Feng Jinghua was petrified for nearly ten seconds, and then quickly shook his head and shook Han Cheng's hand off his head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it was a mature man who touched her head and killed her, maybe she would blush and heartbeat the fawn and bump into it, but it's a pity...... If you were touched and killed by a little boy who could be your son, what would be your first reaction? Say don't make a fuss? Or teasing him with a smile and starting to flirt with his sister at a young age?

However, no matter what, you can't blush and be shy, at most it's narcissistic, hey~ Sister's charm can't even resist the little pot friend, and then leave this matter behind.

At this time, Feng Jing's heart was not charming and cowardly, but full of thoughts, why was my first head touching kill taken away by a child in the second year of junior high school?! It's not scientific!

"Han Cheng, let me tell you, don't touch a girl's head like this in the future, she doesn't grow tall!" Feng Jing wanted to say that it would cause misunderstanding, but when the words came to her lips, she turned a corner, in her impression, Han Cheng is not a person who will change his behavior for fear of causing misunderstanding, and it is also easy to cause children's rebellious psychology of "don't let me touch, I want to touch".

"Anyway, no matter how you are, you can't be taller than me, so what's there to worry about." Han Cheng shrugged indifferently, he was also a little strange at this time why he couldn't help but touch Feng Jing's head just now.

"Of course I don't need to be above you, I just need to be average."

"You're not short, of course you can be average."

"Hmmm! So you can't touch my head casually, otherwise it's your pot if you don't grow tall, and you have to be responsible for finding me a boyfriend, otherwise I'll sue Aunt Xinran. ”

"I know how to sue adults, and I have a good time."

……

As soon as he walked into the gate of the community, Feng Jing was stopped by the uncle of the community doorman, "Feng Jing, there is your package." ”

Feng Jing is not familiar with the doorman's uncle, but her own Ms. Peng has a friendship with every staff member in the community up to the senior management of the community, down to the cleaning aunt of the community, not to mention the doorman's uncle, Ms. Peng greets people every time she goes in and out of the door, and sometimes buys some snacks and fruits or something to share and share, and over time she becomes familiar with it.

Feng Jing followed the voice of the doorman uncle and looked at the community guard booth. On a small table by the glass window were several tightly wrapped packages, judging by their size, they were undoubtedly magazines.

Feng Jing's eyes lit up, the calculation date was already the beginning of August, and most of the monthly romance magazines were published on the first day, so it was ...... at this time Is the sample published?

Feng Jing ran into the guard booth with some excitement and counted it, exactly eight, and I don't know if it was all agreed with those magazines.

The distance from the gate of the community to the home is only two minutes at most, but the scenery is still a little unbearable.

"Han Cheng, you can help me get it." Feng Jing politely handed the other seven packages to Han Cheng, and then carefully unpacked the packages.

Inside the package is a very simple sample issue, a letter.

opened the letter, and after the polite words, he proposed that Feng Jing did not provide a phone number or that the QQ number was not easy to contact, and attached his phone number and QQ in the hope that Feng Jing could contact him, and at the end he also explained what was issued a month after the manuscript fee.

"Is this a submission?" Han Cheng asked.

"Hmmm! But keep it secret, otherwise Xiaowan will ask me to write a novel for her every day, and she is a big fan of romance novels. ”

"Angel", "Youth", "Colorful Sunshine"...... These are all very famous magazines, how many votes are there? "Han Cheng used to have girls in the class to write novels and submit them to magazines, and they had to write a lot of novels every month, and occasionally they could win one or two times, although they were all magazines with a small circulation, but after all, they were written in the border city of the novel, which was still quite eye-catching in the student group, and she had to show off every time she published a sample magazine, so that the whole grade knew that there was such a talented girl.

However, she is much inferior to Feng Jingyi, and eight first-line romance magazines have been drafted at the same time, even if N votes for eight, it is also very strong.

"You have to hit eight out of eight! Sister is a legend! Feng Jing showed off.

