"In March, congratulations, congratulations, as soon as your ghost came out, the sales of the magazine that I talked about in the middle of the night skyrocketed by 6,000 copies. ”

After the midnight meeting of the editorial department, editor Lin Hao sent a message to March.

"I'll just say, although I haven't written about the supernatural for ten years, I still have the skills, how about it, my manuscript is good. ”

"Awesome, awesome. ”

Lin Hao was typing on the keyboard and sending a congratulatory message, but he despised the other party in his heart.

Awesome wool.

What kind of stuff is that ghost is worried about, if it weren't for your original name, Lao Tzu wouldn't have asked you to come in the middle of the night to talk about submissions.

Speaking of which, when he learned that the conversation in the middle of the night had risen slightly, Lin Hao was also a little surprised. He doesn't think that this is March's strength, but in his heart it is actually the same as Dong Xiaoyu thinks, this is the bottoming out of the midnight talk. After all, Midnight Talk was also a veteran supernatural magazine before, and there were many die-hard supporters. It's been falling before, it's been falling, but there is always a time to bottom out and rebound. I didn't expect this guy to be so lucky. However, it is one thing to think in your heart, and it is another to say it. As the editor of March, he has to fight for his best interests no matter what.

"Oh, by the way, Lin Hao, since the sales have risen sharply, what about my manuscript fee?"

"Rest assured, it has been proposed to the editor-in-chief. However, you also know that it is impossible for a magazine to decide to increase your manuscript fee just by looking at the sudden surge in one issue of the magazine. The editor-in-chief means to read a few more issues, and if there is a steady growth in the next few issues of the magazine in the middle of the night, then it is not difficult for your manuscript fee to rise to 1,000 yuan per thousand words. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Hao paused, "However, in March, when giving you a fee increase, don't forget the agreement between us." ”

"Of course. ”

"In that case, then, that's all for today, and I'll propose it to the editor-in-chief in a few days. ”

"No problem. ”

The two ended the call.

On the other side of Lin Hao's computer, a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth suddenly cursed.

"This girl, Lao Tzu is tired of writing novels here, he is good, he doesn't have to do anything, he actually wants to share his manuscript fee. ”

"One day, Lao Tzu will kick you away. ”

"Not yet, though. It's been ten years since I left the supernatural circle, and I still have to rely on this guy to gain a foothold, wait a little longer. ”

The middle-aged man extinguished the cigarette in his hand and picked up a magazine on the table.

The name of the magazine is Suspense World, and the cover character is a man dressed in extreme luxury.

Supernatural Master - Zhang Yun.

In order to build momentum for Zhang Yun, the suspense world can be said to have invested a lot of money, even if Zhang Yun has not yet started serializing his novels, but Zhang Yun has been advertised in various parts of the suspense world. However, the middle-aged man just glanced at the magazine, and he tore off the seal of the suspense world, and then stepped on the torn cover with his foot a few times, and said with a roar, "Zhang Yun, although I have been away from the supernatural circle for ten years, I am back now." I'll tell you who the real supernatural king is. ”

……

"390 points. ”

Looking at the total score of 390, Zhang Huiping was stunned.

390 points.

This is the lowest score Zhang Huiping has ever taken in the three years of junior high school.

At the same time, such a score also means that there is no chance with the first and second middle schools.

Zhang Huiping's fingers were tightly pinched together, she wanted to shout loudly, but she was afraid that her voice would scare her classmates.

But the score in front of her made Zhang Huiping want to have a hole in the ground.

Once upon a time, Zhang Huiping was also the pride of the sky in the eyes of the teacher. But I don't know why, after the third year of junior high school, her grades regressed a lot. At first, it was okay, but it retreated from more than 600 points to more than 500 points, which is more promising. However, after a while, Zhang Huiping retreated from more than 500 points to more than 400 points.

Although there are already some dangers in scoring more than 400 points, after all, as long as you work hard, you still have a chance to enter high school. But Zhang Huiping never expected that this time, she only scored 390 points in the month-end exam.

