifferently.

Hearing that Wang Bo earned more than two thousand, Liang Ya hurriedly inquired what was going on. Wang Bo was proud, but the words that came out of his mouth were as light as cotton wool: "Wasn't it boring some time ago, and I wrote two science fiction novels? I never thought that hey, I actually published it, and today I sent me a sample journal and the manuscript fee! Tang Jian, Han Lin and the others know, this is still worth it?

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bo felt that his girlfriend's eyes were obviously different, excited, adoring, and honored. Liang Ya looked at Wang Bo's face fixedly, and stretched out her palm with the little golden pig: "Xiaobo, I want to read the science fiction novel you wrote." ”

"I'm afraid it won't work now! Those guys in the class have been robbing it. At lunchtime, go to the newsstand and buy a copy. ”

"Hmm! I'll buy it as soon as I get out of school!"

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