Tong Yan, who was typing at a speed of more than 80 words per minute, suddenly stopped typing.

Song Rao, who was looking very happily, said dissatisfiedly, "Hey, why did you stop, write!" ”

"Don't you notice it's a bit crowded here?" Tong Yan tilted his head with difficulty to express his dissatisfaction with Song Rao.

After being reminded by Tong Yan, Song Rao suddenly discovered that the two of them were so close to each other, and the distance between the two youthful and handsome faces was only five centimeters.

Song Rao touched the horse's tail in embarrassment, "What you wrote is quite interesting, is this a fairy tale?" ”

Tong Yan sweated, "Is what I wrote so naïve?" This is science fiction. ”

"Cats, Wang Xingren, well, it's reasonable to say that it's science fiction," Song Rao recalled the plot she had just watched with interest, "Why are you writing this?" ”

Since he stopped, Tong Yan simply said clearly, "This is a short story I wrote, and I plan to submit it to a magazine, which is to exchange for money, which is why I need to use this computer, and I surf the Internet all night for this." ”

"Huh? Is it really possible to make money? Song Rao's eyes widened, she knew that her father had earned 14 yuan and 5 cents by contributing to the newspaper when he was young, and this matter had been boasted by him for more than ten years, in Song Rao's opinion, people who can make money by writing things must be extraordinary people, at least they have to be more talented than their father, does this little boy in front of him have such great skills?

Tong Yan shook his head, "It's hard to say, whether it can be adopted or not depends on what the editor says, I have to do my best to input this novel into an electronic version, and if I don't hurry up, the deadline will be reached." ”

"Oh," Song Rao nodded, and under Tong Yan's gaze, she asked in hindsight, "Did I affect you?" ”

"It might be better if you stayed away from me, but I'd be stressed if you got too close to me." Tong Yan said frankly.

"But I want to read your novel, I think it's very interesting." Song Rao did not hide her thoughts.

"Really," Tong Yan's eyebrows fluttered after hearing this, "so my writing is not bad." Tong Yan, who had never written a short story before, was still a little unconfident, but the first reader had already given a good review, and Tong Yan relaxed a lot.

"Of course it's not bad, it's very good-looking!" Song Rao climbed the pole.

"Wait, I remember Teacher Song said, you don't seem to like to read much, right?" Tong Yan remembered that Lao Song had complained in front of him about his daughter's lack of learning and skills, and this didn't seem to be a master who could read the book.

Song Rao pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "You don't look at what books he forced me to read, what "The Count of Monte Cristo", "How Steel is Made" and "The Three Musketeers", I love to read ghosts!" ”

"Actually, these books you mentioned are all entry-level in Western literature, which can be regarded as easy-to-understand popular books, if Lao Song asks you to watch "Walden" and "One Hundred Years of Solitude", then you will have a headache."

"You've seen all of this?"

Tong Yan nodded.

"You're strong!" Song Rao gave a thumbs up, "No wonder what you write is so good." ”

Tong Yan smiled and nodded.

"Then I won't bother you," Song Rao looked at the time, it was already a little faster, it was estimated that her father should be coming soon, and she was embarrassed to mention playing games again, "But let's say it first, you must let me read it after you finish writing." ”

"It has to be certain," Tong Yan smiled, "I still have to count on your password." ”

"When I need it, you have to provide the key support."

Song Rao and Tong Yan made promises to each other and parted ways amicably, but Tong Yan still wanted to know Song Rao's birthday more, looking at the eyes she had just adored herself, maybe the next time she asked her, she would sue herself.

The speed of direct transcription is faster than writing while thinking, it is less than an hour, Tong Yan has already transcribed more than 3,000 words, and there is less than an hour before the afternoon class, and now there is no magnetic field interference from Song Rao on the side, the speed on Tong Yan's fingers is faster, and writing 6,000 words can also be spelled.

Although it is very hilarious, Tong Yan's fear has not stopped, he has been paying attention to the movement outside, one of the major features of the teacher's office is that it is not soundproof, not private, there is not even a curtain in a huge window, anyone passing by in the corridor can see the situation in the house clearly, so Tong Yan must always be distracted to listen to the movement outside, in order to make the fastest and most accurate remedy.

At half past one, students walked into the school building one after another, and the more diligent teachers came into the office to prepare for the afternoon class.

With Tong Yan's understanding of Lao Song, he is a punctual person, but not a diligent person, it is generally good to come ten minutes before class, recall the class schedule, 3 or 4 classes in the afternoon are Chinese, then it also means that the 1 or 2 classes of class 1 are Chinese, which is actually not conducive to him to lie.

Tong Yan always wanted to write for one more minute, write for one more minute, but when there was a knock on the office door, he regretted it, why didn't he finish it a minute earlier.

Fortunately, it was none other than Ye Qingzhu who knocked on the door.

Ye Qingzhu didn't expect that the person sitting in Teacher Song's room was Tong Yan, and she saw that there was a little half-pulled head shaking behind the computer, so she knocked on the door.

Sure enough, it was a girl who followed "silence is golden", even in this case, Ye Qingzhu still didn't take the initiative to ask Tong Yan what he was doing.

Tong Yan saved the manuscript, exited QQ, turned off the computer, and pretended to be calm, "Ye Qingzhu, you are here to get the textbook for Teacher Song, give it to you." Tong Yan handed the textbook of Lao Song on the table to Ye Qingzhu.

After Ye Qingzhu took it, she didn't move, Tong Yan knew that this kind of thing didn't satisfy her curiosity, how could she give up, women, there was no gossip.

"Actually, I, I was ...... just now"

"Do you have a QQ number?" Ye Qingzhu interrupted Tong Yan and asked.

"What?" Tong Yan thought he had misheard.

"I saw that you were playing with the computer just now, you should have a QQ number, this is what Nini asked me a few days ago." Ye Qingzhu moved out of Tian Xiaoni, and did not give Tong Yan a chance to misunderstand.

After getting Tong Yan's Q number, Ye Qingzhu left, and did not dwell on what Tong Yan was doing with Lao Song's computer, such a girl was really worry-free.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Tong Yan put on his notebook and quietly slipped away.

Although this noon is more thrilling, always be careful to watch out for someone outside to discover their illegal actions, but the effect is still good, nearly 6,000 words, about a quarter of the content of the entire novel.

The most important thing is that this experience provided Tong Yan with a third way to code words in addition to Internet cafes and computer rooms, almost every time Lao Song was absent at noon, he could go to the office to code words, and even, even, Tong Yan carefully plopped and jumped a few times, is it possible to try it when he is studying at night?