This score completely defeated the last line of defense in Zhang Huiping's heart.

No, it's not my real level.

It's not.

No.

There was something enchanted in her heart, and Zhang Huiping kept correcting the mistakes in the original test paper.

Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, Politics......

Question after question, over and over again.

However, Zhang Huiping found that even after the exam, there were many questions, and she didn't know at all.

Even these questions, Zhang Huiping looks familiar and feels like she has done them before.

A tear slipped quietly and dripped on the thick stack of test papers.

……

"Total score 300. ”

Classes were held for several days in a row, and all the test papers for each subject of the small examination at the end of the month were sent back.

The total score was 750 points, and Huang Yifan scored 300 points.

For this result, Huang Yifan is very dissatisfied.

Dissatisfaction is not because there are fewer exams, but because there are too many exams.

Obviously, when I took the exam before, I tried my best to set a score of 250. However, when the test papers came back, the situation was a little bit wrong. Other subjects are fine, how many points should be and how many points are points. But the problem is the language, damn it, the Chinese composition actually gave a full score, 60 points.

This really surprised Huang Yifan.

60 points.

Since he was a child, Huang Yifan's essay has never scored 60 points.

Moreover, Huang Yifan thought about it, and he was not writing the essay in the previous exam very seriously.

What's the matter, the casually written essay also gave a score of 60?

Nima, with such a perfect score for the composition, how can it be low-key in the future.

There were some headaches, Huang Yifan was thinking about it, and when the time came, a classmate asked him how to answer.

However, when Huang Yifan was thinking about it, at this time, he felt the abnormality of Zhang Huiping at the same table.

"Zhang Huiping. ”

Seeing Zhang Huiping's sudden tears, Huang Yifan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This girl's grades were not bad, but I don't know why, but she has been getting worse and worse recently.

It is said that once her mother came to the school and said that she was taking Zhang Huiping home and would not let her study. The reason is very simple, there is no hope of even going to high school, what else to study. The conditions of her family are not good, and the mother's thinking is not particularly long-term, and when she sees that her daughter's grades are not good, she wants to take her daughter to work in other places.

In the end, it seems that she was persuaded by the head teacher Lin Jinfen that Zhang Huiping was able to continue studying.

But since then, Zhang Huiping has been studying on her own every night, and she still stays in the classroom alone to work overtime to read.

But God is such an injustice, Zhang Huiping worked so hard, and this time the results were still bad.

Thinking of this, Huang Yifan couldn't help but sigh.

What a good little girl, she was forced to be like this by the exam.

A little unbearable, Huang Yifan decided to help her.

"Haha, Zhang Huiping, you don't know how to do this question, I did it right, let me tell you, this question should be like this......"

Although he decided to help Zhang Huiping, Huang Yifan didn't want to pretend to be a so-called genius. At the same time, in order to protect the remaining trace of self-esteem in Zhang Huiping's heart, with a hint of funny attitude and a hint of exaggerated expression, Huang Yifan began to talk about the topic.

Although Huang Yifan suddenly snatched the test paper, Zhang Huiping was a little startled, but seeing him give him a lecture, Zhang Huiping still listened carefully.

Maybe it's Huang Yifan's vivid explanation.

Maybe it's because Huang Yifan's identity is different, which makes Zhang Huiping feel more cordial.

Maybe Zhang Huiping has a foundation.

In short, Huang Yifan just talked about it casually, and he didn't know how to do the topics just now, but he knew everything.

"Huang Yifan, why did you become so powerful?"

Under Huang Yifan's guidance, Zhang Huiping regained a little confidence, and her mood was not as bad as before.

It turned out that he was not as bad as he imagined.

It turns out that he still has a lot of potential.

It's just that after Zhang Huiping regained her confidence a little, she became even more incomprehensible to Huang Yifan.

"This is not called powerful, this is called a threesome, there must be my teacher, although I don't study very well, but you won't happen to be me. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's that simple!"

"Lie to me again. ”