"Lin Mu, I believe in you!"

Cui Tingting, the class leader in charge of sending and receiving letters in the class, curiously gave an envelope to Lin Mu.

It was a special envelope for the magazine, and the address and zip code of the magazine were signed underneath.

"Could it be that some time ago, the novel written by Lin Mu was voted out?"

There were other people in the class who saw it and had this doubt in their hearts.

Lin Mu was still a little apprehensive in his heart, but when he saw that the envelope was very thick and seemed to be a book, he immediately settled down in his heart.

If the manuscript has not passed, the other party will return the manuscript according to the rules, but it is only some manuscript paper, which is by no means so neat.

Lin Mu took back the letter, and the two girls at the same table and the front table were also curious to read it.

I wanted to take it back without revealing it, but Lin Mu still couldn't help it, obviously the result was in front of him, and waiting for another two hours of class time would really make people crazy.

After thinking about it, Lin Mu tore open the envelope, and a copy of "Martial Arts Stories" slid out of it, and the others only had two pieces of paper, one reply and one remittance slip.

Lin Mu first put the remittance slip into his pocket, glanced at the corner of his eye, and his heart jumped.

"2240 pieces!"

With a dry mouth, Lin Mu opened the reply letter.

"Author's one-page book:

Hello, the "hairpin head phoenix" you voted for this magazine has been successfully drafted, and now the sample book and remittance will be mailed to you, because you are a writer who has passed the manuscript for the first time, and the manuscript fee rate is in accordance with the provisions of the new author's manuscript fee, 80 words per thousand.

Your "Hairpin Phoenix" has a total of more than 28,000 words, and the manuscript fee is 2,240 yuan.

I hope to receive more high-quality manuscripts from you in the future.

"Martial Arts Stories" Publishing House. ”

Looking at the sample book again, Lin Mu opened the page and found that his manuscript, as he thought, was the first article at the beginning of the whole magazine, and his heart was settled for a while.

chose "Hairpin Phoenix" as his first book manuscript, and naturally Lin Mu also had his own plans.

Its word count is almost the same as the word count of the magazine's first novel, not a novella, but it is also nine stanzas, so that it will not be read all at once, and the story twist is more attractive.

With this good start, I think I will have more opportunities to pass my manuscript when I review it in the future.

"Ah! two thousand two hundred and forty yuan!" the girl at the front table screamed, but when Lin Mu was reading the sample book, she saw the reply.

"Huh?"

The students in the class were immediately moved.

For students from normal families, the monthly living expenses, including food and drink, plus the money for living and buying materials, are only four or five hundred yuan, so Lin Mu's novel is really out of draft?

Is it worth four or five months of living expenses?

Originally, there were some reserved students, but they suddenly couldn't calm down, and a few people with a temperament had already come over to ask about the truth and wanted to see the manuscript list.

Lin Mu covered his head helplessly, looked at the seventeen-year-old girl at the front table, and was speechless for a while.

"I'll go! Lin Mu, how are you doing? By the way, show me the sample book!"

Several people who usually talked to Lin Mu, including Lin Mu's team leader, all ran over, and they were not polite directly, and took out the sample book from Lin Mu's desk and flipped it up.

When the other students heard the confirmation news, they also slowly gathered around.

The 2,000 yuan manuscript fee is one aspect of their attraction, but for these slightly simple students, it is a more face-saving thing for what they write to be published in newspapers and magazines.

The head teacher, Shang Zhicheng, was originally in the office and was grading homework, but when he heard the sudden commotion in the class next door, he frowned, and quickly stopped his pen and walked out.

"This group of students has never been so noisy in normal times, has anyone fought?"

The back door of the high school, in order to facilitate the head teacher's inspection, it was not closed during the day, and as soon as Shang Zhicheng entered the back door, he saw that most of the students in the class were around Lin Mu.

Several female students were talking and listening, and Shang Zhicheng already understood the cause and effect.

"Go back! Lin Mu, come out and take the book with you!"

The majesty of the head teacher, naturally, no one dared to contradict it, and everyone dispersed at the moment, watching Lin Mu walk into the office in an abnormal mood.

"Which one is written?" Shang Zhicheng asked, sitting down and flipping through the magazine.

"Hairpin Phoenix!"

At that moment, Shang Zhicheng sat and watched, and Lin Mu stood there bored, looking around.

The office is naturally no stranger to a poor student like him, and at this time, the office is empty, he is bored, and he can't leave.

The second period is relatively long after class, with twenty or thirty minutes for students to go to the playground for activities, which is enough to read this article.

The novel of the nine sections, Shang Zhicheng read it in one go.

With his many years of experience in dealing with words, this novel written by Lin Mu naturally has many shortcomings, but the plot and idea have also exceeded his expectations.

In his opinion, even if Lin Mu wrote a novel and published it, young people probably wrote the kind of fighting and killing that pursued excitement.

But in the article "Hairpin Phoenix", people with lofty ideals are loyal to save the country, and a weak woman can sacrifice her life to fight against traitors.

Overall, the style of this essay is positive, which is good for a high school student.

"Well, the writing is okay, but there is one point, in the future, you are not allowed to pass on the sample book in the class, try to keep a low profile, and do not affect the learning atmosphere, understand?" Shang Zhicheng thought again and again and returned the sample book to Lin Mudao.

Lin Mu was relieved, although he didn't expect to go to school to ask for a way out, the head teacher had no prejudice against him, and it was obviously no harm to him.

Answered, and was about to leave, Shang Zhicheng stopped him again.

"Student, you still focus on your studies, since you have the talent to write novels, you are not stupid, study hard, strive to take two or three books, a year, it's still too late!"

Lin Mu was stunned, but he didn't expect the head teacher, who was usually too lazy to deal with him, to say such a caring thing.

Nodding solemnly, Lin Mu said, "Hmm!

Two lives, Lin Mu has a memory palace, and he has a plan for his own path, although he is cared for, but he will not compete with thousands of troops and horses for the bridge of the college entrance examination.

When he walked out of the office, he saw his English teacher, Susan, looking at him with a smile.

Susan is not a foreigner, but on the first day of class, she said that since she teaches English herself, everything in class should be in English, and she directly asked the students to call her by her English name.

"That's good, keep it up!" Susan reached out and pinched Lin Mu's face, jokingly.

Lin Mu knew that his English teacher, who had just graduated from graduate school for less than two years, was a person who liked to joke on weekdays, but when he saw her teasing herself, he also fought back unceremoniously.

"Come on, come on, teacher, come on, hurry up and get married and have children, it's all so 'big'......"

Susan smiled for a moment, and then scolded with a smile: "You dead boy, you dare to tease the teacher, hurry back and prepare for class, write an English novel one day, and give you a long face for the teacher!"