Bai Fan, who returned home, didn't see Qianxia Qianxue, this girl probably went to celebrate the end of the exam.

It was the same last time, after all, the big test is a big game, a small test is a small game, whether it is China or RB, or other regions, for students, it is probably the same.

The house was empty, and Bai Fan was also happy, he held the book, hung the bag behind his door, opened the plastic packaging outside and began to rummage.

In front of it are novels written by several short horror authors who are often published in magazines, and Bai Fan's novel position cannot be said to be bad, nor can it be said to be good, it happens to be in the middle, which seems to be a little inferior or inferior.

But this is inevitable, after all, Bai Fan is just a newcomer, and it is impossible to give him the main position in the magazine as soon as he comes.

And perhaps because it caters to the atmosphere of horror magazines, the illustrations on this horror novel do not have color pictures, and the illustrations are mostly black or gray as the color of illustrations.

Bai Fan looked down the vertical layout, and occasionally there were creepy illustrations, and he also felt that the atmosphere of this magazine was well rendered.

"Not bad. ”

Bai Fan nodded, and just wanted to turn to the next page, but was interrupted by a rapid ringtone.

He pinched the phone on the side, glanced at the name on it, and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Aunt Bai?"

"How is it?, boy Bai, have you seen your novel?" Aunt Bai asked half-amusefully, holding the phone.

She clearly knew what her nephew was thinking, and he would definitely buy a copy of this article when it was published in the magazine.

"I saw it, but Aunt Bai, next time, can you talk to the editor-in-chief and move my position to a better place? Bai Fan said jokingly, in fact, he also knew that he was cheap and good, but in front of this Aunt Bai, he couldn't help but make fun of his thoughts.

"You kid got cheap and behaved, the editor-in-chief originally wanted to use you as a transition page for those long-form serialized horror stories, but I asked him to move your position to the front. Aunt Bai held the thermos cup on the side, and scolded half-angrily while drinking water.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, this magazine is a weekly, if you have any ideas, write them quickly, I will help anyone who can help, as for whether you can choose it, it depends on your own creative ability. ”

Aunt Bai didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with Bai Fan, anyway, this product has been this from childhood to adulthood.

The two chatted a little more about the reader's reply, and hung up the call.

"Reader's reply—" Bai Fan took out a small card stuffed in the magazine.

The reader's reply to the Weekly Horror Tales is a small white card with the names of the novels in this issue, and the empty small grid at the back is divided into three levels, which is a small means for the publisher to mobilize readers.

Of course, if there were 30,000 or 40,000 replies from the readers of the "Weekly Horror Story" with a circulation of more than 200,000 a week, it would already be a very fragrant thing.

After all, most readers are creatures that automatically choose to skip when they see a novel that they think is not good, or directly to the upper right corner of the web page.

"It doesn't matter what happens, anyway, the final choice is still the editor-in-chief and the editor in charge below. ”

Bai Fan lay down on the bed without care, the manuscript fee for this issue had already been paid, and he didn't care about the result after that, and he felt that he had written quite well, even if there were bad reviews, it shouldn't be too much.

He lay down peacefully as he encountered, which was simply the standard thinking of salted fish eating and waiting for death.

......

The next day, Bai Fan got up early to exercise and then went to school.

But before I got to the door of the classroom, I saw a large number of students surrounded by a bulletin board.

He leaned over curiously, only to find that the results had already been posted, Bai Fan was still a motionless third year, and the first and second grades in the last time had fallen to the seventh and eighth places.

I have to say that the competitive pressure of Shuijing Middle School is really a bit big, and the first and second grades last time directly slipped seven or eight places.

Then Bai Fan found Koga Furi in the seventy-eighth place.

Bai Fan had to feel sorry for Koga Furi.

The last time he got the 70th place in the exam, his father didn't seem to let him go.

This time it is directly seventy-eight, isn't it all-you-can-eat fried meat with a belt?

Bai Fan shook his head and entered the classroom with his schoolbag.

As soon as he entered the classroom, the students who had been chatting turned their heads to look at him.

Surprised, curious, scared.

If the last time Bai Fan's third place in the grade was purely due to luck, then this time Bai Fan can be regarded as proving his strength as the third in ten thousand years from the side.

But seeing that Bai Fan doesn't seem to study much, how can he do so well in the exam?

They looked at them tentatively, but Bai Fan ignored them one by one and sat down on his own.

But as soon as he sat down, someone timidly came over with a textbook.

"Then, that, classmate Bai, can I ask the card question in the last test paper?"

The other party's voice sounded timid and scared, but he still came with a textbook.

"Absolutely. Bai Fan nodded in agreement without care, just asking a question.

Helping your classmates is also a source of happiness.

Bai Fan took the other party's textbook, answered the other party thoroughly with a pleasant face, and finally asked with concern if he understood.

This flattered the classmate in front of him and nodded again and again, and when the other party went back, Bai Fan even heard him excitedly discussing with the people around 0.

"What, classmate Bai is actually very talkative, you people have been spreading rumors about classmate Bai, how can a person like him who is so good at talking be a bad boy?"

“... That's true, I really haven't heard of bad students learning this thing, so I'll ask Bai a question later, oops, that question is really difficult in this exam. ”

"And classmate Bai is still so handsome and has good physical fitness, maybe he will be the trump card of our class in the future. ”

They talked a lot, but Bai Fan took it all in his ears.

He didn't expect that just taking an exam would have an impact on his reputation.

Looking at those classmates who were looking over with blazing eyes and wanted to have a good relationship with him, Bai Fan coughed dryly twice and couldn't help but scratch his head.

Although the old face can still be hung up, he has indeed beaten people, and he does not intend to avoid this.

But since others want to have a good relationship with him, Bai Fan naturally won't put on a face that you owe me 2.5 million.