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Ten years later.

Many people don't know if they remember the old holly tree planted in the corner of the courtyard wall of No. 6 Middle School, the wasteland that used to be tidal flats and now high-rise buildings, and the cement road that was potholed and muddy when it rained.

Some people say that true love for a school starts with packing your bags, whether it is middle school or university, when you leave resolutely with your bags, you can always feel a little melancholy in your heart.

Maybe when you look back all the way, you can't find the feeling you had at the beginning.

Familiar chalkboard.

Familiar corridors.

Familiar desks.

There is also the familiar window, a figure that will always walk by the window.

And one day, all this is no longer familiar.

For Class 3 students, who are still in their second year of high school, it seems a little far away.

Lin Ruonan hadn't come to class for the fifth day, and Lin Tao knew that she had gone to Ning'an last weekend, and there was no trace of anything other than the line of words left on the plain white paper.

Lin Ruonan is missing.

The third shift is still the third shift, but when Lin Tao raised his head and habitually looked in the direction of 10 o'clock, there were no longer so many expectations.

Gradually.

Habit is still habit, just no longer looking up in the direction of 10 o'clock, but the lawn in the northwest corner of the playground outside the window on the right.

There are many memories there.

Among them, there are about Su Rui and Lin Ruonan.

The storm of "Kung Fu Panda" had already blown to Matsudaira City last weekend, the second day of its release.

The students of Class 3 suddenly became loyal fans of the panda named Dabao.

Occasionally, someone will suddenly ask Lin Tao about the topic of writing.

It's nothing more than questions like "why don't you continue writing" or "are you still writing?", which is inconsequential, but makes Lin Tao tired to deal with.

It wasn't until after the morning reading that the head teacher Zhu Qiang also called him out to ask this sentence, that Lin Tao realized that "writer" had become the most shining label on him.

"Teacher Zhu, I think I still focus on my studies, and it's not too late to have the opportunity to write something in the future, I can tell the difference. ”

Hear Lin Tao's words.

Zhu Qiang opened his mouth several times, but the words in his mouth did not come out.

Lin Tao secretly wanted to laugh in his heart.

He knew what Zhu Qiang wanted to say.

Looking at the resolute expression on the face of the young man in front of him, Zhu Qiang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He even thought that he had lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot.

Originally, he wanted to encourage Lin Tao to continue on the road of creation, after all, with the foundation of the first prize of the Dongjiang Cup, Lin Tao's admission to Dongjiang University is basically a certainty.

He has the conditions to go down such a path.

But apparently Lin Tao was wrong.

"Well, now that you've figured it out, let's do what you want, and when you go to college in the future, you can develop in this area, even if it's a hobby.

And ~~ I believe you have such potential. ”

When I turned around.

Zhu Qiang still seemed to be a little hesitant to say.

Lin Tao nodded.

Until he walked into the classroom, Zhu Qiang was still muttering to himself.

"It's a pity that it's a good seedling. ”

"Before I start class, I want to emphasize one thing, this morning when the school academic affairs office was in a meeting, the director of the academic affairs office, Zhang reported a thing, this week from Monday to now, a total of four days, the academic affairs office has confiscated sixty-two novels.

I don't need to say, you all know what kind of book it is, I'm going to say the ugly thing here, if I or any of the teachers in our class find someone watching "Kung Fu Panda" in class, they will move the table out by themselves, and you will go to which class you want, you will hear it, right?"

Zhu Qiang's words made the students of Class 3, including Lin Tao, stunned, but then they still remembered a series of affirmative voices.

Sit in the corner of the last row.

Lin Tao could almost clearly see that the book "Kung Fu Panda" was held in the hand of many people in the drawer.

Hearing Zhu Qiang's words, many people, including Tian Wei, who was sitting in the front row of him, silently pushed the book back to the drawer.

Boom!

However, accidents always happen inadvertently.

With the end of the freefall movement.

When Lin Tao followed the sound and looked at the book that fell from the drawer to the aisle, Zhu Qiang's face suddenly became a little weird.

At a glance, he had already seen a fat panda printed on the cover of the book.

The classroom fell silent.

"Let's go to class, let's have the last lesson today, turn the book to the last text "The Story of Shizhong Mountain", Lin Tao, you get up and read this text. ”

Lin Tao rose in response.

His eyes swept over the book and the panda, and he was curious about Zhu Qiang's move of picking it up and putting it down gently.

Voices echoed silently through the classroom.

Ning'an City.

The afterglow of the setting sun has gradually enveloped the city.

When the huge outline of the city is projected onto the rivers and fields not far away, the sales data gathers into his hands like snowflakes.

On the opposite desk, the calculator in front of Yang Min made a rapid sound.

All the way down to the last note.

Wang Dongdong felt that his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

"The results are in?"

Pursing his lips, Wang Dongdong didn't notice that his voice had become a little hoarse.

A whole day.

He was in the office scheduling every hour of data from the sales network across the country, and he didn't have time to rest at all, and he didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

"Hmm!"

"How much?"

After speaking, his eyes stared at Yang Min tightly.

The atmosphere in the office tightened suddenly, becoming a little dull and depressing.

Yang Min took a deep breath.

She knows what the data means in her mouth.

"51!510,000 copies, Editor-in-Chief Wang, today's sales total is 510,000 copies, it broke the record, you know, it broke the record, hahahaha!"

51！

It turned out to be 510,000!

Wang Dongdong muttered twice, still a little incredulous.

The emptiness that suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart was like a boulder hanging in his heart that suddenly fell, and even made him feel as if he had lost his soul at a certain moment.

No one knew the excitement and unconcealable ecstasy in Wang Dong's heart at this moment.

It worked!

It really worked!

Oh my God, 510,000 copies, it's 510,000 copies. It's so unexpected, it's unimaginable, it's incredible.

It's incredible!

At this moment, no one knows how much of an impact this joy has on Wang Dongdong.

No one knew that from the first day of "Kung Fu Panda" sold 200,000 copies, there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him.

That's the rush to the annual sales championship.

200,000 copies were sold on the first day.

280,000 copies the next day.

310,000 copies on the third day.

320,000 copies on the fourth day.

On the fifth day, 510,000 copies.

A total of 1.62 million copies were sold.

Undoubtedly, "Kung Fu Panda" did not wait for the sixth day to give everyone, every domestic media, and even every attention to a surprise.

No doubt.

Since its release, in just five days, this work created by the mysterious domestic rookie writer "Xiaobai" has snatched the annual sales champion from "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" in an almost demonic manner.

Just like the news that the Novelist magazine published on the front page overnight that night put it.

"This time, we are all big fans of Panda, not Ha fans. ”

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