A week after the mid-term exam, Ji Cheng's class ushered in a routine adjustment in the middle of each semester, ranking students according to their grades within the range of their height.

Ji Cheng's class is not a top class, so her fiftieth rank has already been ranked in the top ten in the class, which is probably a reward for her rapid progress, and the head teacher also ranked her in the middle of the third row of the "special seat".

But Ji Cheng rejected this arrangement in his heart. Why? Sitting in that conspicuous position, how can you desert QWQ,It's easiest to be called up by the teacher to get back to the problem, okay?,Don't you see that she's actually thinking about the outline and plot when she goes to class every day!

And arranged for her tablemates......

Ji Cheng secretly glanced at the boy next to him who was meticulously doing the exercises with a straight face, and sighed silently.

The boy's name is Zhao Junyuan, in Ji Cheng's memory, he has been a top student for three years in junior high school, as for the high school did not go to the same school as him, I don't know his situation, but later after graduating from college, I heard someone mention it by chance, saying that he was admitted to Oxford, a corrupt country, in the second year of high school, and he is still studying for a doctorate in crime, guilt, and science.

At that time, Ji Cheng was sighing, Xueba, a creature that is really not understandable to mortals like me.

"Ji Cheng, look at this question." In the self-study class, Ji Cheng was in a daze, Zhao Junyuan poked her shoulder and pushed the math study book over.

"Baby won't!" Ji Cheng was thinking about the name of the long story, and he was interrupted coldly, and he didn't have a good airway.

Zhao Junyuan's hand maintained the posture of pushing the exercise book, staring at her quietly.

Ji Cheng was stared at with goosebumps, so he had to take the exercises and look at them.

After reading the question, Ji Cheng understood, no wonder the top student in this class couldn't solve it, this special thing is beyond the outline.

Seeing Zhao Jun's expression of not giving up on the Yellow River, Ji Cheng pursed his lips and took the draft book and wrote a formula: "No, you can solve it according to this." ”

Zhao Junyuan read the formula seriously, and then picked up the pen and calculated it on it, obviously it was a knowledge point that he had not learned, but he was right all of a sudden.

Ji Cheng: ━━∑( ̄□ ̄*|||━━ True scholars are really not people.

Zhao Junyuan calmly finished the problem on the exercise book, and then turned his head and asked Ji Cheng: "Why do you know this formula?" According to the second year of junior high school course that I have already completed, there is no such knowledge point in it, so this is at least the law of mathematics in the third year of junior high school. It's not uncommon for super-syllabic questions to appear in the workbook, but it's unusual for you to know so many. ”

The corners of Ji Cheng's mouth twitched: "Uh, my dad hired a tutor for me." ”

"The average governess will teach so much?" Zhao Junyuan's index finger and middle finger were brought together, and he helped the frame of his glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose.

I'm going to this iconic action, you're Detective Conan, you've seen too much, do you want to say "There is only one truth" again, boy!

Ji Cheng laughed dryly: "That teacher, the requirements are relatively high. ”

"Really?" Zhao Junyuan seemed to believe her panic for the time being, and turned his head to continue doing his homework.

Two seconds later, someone raised his head again: "By the way, Ji Cheng, don't always desert during class, it will affect your grades." ”

Ji Cheng: "......", how do you see that the old lady can't desert? And what's the matter with you? Whether the old lady is open or not, the desertion will not affect the grades, you bastard!

It's a good time on the weekend, Ji Cheng turned on the computer after returning home and finished eating, and logged in to the mailbox to see if there was a reply from the magazine.

The notification bar on the left showed a new email, and Ji Cheng hurriedly clicked on it.

"Congratulations on your manuscript for review, add my Q and Q numbers XXXXXXXX."

Ji Cheng hurriedly ran to download Xiao Qi and Goose, and entered the editor's deduction and deduction number to apply for adding friends. Luckily, the editor, Blue Star, also happens to be online.

[Orange is a little sour]: Editor, editor, I am the orange cheese that passed the preliminary review~~

[Blue Star Light Year]: Hello girl, I have read your manuscript, and it is very well written, which magazine did you work in before?

[Orange is a little sour] :(covering his face) In fact, the baby is a newcomer.

[Blue Star One Light Year]: Wait, is it really fake? You don't donkey me, this editor is sharp-eyed.

[Orange is a little sour]: I never submitted before this year, I don't lie to you :)

Ji Cheng silently thought while typing that she was not wrong, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she had indeed never been in contact with the magazine before 2002. Besides, you can't tell the other party that you were reborn, you can't be sure that you will be treated as a snake spirit disease by the editor.

[Blue Star Light Year]: The newcomer is good, do you want to sign a contract with our magazine, there is welfare protection [money] [money]

[Orange is a little sour]: But I don't have an adult QWQ

[Blue Star Light Year]: It doesn't matter, over 16 years old, parents can help sign it.

[Oranges are a little sour]: Then let me ask my family.

[Blue Star Light Year]: Okay, waiting for your reply. By the way, the manuscript will be ranked in the A version of the next month, and you will be sent the manuscript fee next month, do you want to □□ or send it by postal transfer? ”

[Orange is a little sour]: □□, I'll ask my family to get one for me first, and I'll send you the card number when the time comes.

