Monday.

Campus Editorial Building.

A spacious conference room with a dozen people sitting around an oval conference table.

Sitting at the front is an old man in a black suit, over half a hundred years old, who is the general person in charge of the school magazine department of the campus editorial department, Director Sun Qingshan!

"You're all here, so let's get started! Mr. Cui, first of all, you can inform you about the readers' popularity index of each section last week. Sun Qingshan said.

A young teacher wearing glasses quickly stood up, picked up the materials in front of him, and helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Then I will first report the popularity index of each section for your reference."

At the end of each issue of the newsletter is a reader survey that students who subscribe to the newsletter can fill out and drop into the mailbox under the editorial building.

The reader feedback group led by Mr. Cui then used a certain technical method to list and analyze the information in these tables, and then counted them, and finally calculated the so-called reader popularity index.

This popularity index is not only related to the face of the editors-in-chief of each section, but also related to the bonus income of the editors-in-chief.

The editors-in-chief of the six sections looked at Mr. Cui who stood up, with different expressions on their faces.

Li Shiwen, the editor-in-chief of the novel section, has a calm face, as a novel section, the popularity index has always been the first, and it is reasonable that he has no expression for this thunderous result.

The editor-in-chief of the ancient poetry section is a female teacher, and her eyes are also very indifferent.

On the contrary, Zhou Shan in the modern poetry section and Zhang Hongguang in the prose section seemed a little nervous, and the two sections they were responsible for belonged to the kind of storage zài that went up and down.

If the works published in the section are good, the index will also rise a lot.

As for Lin Ziming, who is in myths and legends, he is sitting there nervously, he knows that every time it is his myths and legends section, ranking last, there is no doubt about it!

"In the fiction section, the reader's popularity index was 8.32 last week!

In the prose section, the reader's popularity index was 6.50 last week!

In the drama section, the readers' popularity index was 4.33 last week!

In the ancient poetry section, the reader's popularity index was 6.60 last week!

In the Modern Poetry section, last week's readers' popularity index was 5.30! ”

"Hahaha, Teacher Shangguan, your drama index has increased a lot, and this time Teacher Lin's myths and legends are even more difficult to catch up!"

Zhang Hongguang stretched his neck, smiled and said with a pimple face.

He is clearly very happy that his prose section index has risen to 6.50 from 5.35 last week and is currently in third place.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang is laughing and laughing, the index of 4.33 is not passing at all, and the drama is still not good!"

"It's okay, Teacher Shangguan, isn't there still Teacher Lin, it's good that the index of myths and legends can be on 2 this time!"

Zhou Shan, who was in charge of modern poetry, found that his index had fallen a little, and he was faintly sullen in his heart, so he followed up and ridiculed Lin Ziming twice.

Lin Ziming looked depressed.

Aren't these people jealous that I was promoted to a third-level writer with a copy of "The Legend of Yue Shen", as for such a-for-tat!

Damn the myths and legends section, if not, I'll quit this role!

"That, teachers, don't worry, I haven't finished reporting yet!"

The young teacher Cui continued: "In the myths and legends section, the reader's popularity index was 6.99 last week! ”

"What, 6.99? Mr. Cui, you are not mistaken! ”

"How is it possible, 6.99, directly reach 7, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Teacher Cui, are you mistaken?"

……

As soon as the index of myths and legends came out, the entire conference room exploded, and no one believed in this result.

Even Sun Qingshan looked at the young Teacher Cui with a suspicious expression, as if asking what was going on!

Mr. Cui lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and replied, "I was also afraid that something would go wrong, so I didn't use the means of sampling survey, but carefully wrote down the number of each table, and counted it three times in a row, and the index of 6.99 will definitely not be wrong!"

As soon as Mr. Cui's words ended, the conference room, which was still messy just now, directly became silent.

Teacher Shangguan Jun's pen cap fell to the floor with a "dang bang", but he remained motionless as if he had lost his soul, staring at Teacher Cui tightly.

Is this incredible? No, this TM is utter madness!

A myth and legend section that hangs at the bottom every week, a myth and legend section with an index of no more than 3, suddenly became 7.

It's completely unimaginable!

In fact.

There is nothing strange about this qiē, as a myth and legend, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is definitely the kind of work that is more interesting and interesting the more you look at it, and the more you taste, the more you have content, and students will read it for a week, plus the discussion and analysis on BBS, you will naturally find that the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" is extraordinary.

If it weren't for the low popularity of myths and legends, I am afraid that it would not have been known to win the first place.

Lin Ziming's face was filled with an excited smile, and he was now more sure that Ye Bufan, the author of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", was a rare talent, at least in the creation of myths and legends.

"Okay, let's stop for a moment, and I'll announce the work of the school magazine department this week......

Sun Qingshan gently patted the conference table and continued the meeting.

……

Ye Bufan ate breakfast, looked at the time, there was still an hour before class, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call to his cousin Zhao Xinxin.

Hanging up Zhao Xinxin's phone, Ye Bufan glanced at the first year of high school teaching building and walked over.

