After a hasty bite of lunch, Lu Yunfeng did not go back to the house to sleep as before. Instead, he set off in full gear and went to the major high schools in Pingjing to inspect it, including the Pingjing Experimental School that Zhang Xiaomei said.

However, all those who can be rated as "experimental schools" are some schools with older qualifications. So this school is no exception, it looks like an antique from the outside. Even though it's mid-July, there are still some rocket classes working overtime. Although it claims to be an intensive training class, Lu Yunfeng, who has already experienced compulsory teaching affairs, naturally knows that it is just an excuse used by the school to prevaricate.

In this way, it can be seen that there is no difference between education and the original in this world, the students are just young, but the schoolbags on their backs are heavy enough to crush a mouse to death. If she went to school like this, then Li Jiayao would not feel happy.

Let's go! Go and choose a school that is more suitable for her!

Lu Yunfeng turned around and left, continued to wander around the high school education area, and sure enough, he saw a high school that satisfied him. The library, gymnasium and cafeteria are all designed in a style that makes you stand out from afar.

Just when Lu Yunfeng stopped to look, the old man in the newsstand next to him suddenly poked his head out and accosted: "This 'Sofinci High School' is good, but we ordinary people can only look at it." ”

"Sophinch High School? Why is this high school name so strange? Lu Yunfeng asked curiously: "That Sofinch, is it a person?" ”

As he expected, the school was named after people. And Sofinci is the music giant of this world, similar to the Beethoven of Lu Yunfeng's world. That is, this is not an ordinary high school, but a music school.

"It's weird, it's said that the principal is an Austrian, but he speaks Chinese very well. I'm selling newspapers here, and I can always hear the sounds of various musical instruments coming from inside, which is really fascinating. The old man said fascinatedly, his eyes instantly brightened.

"In other words, this is a place to teach music? Can ordinary students enter? ”

"It is said that it is for the enrollment of junior high school graduates from all over the country, but as far as I know, it would be nice to have one out of 100 people who can enter to study here. Not only that, but the tuition fees here are also quite expensive. The admission fee will probably cost 300,000 yuan, and if you are not an aristocrat, you don't have to think about it. The old man who sold the newspaper shook his head at Lu Yunfeng, indeed, looking at his dress, he didn't look like he was rich.

But in this conversation, Lu Yunfeng was about to move. It should be a pleasure to be able to study in an environment where students around you are relatively good and have music to accompany you, right? And from the sidelines, these students who went to Sofinci to participate in the summer interest class were all wearing brown and gold-rimmed uniforms, and their little skirts were very good-looking. Even Lu Yunfeng, an old fritter who has graduated from high school on campus for a long time, is a little eager to study inside.

300,000 is actually only 100,000 more expensive than Pingjing Experimental School. Anyway, you have to pay a sum of money, it doesn't matter how much!

Thinking about it, Lu Yunfeng walked to the admissions office of Sofinch High School and took an enrollment brochure.

There is less than a month left before the fall enrollment of the new class of students. Lu Yunfeng suddenly felt that Alexander had been busy enough for a while.

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On the way home, it was the stars and the moon again.

Although such days are very hard, Lu Yunfeng feels very fulfilling.

When I entered the house, the lights were turned off. Li Jiayao's breathing sound came through the hidden door, and Lu Yunfeng instantly felt a burst of peace in his heart.

Back in his room, he pored over the Sofincie High School admissions brochure.

The exam is divided into a preliminary examination and a re-examination, the content of the preliminary examination is singing or musical instruments, and the content of the second examination is to compose a piece on the spot according to the examination questions of the day.

"Writing music after graduating from junior high school?" Lu Yunfeng was dumbfounded, so he could understand that the old man who sold newspapers said that the enrollment of Sofincie High School was one in a hundred.

But fortunately, he has a lot of resources from his previous life to use, and it shouldn't be a problem to prepare more in terms of composition. Then he settled down and continued to look down, and saw the column of tuition fees. In addition to the entrance fee of 300,000 yuan, the annual tuition fee is still 200,000 yuan, and it does not include the money for musical instruments, books and school uniforms.

In the long run, this money may not be a problem. It can be compressed to less than a month, which is a big problem. Writing online articles and participating in draft competitions are both slow work, not to mention that the salary of online articles is still monthly. With the money from the tip, he couldn't make up enough for Sofinch High School. But if Li Jiayao is delayed for a year, it seems that it is unreasonable.

After thinking about it, Lu Yunfeng clicked on the interface of the starting point Chinese network and clicked on the pages of the book "Breaking the Sky" that he was serializing.

After yesterday's interruption, Lu Yunfeng no longer dared to slack off. In order to thank him for his sincerity, he used ten watches today to compensate for the lack of waiting for readers. In this way, the voice of complaining in the book review area has gradually weakened, and the recommendation votes and rewards have ushered in a small climax. Lu Yunfeng flipped through the list of new books by newcomer authors, and "Breaking the Sky" was unstoppable as a pink seedling, and once rushed to the top ten.

Such an achievement will definitely make the editor look at it differently, right?

With such a mentality, Lu Yunfeng clicked on the OO chat software, and saw that HONEY's avatar was still showing the online status, and Lu Yunfeng calmly clicked on the dialog box. Seeing that HONEY's mood was written "Don't ask for recommendations, don't ask if you have something to say", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He used to be cautious when talking to editors, but now he doesn't have to be afraid.

"Hello editor, I'm leisurely dusty, and I want to discuss with you about the novel's release."

I DON'T KNOW IF I WAS STUNNED WHEN I SAW LU YUNFENG'S WORDS OR WHAT, HONEY DIDN'T REPLY FIVE MINUTES LATER.

"Of course, your novel will definitely be on the shelves."

Obviously, HONEY didn't mean to get to Lu Yunfeng, so he emphasized it and said, "What I want to discuss with you is to get the novel on the shelves as soon as possible." If I can, I hope it will be within a week. ”

"Within a week?! But your novel has only reached 60,000 words! "HONEY WAS CLEARLY STUNNED." I know your novels are doing well, but we have a rule here that only books over 200,000 can be put on the shelves. ”

Lu Yunfeng had already guessed these words, he glanced at the first volume of "Breaking the Sky", which had been filmed by Li Jiayao, and said fearlessly: "I have a manuscript here, which can be quickly updated to 200,000 words within a week, is this okay?" ”

"Dear, it's not a question of whether you can do it, you can update it to 200,000, but the new book period is the most important time to accumulate popularity, are you sure you want to give up?"

Lu Yunfeng paused for a moment, but still said resolutely: "Yes, I just want to put it on the shelves as soon as possible." ”

Although he also admitted what HONEY said, if it broke out instantly, it would greatly affect the performance of the novel, and even whether it would achieve the original effect of "Breaking the Sky". But Lu Yunfeng had no choice other than that.

IT TOOK A LONG TIME FOR HONEY TO REPLY WITH A COLD MESSAGE. "I'm sorry, I don't agree."

Then, the chat box dimmed and never lit up again.