Zhou Lin is in a good mood.

According to his assessment, the score of the college entrance examination should be at least 15 points higher than the last mock test, reaching about 410 points.

The undergraduate line in my memory in my previous life was 402 points, and 410 points were sure that I could go to an undergraduate university, which means that Zhou Lin's fate in this life has completely changed.

And he had already made a decision, and his first choice was to apply to Songjiang University, majoring in marketing.

Others may have to worry about which university to apply for for a few days, but Zhou Lin has completely left his high school career behind.

It's just that he can't relax at all, because there are a lot of things that have accumulated in the days of retreat, and he needs to deal with them one by one.

One of the most important things was to meet with the people at Martial Arts Weekly.

At noon on July 8, Zhou Lin stood under a large locust tree on the side of the street, eating ice cream while watching the cars speeding by on the street.

A taxi pulled up on the side of the road, and two middle-aged men got out of the car with their bags.

The man who got out of the car first was still wearing a suit and leather shoes in the hot weather of July in Songjiang, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Another man's hair was a little thin, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat while looking around.

Zhou Lin swallowed the rest of the ice cream in one gulp, and after letting the coolness spread in his mouth, he walked over and asked, "Editor-in-chief Geng and Editor-in-chief Zhang?" ”

The man in the suit was Geng Yunhe, the editor-in-chief of "Wuxia Weekly", and after receiving the call of "chasing the clouds" last night, he immediately took Zhang Zhifang to Songjiang by plane, without wasting any time.

He looked at Zhou Lin suspiciously, and asked, "Are you the person sent by Mr. Chai?" ”

Zhou Lin smiled: "I'm just flying after the clouds." ”

"You're flying through the clouds!" Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang were like old cats whose tails had been stepped on, almost jumping up.

In the minds of Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang, Zhuyunfei should be a calm and introverted middle-aged man with rich life experience, although he is wonderful, he may not be good at talking, maybe he has other pen names, and he may even be a master in other fields, in short, he must be a person with a story.

But Zhou Lin in front of him doesn't look like a person with a story. Even if he has some kind of maturity and stability that a teenager of this age should not have, the immaturity on his face cannot be concealed no matter what.

Is Zhuyunfei a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student? Just as people absolutely refused to believe that the earth was round, Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang refused to believe this conclusion anyway.

Although he had already guessed their reaction, Zhou Lin still took out his mobile phone and pressed the launch button a little helplessly. To be a human being, you need to use your mobile phone number to prove your authenticity, and it is enough to fail.

Zhang Zhifang's mobile phone vibrate, he glanced at the caller ID, and his face became very exciting.

Gently pressing the connect button, Zhang Zhifang put his mobile phone in his hand and asked in a trembling voice: "Hey, Mr. Zhu." ”

Zhou Lin said to the mobile phone: "Editor Zhang, do you remember my voice?" ”

"It's really you!" Zhang Zhifang's hand shook and he almost dropped his phone.

Geng Yunhe also looked at Zhou Lin incredulously, his mind was blank, and he didn't remember a word of compliment that he had thought about when he saw Zhu Yunfei.

To be honest, even if I remember Geng Yunhe, I can't say it. Let him, a middle-aged man in his forties, say those compliments to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, even if he has always been thick-skinned, he can't do it.

Zhou Lin said with a smile: "I'm just flying the clouds, I should have met with the two of you a long time ago, but I've been busy with the college entrance examination recently and really haven't been available." I contacted both of you as soon as the exam was over yesterday, and I hope you don't blame me. ”

"You're a fresh graduate?" Geng Yunhe was even more surprised.

"It's too hot, why don't we find a cool place to talk slowly?" Zhou Lin didn't answer, but changed his words.

The place where Zhou Lin chose to meet was near the Mingdian Cafe, and a few minutes later they sat in the café blowing the air conditioner and drinking cold juice.

It was the beautiful girl who served this table, and when she saw Zhou Lin, she showed a fierce expression and glared fiercely.

Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang were both startled, secretly thinking that Zhou Lin and this girl might have some emotional entanglements.

A talented man and a beautiful woman, it is normal for something to happen to each other, after accepting the setting that Zhuyunfei is a teenager, both of them think so.

Zhou Lin was also inexplicable, and he didn't know where he provoked her.

Fortunately, the girl left quickly, and the three of them got down to business.

The first thing to talk about is "Mandarin Duck Knife", although Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang are still half-convinced that Zhou Lin is "chasing the clouds", but after chatting a few words and hearing one set of novel writing techniques after another from Zhou Lin's mouth, they completely believed it.

How do they know that in his previous life, Zhou Lin was best at all kinds of theories, talking about novels, film and television, and he could talk for three hours without repeating the same, but if you want to ask Zhou Lin what successful works he has, then I'm sorry.

In this life, with "Mandarin Duck Knife" as the foundation, even if what Zhou Lin said is unbelievable, Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang can only listen to it, not to mention that their thinking that has been behind for many years cannot digest Zhou Lin's ideas beyond the times, and they can only let out bursts of admiration, and it is even difficult to insert a sentence.

After Zhou Lin deconstructed from postmodernism to the class anxiety represented by nonsense, and then to the relative relationship between chivalry and martial arts in martial arts novels, Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang were completely confused.

Zhang Zhifang muttered: "Chase ...... Mr. Zhu, I didn't expect you to have such a profound opinion on martial arts novels, and after listening to your high-level comments, I really feel that all these years of editing have been in vain. ”

Geng Yunhe also said: "Mr. Zhu, I am really convinced by you now, no wonder you can write such a wonderful work as "Mandarin Duck Knife", it turns out that you have such a deep theoretical foundation. ”

They all said sincerely: "Mr. Zhu, please be sure to hand over "Liancheng Jue" to our magazine for publication, and the manuscript fee is easy to say!" ”

Zhou Lin smiled and said: "How vulgar it is to talk about money, I don't just write novels to make money, but also to promote a national spirit, a spirit of hard work, and a spirit that promotes people to forge ahead!" ”

It was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit even after he finished speaking.

Geng Yunhe and Zhang Zhifang changed their expressions and became sacred.

"Mr. Zhu, after listening to your words, I feel that my realm is too low!" Geng Yunhe said excitedly, "I, Geng Yunhe, have never admired anyone in my life, but Mr. Zhu's high demeanor, talent, demeanor, and character deeply impressed me." Mr. Zhu, I'll just say it directly, please save "Martial Arts Weekly", please save more than 40 people up and down the weekly, we are waiting for your "Liancheng Jue" to help! ”

Zhou Linxin said what's going on, "Martial Arts Weekly" seems to be selling well, why does it look like it's about to go bankrupt?