[Blue Star Light Year]: Okay, by the way, you can write a manuscript for the "City of Angels" column, youth campus, be cheerful.

[Orange is a little sour]: No problem, boss! Got the boss!

After Q, Q, Ji Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and won the first battle, according to the manuscript fee of 400 words of "Angel Wings", her manuscript is 8,000 words, 320 yuan, although it is not as good as her future magazine manuscript of 1,000 yuan, but it is already a lot in this year.

As for the signing issue mentioned by the editor, Ji Cheng doesn't want to tell the other party that he is only eleven years old now, otherwise he feels that the effect will be very terrifying, so let's wait for a few more manuscripts and get acquainted with the editor.

Ji Cheng happily told his parents the news.

The Ji family's parents thought that their daughter was just playing casually, because they had promised her before, and her grades were indeed up to standard, so they agreed to let her use the computer, but they didn't expect that their daughter would actually "play" and pay for it. You must know that the monthly salary of Wang Shumei and Ji Cheng's father Ji Anguo is only about 2,000 at this time.

So after that, Ji Cheng became more and more unscrupulous when she used the computer at home, of course, every forty minutes after she finished typing, she would go out to the yard to rest her eyes for twenty minutes to prevent excessive fatigue and myopia.

Because he can write a manuscript in a weekend, in addition to "Angel Wings", Ji Cheng also began to submit articles to other magazines. Generally speaking, the average writer of each magazine can only submit a manuscript at most once a month. If they all vote for "Angel Wings", even if each article passes, it will be squeezed, and I don't know what year and month it will take to get published, not to mention the manuscript fee.

Ji Cheng wants to buy and buy now.

When the magazine that published her manuscript in "Angel Wings" came out, Ji Cheng also wrote the manuscript of the youth campus style that he had agreed with the editor of Blue Star, which also passed the review quickly and was ranked in the B edition in July. However, another manuscript submitted to a campus called "Wishing Bottle" was not so smooth, and Ji Cheng changed it twice before it passed the final review.

During the final exam, Ji Cheng repeated his old skills, and his grades were firmly ranked forty-first in his age.

Her parents didn't know that this was the result of her deliberately doing the wrong question, and they were happy that their daughter had improved by nine places, and took Ji Cheng to the restaurant on the night of the summer vacation.

"Mom, the baby wants to eat sweet potato shredding, cumin mutton, sweet and sour fish and wine-stuffed balls~~"

Wang Shumei pretended to be angry and glared at Ji Cheng: "How old are you and coquettish." ”

Ji Cheng took out the three hundred yuan manuscript fee he had just taken out from the bank: "But the baby is rich, and the baby invites you to dinner today." ”

Ji Anguo smiled and ordered according to Ji Chengbao's menu, and by the way, he added a plate of braised beef, a braised pork ribs and two large bottles of Sprite: "Come and invite us when you go to college, today is still my father's invitation, our family is orange, but it is really promising." ”

Ji Cheng smiled, inch by inch: "Dad, shall we order two more bottles of beer?" ”

Before Ji Anguo could reply, Wang Shumei vetoed it: "No, how old are you, just learn to drink as an adult." ”

Ji Cheng muttered dissatisfiedly: "Mom, didn't you think I was too big to be coquettish just now." ”

"Okay, okay, let her take a small bite." Ji Anguo said, "I'm happy today." ”

Wang Shumei had no choice but to give up, and looked at the father and daughter warningly: "I can only take a small bite." ”

The family of three ate and chatted happily, and the atmosphere was harmonious like a dream full of marshmallows.

There are not too many summer homework in the first year of junior high school, and mathematics and the like are easy to solve, that is, liberal arts things have to be copied and written, even if the knowledge is integrated, it is useless. However, Ji Cheng is all about practicing calligraphy, and writing for an hour or two a day is not so boring, especially when it seems to be a painstaking thing in the past, there is actually a lot of room to play now.

For example, this title - "How to solve worries, only-"

Ji Cheng wrote: "How to solve worries, only food"

The content of the essay is full of dishes and a thousand words are sprinkled with a thousand words, okay, it's more than the number of words.

Another example is the title -- "If I Are-"

Ji Cheng wrote like this: "If I were a superhero"

The content of the essay revolves around her becoming a codeword hero who saves the world, and it ends up being a short story of 3,000 words.

However, this is just the beginning, the more Ji Cheng writes, the more energetic he becomes, and he decided to extend the novel to the "Fairy Tale World" home, she checked on the Internet, and the other party's magazine is indeed accepting long stories, but for the sake of insurance, she still wrote a few short stories to the other party first, and then submitted a long story after the manuscript was mixed with the editor.

After writing the essay, Ji Cheng went out and wandered for two hours, and when he came back for lunch, he turned on the computer, and happened to see the new message from the editor of the blue star on the little penguin.

[Blue Star Lightyear]: Hey, Orange, are you interested in writing a long story? Our magazine has partnered with a publishing house.

[Orange is a little sour]: Write write write! If it passes, how will the manuscript fee be calculated? [saliva] [saliva]

[Blue Star One Light Year]: [鄙shì][鄙shì] Wait until you finish writing the first 30,000 words, if it is published, the manuscript fee will only be much more than before.

Ji Cheng closed the penguin with saliva and began to ponder: What should I write?