The next day, after Lin Mushang studied on his own early, he took advantage of breakfast to go to the post office in the town and mail the manuscript to the "Martial Arts Story" magazine.

The distance was quite long, and when Lin Mu ran back, it was already half an hour later, except for a few students who were as stubborn as Lin Mu, they were basically studying their homework.

Lin Mu gasped and entered the classroom, which naturally attracted the sideways glances of many people, contempt, disdain, indifference, worry, sympathy, and so on.

"Hey, Lin Mu, you kid, where did you go? Gasping so much, playing with your girlfriend?"

It was Chang Qiankun who spoke, the representative of the physical education class in the class, and his academic performance was on par with Lin Mu's.

But the relationship between Lin Mu and him is not very iron, strictly speaking, there are few pairs of real girlfriends and brothers in the entire class.

The head teacher roars on it every day, everyone around him is a competitor, and he is not allowed to chat with himself, even if he talks about exercises, if there is any problem, ask the teacher!

At the same time, those students who study well are asked not to help others solve problems, nominally to ensure that the class is quiet, but in fact it is to ensure that students with good grades do not have to waste time on helping others.

This regulation, in order to make the students better, originally originated from the principal's uneven road, and later found that it could effectively improve the admission rate, and then implemented it to the entire school.

In this case, on the basis of learning, naturally there are few people in the whole class who treat each other sincerely, and there are naturally those who get along well, but after all, they are only a few.

Lin Mu glanced at him, too lazy to speak, he stayed up until midnight yesterday to write, how could he still have the leisure to talk to him about this kind of gossip.

With his head down, he fell asleep on the table.

Chang Qiankun's face was a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, took out a copy of "Martial Arts", and read it.

The head teacher, Shang Zhicheng, walked by the window, saw a few top students previewing, nodded with satisfaction, and saw that behind, Lin Mu was sleeping, Xiao Chang was reading a novel, and several other key observation objects either looked too much and had no energy, or they were gossiping, and their brows were furrowed.

"Xiao Qiang!Liu Fei!You come out for me!" Shang Zhicheng, the head teacher, walked to the back door and called out the two guys who were talking.

"Gossip! Gossip! Can't you learn from other people's forests and herds! Although other people's studies are not good, they have never disturbed other people's studies! How can you ...... like you?"

In the office next to the classroom, from time to time there was a scolding from the head teacher, and when the class heard it, they looked at Lin Mu, who was sleeping soundly, and laughed secretly.

Chang Qiankun next to him glanced at Lin Mu and laughed disdainfully.

……

Halfway through the second class, Lin Mu woke up, rubbed his fingers, took out the manuscript paper and pen, and wrote again.

"Thirteen Swords"

Caged Fish

Antler Ivory

Vulture Wyvern

……

Throughout the week, Lin Mu was constantly writing, including short stories and novellas of two or three hundred thousand.

When the people in the class saw the famous Lin Mu, they were more surprised that they began to write seriously, and the beautiful and beautiful English teacher even took the time to look at what Lin Mu was writing.

After seeing what martial arts novel Lin Mu was writing, he pursed his lips and smiled and made a cheering gesture.

Lin Mu knew that his English teacher had always been easy-going, and he didn't see anything outside, so he smiled and made an OK gesture.

Writing a novel is just a small fluctuation in class life, that is, after the head teacher knew about it, he only focused on observing Lin Mu for two days, and after finding that Lin Mu did not disturb others, he once again listed Lin Mu as a "high-quality first-class poor student".

……

When Lin Mu was jubilantly writing a manuscript in Water Town, the "Martial Arts Story" magazine was caught in a quarrel because of him.

Lin Shuiqing is a review editor, and when "Hairpin Phoenix" entered his hands, he felt a trace of disdain in his heart just when he saw the name.

"What hairpin phoenix! If you want to say that the crested hairpin, it's just a noun, what the hell is the hairpin phoenix?"

However, he still has the quality of an editor, and he didn't kill it directly at the first time, but watched it.

"Well, the writing is good, but the first one or two hundred words is a bit bland...... Huh?

Lin Shuiqing's eyes lit up, and he saw the big hero he admired the most in his life, which aroused his interest.

"Feilong Battalion? In order to save Marshal Yue? This old man who sold hairpins didn't even charge money when he heard that it was the Yue family's army who bought the hairpin? After being forced to give the money, he still wanted to marry his daughter to the Yue family's sergeant?"

In just a few hundred words at the beginning, the reputation of the Yue family army was fully displayed on the paper, Lin Shuiqing was a little short of breath, as if he was a member of the Yue family army's flying dragon battalion, and he was fighting with his life to save his own marshal.

Drinking water, Lin Shuiqing smiled to himself, he is an old editor anyway, why is he still so frizzy?

However, the previous little disdain for the author of "One Page Book" has also dissipated, and I just want to know the next plot.

I forgot to say, "One Page Book" is Lin Mu's pen name, which he thought when he finished writing the manuscript, originally wanted to call it "One Dao", but it has been used by the island countries in the east, if he becomes famous in the future, such a pen name is estimated to be despised to death, and immediately thought of a "One Page Book" pen name.

"Shocking?!I'm X, I killed the deputy commander of the cooked copper stick in seconds with a knife, the government has this kind of master, and he also saved Marshal Yue!!" Lin Shuiqing slapped the table on the table, causing the other editors in the office to look sideways.

It's not that he is not calm, but that the underworld master of "shocking and slashing" Ping Baichuan, the force set in this book is too high, and his appearance is extremely ferocious, and he is directly seconded.

As the plot developed, Lin Shuiqing's face went from nervous, to tangled, to peaceful, and then nervous, to excitement, and finally to loss.

"Alas, such a chivalrous heroine still died in the end, and she didn't kill Qin Hui! Marshal Yue still couldn't be saved!"

Lin Shuiqing sighed, of course he knew the development of history, and he also knew the final result of Yue Fei and Qin Hui, but in the novel, he longed to be able to change that kind of tragedy, even if he knew that after the change, the whole article would fall behind.

"This kind of novel is superior in "Martial Arts", if we can't publish it!!, then what manuscript can we pass!!" Lin Shuiqing said angrily.

The vice president in front of him is also entangled, he has read "Hairpin Phoenix", and he thinks it is good, but the layout of the next issue of the magazine has been fixed, and the corresponding length position is still a novel by the president's son......

The two of them quarreled there, and the president listened to it, thought about it several times in his heart, and thought about the consequences of various choices, and knocked on the table to stop the two of them.

"Just replace Xiao Ao's manuscript, "Hairpin Phoenix" is really good, now is the time for us to compete with "Martial Arts" for the market, everything is based on the interests of the magazine!"

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