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There may be a quick way, but Chen Ziluo knows that he is by no means the kind of lucky person who is favored by God, and he can gain a lot with a little effort, and sometimes it is not pies that fall from the sky, but bricks, which will kill people.

Therefore, Chen Ziluo never pinned his hopes on external things, and he did not have the slightest interest in things that did not belong to him, and used his own hands to fight and struggle, only in this way can the things he get truly belong to him.

The mountains will fall, the water will flow, and you can never fall by yourself. This is one of Chen Ziluo's several mottos.

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After the four short stories were written, Chen Ziluo's burden in his heart was finally relaxed a little, and the next morning, he had to get up about half an hour earlier than usual, because today he had to do one thing - submission.

Because the distance between the post office and his home is not too close, it takes about half an hour to go back and forth, and when he got up early in the morning, Chen Ziluo rushed to the post office, and after sending the manuscript, he could still go home for breakfast.

For the submitted magazines, Chen Ziluo finally decided on "Science Fiction World" and "Ancient Legends" after careful consideration, and the current two magazines can be said to be in one of the best positions in their respective fields of science fiction and martial arts.

And the most important point is that these two magazines also give the most manuscript fees.

The manuscript fee given by "Science Fiction World" is 200 to 300 per thousand words, and "Legend of the Ancient Times" is not much different, and if the response is good, it is possible to raise the price with them in the future.

This is the most noteworthy thing about Chen Ziluo.

If these four manuscripts can be included, he can have a salary of seven or eight thousand yuan, and he can finally say that he has the initial start-up capital for some small projects, and as for the tuition fees of the university, he will not have to worry about it.

After Chen Ziluo, who sent the manuscript, returned home, he was in a very happy mood, and he ate an extra bowl of breakfast than usual.

For these manuscripts, he is quite confident, after all, it is also a masterpiece of Liu Cixin and Xiaolin! Although he only uses their stories, Chen Ziluo believes that his writing techniques and storytelling methods are by no means much worse than theirs.

In the next few days, Chen Ziluo was waiting for the magazine's reply with a worried heart.

It's just that the daily routine has not changed, and the pace of revision has also accelerated, and the college entrance examination is less than a month away, not only the students are becoming more and more nervous, but even the teachers of various subjects have become busier.

Since the last monthly exam, Chen Ziluo's results have finally not changed much, maintaining around 6340 points, Chen Ziluo knows that this is probably the limit of what he can do in the past few months, and if he wants to improve, I am afraid it will be a little unrealistic.

You have to eat one bite at a time, Ruth has to go step by step, there is no way to do it overnight, it can only be said that there are very few, and Chen Ziluo is only because of the memory of more than ten years in later generations, and the results can make a big leap in just a few months.

This morning, Chen Ziluo had just come home from a few laps of running, and he saw his mother sitting on a chair in the living room looking at him with a strange expression.

A little happy, a little snickering, and a little skeptical.

Mother's gaze made Chen Ziluo a little uncomfortable eating, and pulled two mouthfuls of porridge, and finally he couldn't help it, and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you today, did you encounter something happy?" ”

"Hey, I'm really happy, just now when you went out for a run, I received a phone call, saying that he is the editor of a science fiction world magazine, and told me that your two articles have been reviewed and accepted, and you will be paid after they are published next month."

Mom wiped her hand on her apron, with a smile on her face, and said, "I just wondered, when did our family have a writer, did you make a mistake over there." I asked him again, and he said yes! After talking to him for a while, I found out what the author's name was Luo Qing. ”

The more my mother talked, the more excited she became, and then said: "Our family has a Luo character in your name, and your father and I don't have any writing skills, so I thought, this Luo Qing should be you, right?" ”

The old mother muttered a lot, and Chen Ziluo realized that it was the Science Fiction World Magazine that responded to the two manuscripts he had submitted.

Because he doesn't have a mobile phone in his hand now, he filled in the landline number at home when he submitted, and then his mother knew about it.

"That's right, Mom, that Luo Qing is me." Looking at his mother's expectant expression, Chen Ziluo said with a smile.

"Oh, son, it's really you!" Hearing this, my mother clapped her hands happily, and then said angrily: "I said, why don't you use your real name, you bastard, your wife has been talking nonsense with that editor for a long time." ”

Chen Ziluo scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't this a pen name for writers!" I'll just get up with it. ”

"Luo Qing, Luo Qing, this pen name is not bad, I didn't expect it, my son has really become a writer." Mom muttered twice, then smirked.

"Mom, what kind of writer am I, didn't I just submit two articles to the magazine, there are many like me."

"Don't be modest, no matter what, it's kind of a match for literature." As the old mother spoke, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "But Luo Luo, although writing is a good thing, and your father and I will not interfere with you, you must know that you must not delay your study because of this." ”

"Mom, I know it, don't worry, I won't delay my studies." Chen Ziluo promised with a smile.

"That's good." Mom smiled and looked at him and walked away.

Lowering his head, he ate a bowl of porridge with pickles, Chen Ziluo hurriedly put on his schoolbag and shouted to his mother: "Mom, I'm leaving!" He hurried out of the house and ran to school.

"You kid, you can't run just after eating, slow down." Mom walked to the door and shouted with concern.

"Got it!" Chen Ziluo didn't look back, answered with his back on his back, and continued to walk in the direction of the school.

Shaking his head, a happy smile appeared on his mother's face.

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Chen Ziluo was very happy, walking on the road, the slightly hot summer breeze felt like a spring breeze in his face.

After learning from his mother that his manuscript had been included in the Science Fiction World Magazine, Chen Ziluo was completely relieved, and he knew that he had finally successfully taken the first step on his path from today.

And with this step, the road ahead will be much better.

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