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Summing up these seven days of life, Xu Yi only felt like he was living in the clouds.

"Bad Guy" can have thousands of hits and more than 100 recommendations in just five or six days, and although the collection maintains double digits, it will increase with each new chapter uploaded.

Although, he is not the original creator of "Bad Guy".

But as a writer, looking at such results, it is inevitable to be excited.

Today is Saturday.

In his previous life, Xu Yi would sleep lazily every Saturday and Sunday, and then get up lazily and casually code thousands of words, but now, he doesn't have so much spare time.

In addition to studying.

He's still going to exercise!

The body is the capital of the revolution.

Only with health can we work hard for our dreams.

Reliving a lifetime, Xu Yi also began to value health.

However, this was not the source of motivation for him to exercise.

Although health is important, at his age, it is difficult to maintain the vitality of the next day without eight or nine hours of sleep, and all the sleep of the week can only be made up on Saturdays and Sundays.

So in this life, Xu Yi has only one requirement for himself: not to stay up late.

You must go to bed before eleven o'clock.

Before the car accident, with this self-discipline, he can be said to be living very freely, and his skin is much better than in his previous life, obviously in adolescence, but he rarely has acne.

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

Since the car accident, his physical fitness has been decreasing.

Even though he now controls himself to go to bed early every night and never stay in bed, he still has back pain when he wakes up the next day, accompanied by various pain symptoms from time to time.

As a good young man in the 21st century, Xu Yi said: old, son, no, want, kidney, deficiency!

After running around the community twice, Xu Yi went home.

It's the weekend, but my parents have already left early to make up for classes.

Although Xu Yi is a teacher's child, in all fairness, compared to ordinary parents who force their children to learn piano and enroll in cram schools, Yu Jing and Xu Zhanming are really loose about him.

Except for the English course that will enroll him in the holidays, the rest of the time is at his disposal.

However, the premise of free discretion is that it must be able to ensure that you can be admitted to two or more colleges and universities in the college entrance examination in the future.

As for the future, their aspirations are only to take the civil service examination and the postgraduate entrance examination.

After eating breakfast, Xu Yi opened the textbook.

Saturdays and Sundays are good times to save manuscripts, but after all, he is still a student, and he has to have a snack for his studies, and after reviewing his homework in the morning, he turns on the computer in the afternoon.

A week's time is a good harvest for Xu Yi.

In addition to "Bad Guy", which is close to 30,000 words, it is indeed a bit of a pit that the backstage has not signed a contract and the station is short, but in this era of too = supervising the text like a dog, it is understandable that the editor is cautious.

As for the rest, Xu Yi simply wanted to use the sentence 'the years are quiet' to be hypocritical.

It was also a weekend, and Qiao Mingzhe on the other side felt like a thunderbolt.

"Li Xuan, you...... What do you mean? Other...... Don't scare me, Zhou Zhizhong has contributed to us? Also, let the draft? Holding the phone, Qiao Mingzhe's heart was cold.

Forget about submission.

What kind of rhythm is this?

After the call for papers ended last week, the school magazine has entered the printing period, and it will be released next Wednesday without surprise.

On the surface, the school is responsible for the printing cost of the school magazine, and they don't need to worry about paper, ink, binding, etc., but in reality? The funds allocated by the school every month are simply not enough.

However, the leaders above are still demanding.

Today, I am not increasing the space, or I want to open a column to praise the leader, and finally do a good job in accordance with the requirements of the leader.

Last month, because of a phone call from the dean of students asking them to revise the cover, all the 500 school magazines that had been completed before were invalidated, and all the expenses for the later period were made up by the members of their club.

I finally survived the graduation season.

Sovereignty is in hand.

Although there were a few twists and turns, the manuscript was collected.

I thought I could blow the horn of victory, so I waited for Li Xuan to go to the school to see the printing progress like he did in the future, how many tunes did Zhou Zhizhong run out of now?

Also Nima over the draft.

No problem!

"Mingzhe, I...... You...... Hey, it's all my fault. ”

On the phone, Qiao Mingzhe clearly heard a loud slap.

"Li Xuan, what's going on?" Qiao Mingzhe's voice was no longer as panicked and stunned as he was just now, and he was calm and indifferent, "Zhou Zhizhong's submission at this time should not be just willful." ”

"I ...... I'm sorry Mingzhe...... It's all me. ”

"What's going on?"

"I ...... I ......"

Li Xuan's hesitant memories.

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, he went to the school as usual to confirm the progress of the school magazine printing, and then met Zhou Zhizhong on the way back.

And Li Xuan at that time also went up to say hello usually.

No matter how you look at it, the beginning of things is ordinary, and it can't be more ordinary.

In fact, the content of their chat is also extremely ordinary, nothing more than Zhou Zhizhong asked him about his studies, test score rankings and expectations for future universities, and he replied, and at the same time replied with some greetings and the like.

Although Li Xuan doesn't like Zhou Zhizhong, the deputy editor-in-chief of the school magazine in the past two or three years has not been in vain.

They walked and talked, looking very speculative.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the school gate, Zhou Zhizhong suddenly changed his words and asked him how the school magazine was now.

How can it be?