"The manuscript fee has come down, and I want to treat you! Sister Legend. ”

"No problem, campus supermarket, you and Xiaowan have a bottle of wohaha, huh...... You have two bottles, don't say that my sister doesn't take care of you! Feng Jing gave Han Cheng a look of "let you take advantage".

Han Cheng had a black line on his face.

After eating at noon, Fengjing couldn't wait to open all the packages, the things inside were almost the same, and the content of the letters was similar, and they all left phone numbers and QQ, which were probably all out of a template.

At this time, the mobile phone is still relatively backward,It's all button-type rather than touch-screen type,There are even a large number of people's mobile phones are blue screen and black letters,The mobile phone comes with a game with only a simple version of the snake and a backward version that doesn't even have a QQ。

In the impression of Fengjing, it seems that touch screen mobile phones will begin to become popular all over the country in a few years, and push-button mobile phones have directly become history, at most they are used by the elderly whose fingers are not very flexible.

At this time, Feng Jing, as a student, naturally did not have a mobile phone, and did not purchase a computer at home. It was inconvenient to write a novel or contact an editor, but she didn't immediately think about buying a computer or something. At this time, many parents are hostile to computers, believing that computers are the source of evil to seduce their children's depravity, and as long as their children's grades regress and fall behind, 200% of them will be blamed by computers.

She planned to live alone outside the school when she was admitted to Jiangsheng High School, a well-known high school in the province, a year later, and it was certainly not suitable for her to ask her family to buy a computer, lest Ms. Peng feel that she did not have enough self-control and disagreed.

So it's not in a hurry to contact the editor, anyway, she only plans to make enough principal to speculate in stocks and stop writing. Writing your own novel is as hard as digging your brain? Reading novels is as enjoyable as eating the author's brains, and she is still more inclined to eat brains.

According to the previous calculations, her salary this time will be more than 3,000, which is already worth a month's salary of some ordinary office workers, or even more.

If it weren't for the novels she once read, she could only remember vague impressions and some subtle small plots, she would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to make a fortune.

If you know that you have a chance to be reborn, you must remember a lottery number, and then use your life savings to buy lottery tickets, and finally sit at home and get money to paste the wall, then it can be called a tyrant-like day!

Wait a minute!

Lottery ticket!

She remembers that it seems that in the third year of junior high school, when her father picked her up from school on her birthday to go to the restaurant for dinner, she passed by a lottery shop and bought a number with her date of birth, and won a third prize, with 3,000 yuan, and her father also said that she was a lucky star, and she could earn some extra income for the family on her birthday.

It's a pity that it didn't take long for a series of follow-up events to happen that caused her to drop out of school, and her life took a big turn from then on, and Fuxing became a broom star.

It may be that the memory behind her is too deep, so that she can't remember that there is such a big surprise as a lottery hidden in the depths of her memory after being reborn for so long.

She remembered that the last digit of the seven digits in the lottery ticket that her father bought was not 08 but 11, and at that time she was very adamant that her father must have misremembered her birth time or something. Affected by the TV series, he insisted that he was the legendary son of destiny, and his date of birth was remembered even by God.

Oh, my God!

Once again, I encountered something that most people would like to do – memorize a ticket number that hasn't been drawn yet and wait for the jackpot to hit your head!

Feng Jing was so excited that he couldn't sleep at noon, took out a new diary with a lock from the drawer, and wrote the magic number.

Then, wait quietly for the moment to witness the miracle.

It's just a bit of a long wait, more than a year! What if I'm busy preparing for the exam and forget it? That's millions! The average working family can't make that much money in their lifetime! If you put it in the bank, you can live a peaceful and stable life just by eating interest, and the principal can be left to future generations......

Have you ever fantasized about how you would spend your 5 million? It's similar to students worrying about whether they should go to Tsinghua University or Peking University in the future, purely relying on their brains.

At this time, Feng Jing was already so excited that she couldn't close her eyes, and there was still nearly a year before her birthday, which was really difficult!