Coming to the door of the classroom of the first (3) class of high school, Ye Bufan shook Zhao Xinxin with his mobile phone.

Zhao Xinxin hurriedly walked out of the classroom, came to Ye Bufan, and said directly: "Cousin, let's go, I'll take you to our club office, and Sister Ruomei will personally assess you when the time comes." ”

Ye Bufan smiled: "Although my cousin is leading the way, I am fully prepared." ”

The campus editorial office has an editorial building, and the student-organized clubs are not so well treated.

The ancient poetry club led by Liu Ruomei can have a separate office, which is already a very good treatment, like Feng Xuedong's novelist club, printing and distributing magazines have to rent the editorial office.

followed Zhao Xinxin to the workshop, and Ye Bufan was directly there.

More than a dozen beautiful beauties, or long skirts and knees, or socks to show off their legs, graceful, youthful and lively, standing in the office, like a group of beautiful stars.

It's just dazzling!

High school students in this world seem to be much more open, perhaps because of the development of literature.

It seems that I have come to the right place, and I must join your club.

Ye Bufan thought secretly.

"Well, another one who wants to join our ancient poetry and literature club is really ignorant and meaningless!"

"What's the matter, hey, he looks pretty good, but I don't know if he has talent!"

"Cut, not as handsome as my cousin Zhou Qiuming!"

"Xinxin brings, maybe there is material!"

When the women saw Ye Bufan next to Zhao Xinxin, they commented unscrupulously.

Zhao Xinxin had mentioned that he wanted to bring a boy to join the club before, so they knew Ye Bufan's intention.

"Eh,It seems that my brother is the focus everywhere.,By the way.,What about your president.,The legendary school flower is like a beautiful goddess.,I'm going to participate in the assessment!"

Ye Bufan turned his head to look at Zhao Xinxin, smiled, and asked a little impatiently.

"I've already told Sister Ruomei, she will come over soon, cousin, don't be too confident, Sister Ruomei's assessment is not very good!"

"It's not good, isn't the assessment a poem?"

"Of course it's poetry, we are an ancient poetry society!"

"That's it!"

……

After waiting for less than two minutes, Liu Ruomei really walked into the office from outside the door.

Dressed in a plain white floor-length skirt, with a long cigarette and purple silk on her arms, a thin waist, and a few strands of hair hanging down her shoulders mischievously, the skin that can be broken by the snaps of her fingers is lined with whiter, and the face is not powdered, but it is more fresh and moving, as if it is ......

Well, this is modern, a bit exaggerated!

In short, this is a woman who comes out of the mud and is not stained, pure and refined, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Beautiful!

Compared with her, those beautiful beauties just now were suddenly overshadowed.

"You're the new recommended classmate?" Liu Ruomei lightly opened her lips, and her voice was like an empty bamboo.

The goddess of the school flower asked in person, and Ye Bufan hurriedly said: "I am Zhao Xinxin's cousin, and I am also a member of the campus editorial department. ”

"Well, you published the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in the school magazine, and I ......"

"How do you think of the writing, do you feel unusual?"

"I haven't had time to see ...... yet"

Ye Bufan's face was suddenly full of black lines, it has been serialized for two weeks, you didn't even read it, besides, you didn't look at it and hurriedly express any opinions!

"The club is a bit busy during this time, and I have only briefly flipped through the school magazine in the past few weeks." Liu Ruomei said apologetically.

In fact, it's not that she didn't watch it at all, but after she watched it, she was completely in a state of confusion that she didn't understand, and what could she comment on!

"Although you are a new recruit, but if you want to join our club, you still have to pass the assessment, if you are ready, let's start the assessment now!"

The topic shifted to the entrance assessment, and Liu Ruomei regained her fairy temperament just now.

Ye Bufan looked at the women who came up and said confidently: "Then let's start!" ”

"Well, since you are a member of the editorial department of the campus, you will not be allowed to compose the whole poem, as long as you write a few sentences of the poem you listen to, you will be counted as a guò!"

"Feel free to write a few lines of poetry, well, it's fine, but do you need to draw a range or something, the scenery or the characters?"

"I remember that Zhou Qiuming came to the assessment before, and Sister Ruomei also asked him to write a few lines of poetry at will, what he wrote, "Look at a beauty from afar, and wrap the soul in the incense", etc., I am disgusted when I think about it now, cousin, you also make two sentences, let them listen to what poetry is to metaphorize people. ”

Zhao Xinxin looked at Liu Ruomei, stuck out his tongue, and said to Ye Bufan.

Damn, this Zhou Qiu's name is really okay, what kind of poem is it, it's just funny!

glanced at Liu Ruomei, her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if because she remembered Zhou Qiuming's poems, her face was slightly angry.

"Zhao Xinxin, how do you speak, my cousin is also a second-level writer, what is he, just a newcomer to the campus editorial department." Zhou Yan on the side said unhappily.

"Hmph, the poetry he writes is disgusting, am I wrong, do you ask Sister Ruomei if this is the case?"