It's nothing more than a solicitation of papers, printing, and distribution.

The difference is that this call for submissions is for the whole school, the scope has been expanded, and the submission objects are no longer the top students in the eyes of the teachers, and the writing is not a propositional essay.

However, he could only think about it in his heart.

In the face of Zhou Zhizhong, he still has to be more polite and polite, saying something "The manuscript is not as good as before", "I hope the next issue will be better", "I work hard to do a good job in the graduation season", "I feel sorry that Mr. Zhou did not submit" and other polite words.

The conscience of heaven and earth.

No matter how you hear this, it's polite words.

But he never thought that Zhou Zhizhong would take it seriously!

Seriously!

Wipe!

As a result, Zhou Zhizhong actually took out his manuscript from his briefcase, and said with a smile on his face, "I am too busy with work, I forgot to submit, look at their hard work, and submit the manuscript before the printing is at the end."

If you want to cry without tears, there is wood!

At the moment when Zhou Zhizhong handed the manuscript to himself, he almost wanted to be on a dog leash.

This = doesn't have such fun!

And what he didn't expect the most was that Zhou Zhizhong shamelessly said that he also knew that now that the school magazine had entered the printing period, his manuscript was actually used as a backup, and he did not force it to be in the school magazine, but if the quality of the manuscript did not improve, he would take his top.

"Grass! Li Xuan, you = mom brain kicked by a donkey, who Zhou Zhizhong is you = mom don't know! The school magazine has started to be printed, what the hell do you =mom want me to do. Qiao Mingzhe was completely furious.

No matter how good his cultivation is, he can't help but explode at this moment.

Zhou Zhizhong said it well.

Reserve?

Is he a backup material?

really used his manuscript as a backup, and he didn't know how to wear small shoes for the school magazine.

"Li Xuan, you and I are honest, did you tell Zhou Zhizhong about our invitation?" Qiao Mingzhe's anger has not subsided, and his tone is not very good, but it is still much more relaxed than just now.

"Mingzhe, the conscience of heaven and earth, where do I dare to say this to Lao Zhou." Li Xuan shouted on the phone.

There are impermeable walls in the world.

Even though Li Xuan didn't say it, Qiao Mingzhe knew that Zhou Zhizhong would have to know about this invitation sooner or later.

But that's not what they thought.

The first thing that has changed in this school magazine reform is that it has changed from the past free solicitation to paid solicitation, but this change has also made teachers avoid suspicion.

But this is the school magazine, and it really can't be said without the teacher's manuscript.

In desperation, they had no choice but to take the invitation.

In order to ensure the success rate, in addition to the superiors they deal with on weekdays, there are more substitute teachers of their own age on the list.

"Mingzhe ......"

"Compared to Li Xuan, you wait to send Zhou Zhizhong's manuscript over with QQ, I'll see how to get it, by the way, how is our printing progress?" After the initial emotional venting, Qiao Mingzhe also became much calmer.

"Almost all of them have been printed, but the "Legend of the Immortals of Tianmu Mountain" has not been printed yet." Li Xuan didn't dare to be sloppy, and hurriedly replied.

"What about the Bad Guys?"

"It's already half printed, and it hasn't been printed yet, that's it." Li Xuan said with little confidence.

Sighing, Qiao Mingzhe said in a low voice, "Call the teacher in the printing department, this manuscript is invalid, don't print it, I will send a new manuscript over in the afternoon." ”

"Mingzhe, I don't think we need to cut this novel, our ...... last time"

"The manuscript fee is not enough."

Qiao Mingzhe interrupted Li Xuan's words.

He knew that Li Xuan was reluctant.

But how could he be willing to give it?

The quality of the novels in this school magazine is not high, and the manuscript of "The Legend of Tianmu Mountain Xianxia" is the highlight of the school magazine, and he has to improve the paper of this novel.

It's good now.

Capsized in the gutter.

Lao Zhou came out like this, he didn't want to cut it.

Yes, he has a few hundred dollars in his hand now, and it's no problem to bear some losses.

But what about the later stage?

What about the cover?

The manuscript was changed, and the cover had to be reprinted.

The cover is different pages, and the pages can still be squeezed with paper quality, but the cover has to use coated paper, which is the worst, and it has to be 80g coated paper, according to the lowest price in the market at two yuan, how much should it be?

Is the school funded enough?

Just like Li Xuan said last time, he had asked members to donate money last time, do you want it this time?

He couldn't open his mouth.

The most cost-effective way to do this is to cut out the unprinted novels.

It's frustrating.

But so what?

He is the editor-in-chief, and he cannot complain, shirk, or evade in the face of problems, and what he can do is to use the coolest mind to give his subordinates the most beneficial countermeasures for their own side.

Li Xuan was at fault.

But didn't he?

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Zhizhong would be sure that he would contribute, he wouldn't have invited manuscripts at all, and he wouldn't have excluded this great god from the invitation list.

Li Xuan's fault was only that he didn't respond in time, but what about him?

He was wrong in judgment.

His mistake was bigger than just a mistake that didn't improvise, and if he hadn't been afraid of the trouble to invite the manuscript, then this one might not be there now.

He has to resist this responsibility!