Zhou Lin returned to school as if nothing happened, Ren Feifei sat on the podium and explained to the students the questions she didn't understand, occasionally peeking at him, and found that he sometimes buried himself in the questions and sometimes bit his ears with Xu Yunyue, and somehow felt a little jealous in his heart.

The desk calendar turned another page, and the results of the mock exam came down.

The list is posted at the door, and the predicted admission line is marked with different colors.

Red is the key, green is ordinary, black is the junior college, and it is clear at a glance what grade of school each person's results can be admitted to.

Zhou Lin's results in the first two mock exams were all at the bottom of the black, and he belonged to the marginal characters who worked hard to be admitted to the junior college, and fell into the ranks of repeaters if they didn't work hard.

As soon as he walked into the classroom today, he heard Li Yuan shouting.

"Your kid did well in the exam this time, did you study at home until midnight every day?"

Zhou Lin was stunned for a moment before he found the list at the door, squinted his eyes and swept it, and soon found his name on the top of the black.

127 in Chinese, 139 in English, 32 in Mathematics, and 97 in Literature, with a total score of 395. It was about the same as the final score of the college entrance examination in his previous life.

The results of Chinese and English are like this, and they can't improve much, but there is still a chance to increase their scores in mathematics and literature.

If the final admission score is the same as in the previous life, there is a ninety percent chance of being admitted to Matsue University.

Thinking about it, he was relieved.

After taking it easy and looking at Xu Yunyue's results, Zhou Lin smiled.

109 in Chinese, 112 in English, 99 in Mathematics, and 103 in Literature, with a total score of 423. This score is located in the lower middle of the green range, and it is easy to get into Songjiang University.

As long as Xu Yunyue can maintain this grade and work hard, the four years of college are really worth looking forward to.

In their previous lives, the two were also college classmates, they fell in love and separated, and the ending of the breakup was destined not to be a happy memory.

Do it all over again in this life, Zhou Lin believes that he can give Xu Yunyue a different life.

……

Wang Baokang clicked on an email and pressed the timer at the same time.

Two minutes later, the timer "Didi" sounded, and he immediately turned off the mail.

Two minutes, which is the minimum requirement for editors. No matter how badly written a submission is, the review editor needs to read it for at least two minutes.

This is to avoid editors who do not work seriously and miss good manuscripts, but do not consider the quality of most of the submissions, sometimes reading a bad story is more disgusting than eating a rotten watermelon, Wang Baokang feels that the main reason for his recent physical discomfort is that he has read too many bad stories.

Fortunately, the morning's work was about to end, Wang Baokang took a sip of tea, cheered up and clicked on the next email.

The name of the story made him unable to lift his spirits, what the hell is the name of "Country Teacher", we are "Science Fiction Literature" magazine, not an education newspaper!

While sneering, Wang Baokang pressed the timer and looked at it line by line.

He knew that this last lesson was going to be taught in advance. Another sharp pain hit his liver, almost knocking him out. He didn't have the strength to get out of bed, so he moved closer to the window next to the bed with difficulty......"

The editors have the ability to see the structure of the story and the direction of the plot in a matter of seconds, and then taste the charm hidden in the text when needed.

Wang Baokang is a personal leader, he can read hundreds of words a minute and skim thousands of words. One minute is enough to judge most bad stories, and the remaining minute is generally used to calm the feeling of nausea and vomiting.

This time he slowed down after only a few seconds of watching it, and thought the story was interesting.

To be honest, he hadn't found anything related to science fiction after reading a thousand words, but the cold and cold smell of the words sent chills down his spine.

The calm narrative comes from the cold pen, objective, calm, and under the coldness of facing death, there is an unparalleled compassion.

**, the elephant is invisible, and the great love is traceless...... I don't know why, such a sentence came out of Wang Baokang's head.

"Dididi, Dididi!" The two minutes were fast coming, and the timer screamed desperately, but was slapped by Wang Baokang.

He kept looking and watching and watching, and saw the end.

"The sun peeks out from behind the mountain, casting a touch of golden light into the still-sleeping mountain village, and in the valley meadows still in shadow, the dew shimmers, and one or two timid birdsongs can be heard.

The babies walked along the path towards the village, and the small figures quickly disappeared into the pale blue morning mist of the valley.

They will live to reap the hope of a meager but real hope in this ancient and barren land......"

At half past eleven, when the magazine's lunch break arrived, a colleague came to greet Wang Baokang to dinner, but found that his face was full of tears.

"What's wrong with you, Wang, are you not feeling well?" the colleague was startled.

"A little cold...... Wang Baokang took a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, refusing to admit that his tears were moved by the story.

"If you're not feeling well, just take a leave, you don't have to work so hard. A colleague kindly persuaded.

"I'm fine...... You guys go eat first, and I'll just take a break. Wang Baokang said busily.

When his colleagues left, Wang Baokang took a long breath.

He finished reading the story of "The Country Teacher" in one go, and he was still immersed in the situation constructed by the story and couldn't break free.

The universe is big, and human beings are small.

The tragedy of the personal fate of rural teachers and the luck of the common fate of mankind.

Various elements are crocheted into a strange story against the backdrop of the universe: an ill-fated village teacher dies quietly, but the students he teaches pass the alien civilization process dù test to save the earth from the destruction of the earth.

No one knows the greatness of the village teacher, and no one pays attention to his love, hatred, sorrow and joy, and he is as humble as a speck of dust on the earth from birth to death.

Such an insignificant speck of dust gives mankind hope to continue to exist.

Wang Baokang watched it again and cried again.

The idea is so brilliant, the story is so cold, and the author is amazing!

He couldn't help but look at the author's name, flying from cloud to cloud, looking at the brushstrokes and words like a writer who has been famous for a long time, but looking at the name is very unfamiliar, it seems to be just a newcomer.

"I'll hand it over to the editor-in-chief this afternoon, and I don't know if I can catch it in time for the June issue!" Wang Baokang hurriedly opened the computer file and wrote the reason for the recommendation.

Almost at the same moment, in a building in the deep city thousands of kilometers away from the "Science Fiction Literature" magazine, there was a burst of laughter in the "Martial Arts Weekly" magazine.

"The benevolent are invincible, hahaha is so interesting. This story of "Mandarin Duck Knife" is good, you all come and take a look*******!"