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Qiao Mingzhe, as always, came to the office of the school magazine.

It has only been two or three days since the essay contest, and after the initial wave, although the number of submissions sent to the school magazine every day has decreased, there are still fifty or sixty copies.

The only constant is the quality of the manuscript.

The school magazine is not a regular publication, but it is also facing the time pressure of printing and distribution, struggling and wandering in bad manuscripts every day, Qiao Mingzhe is a little skeptical that his original decision is correct.

But he could not say this to anyone.

Stepping into the office with a heart in mind, there were already a few junior officers reviewing the manuscript.

As the release time approached, many small officials spontaneously came to help review the manuscript.

This made Qiao Mingzhe very moved.

But at the same time, there was another thing that also gave him a headache.

This call for papers is directly for students, without the teacher's check, the manuscript paper delivered is of different shapes, the better ones will bind the manuscript paper together, and write their names on the homepage, but the vast majority of them are retail investors.

These people are often torn off and handed over.

Looking at the messy manuscript paper on the desk, it's hard not to be upset.

After thinking about it, Qiao Mingzhe walked behind Li Xuan, who was sitting in the corner, "How is it?" Are there many people who contribute today? ”

"There are a lot of people every day, but ......" Li Xuan shook the manuscript paper on his left hand, "These can only be regarded as waste paper, I wonder, is it so difficult to write novels?" Didn't you write a narrative essay? It's much better than writing a narrative essay, what kind of ** stuff are you writing? ”

"Forget it, there are so many girls here." Qiao Mingzhe sighed.

Doesn't he think so?

In the past few days, he has either been tyrannized by those low-IQ plots, or he has been pitted by various black holes.

He had a good idea, but no matter how good his idea was, he couldn't stand the original creator's incompetence.

In order to get together the number of manuscripts needed for the school magazine as soon as possible, he has put the quality requirements to the lowest level ever, as long as it can be regarded as a narrative essay, as long as it can be written with a sense of substitution, he will admit it.

Rao is like this, in the face of the skinny reality, Qiao Mingzhe wants to choose a dog leash.

After complaining, Li Xuan still handed Qiao Mingzhe a small part of the submissions at hand, "This is what I picked out with them today and can still be seen, you can take a look." ”

"How many more do you have in your hand right now?" Li Xuan asked.

"Not much, plus these three, for a total of eight." Qiao Mingzhe took the manuscript and said helplessly, "Except for the serialization, we only need to put ten more articles." ”

Unlike commercial publications, the school magazine does not have so many fancy opening sentences and editorial columns, and although he decided to add some anecdotes to the school magazine, twenty manuscripts is the least guarantee for the same length.

Flipping through the submissions in his hand, Qiao Mingzhe's eyes changed, "Hao He? Class A in the first year of high school? ”

Li Xuan nodded, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, I just heard my sister talk about this person, he was the one who fought last time."

There was Qiao Shishi's praise before, and there were fights and brawls later, Qiao Mingzhe didn't want to be impressed by this person, and said that he looked at Hao He's submission much more seriously than before.

"I can't see that President Qiao would still be interested in this kind of thing." Li Xuan put his arm on Qiao Mingzhe's shoulder and teased, not minding the other friends in the office to focus on him.

"Compared with the previous manuscripts, this one is of acceptable quality, but it still stays in the narrative text." Qiao Mingzhe put down Hao He's novel with an expressionless face, "Forget it, just barely make up a number." ”

Although it is only a narrative essay, what more could he ask for?

Compared with those school grass who even has a bug in the name and cries ghosts and gods at every turn, he is very pleased to have such a smooth reading and an essay without too many plot ups and downs.

"How many words is this manuscript?" Looking at the other submissions in his hand, Qiao Mingzhe asked.

"About four thousand eight."

"Then it's calculated according to five thousand, so it's twenty-five yuan of manuscript fees," Qiao Mingzhe said, picking up the calculator, "plus the previous articles, our manuscript expenses are two hundred and three." ”

After accounting for the estimated manuscript fee, Qiao Mingzhe walked to his office.

The office of the school magazine is not large, only half that of an ordinary teacher, and there is an oval-shaped public desk in the middle, where everyone works on weekdays.

There are two old desktop computers in the office.

As the editor-in-chief, Qiao Mingzhe often has to make electronic versions of these manuscripts, and then review and arrange them, using computers more often than others.

Although there is no explicit rule on which computer belongs to him, everyone will default to the computer next to the south as Qiao Mingzhe's office, and if there are any file notices, they will be placed in the left-hand place.

Today, there is an envelope of brown paper.

There was no handwriting on the envelope, and inside the envelope, a thick stack of A4 paper was neatly folded in half.

"Mingzhe, what is it?" Li Xuan came over when he saw the situation.

"You didn't see it?"

"Of course not, it's on your desk, how would I see it."

Li Xuan's face was full of innocence.

However, Li Xuan's innocent face was directly ignored by Qiao Mingzhe, "Are you afraid that this is Zhou Zhizhong's manuscript, and it will be difficult to get rid of it after reading it, so you deliberately ignore it." ”

The lie was exposed, Li Xuan coughed a few times in embarrassment, and left in a sneering manner, "It's not that you are the editor-in-chief." ”

"Although Lao Zhou hates it, now I really want to see him contribute." Qiao Mingzhe sighed helplessly, "In this way, our second serial article may also be settled." ”

Although Zhou Zhizhong is very annoying, it is undeniable that this person is very talented.

Especially in the past few days, he has been surrounded by bad manuscripts, and he already misses Lao Zhou.

However, Qiao Mingzhe knew very well that the manuscript he was holding in his hand now was not Zhou Zhizhong's, and with Zhou Zhizhong's literary personality, he would never send the manuscript in person.

In the past few days, he has been bombarded with bad manuscripts, and he has not had much hope that he can write a novel that can be serialized.

However, compared to those who just tear off a single page, the author of this manuscript still made him feel happy with such a formal way of submission, and with this envelope and clean printing, it was worth his view.

"The Legend of Xianxia in Tianmu Mountain, Xianxia? Author: Soy Sauce Lang? ”

When he saw the author's pen name on the title page, Qiao Mingzhe couldn't help but smile, but when he saw the word Xianxia, his heart suddenly cooled.

Xianxiawen is very popular.

But it's hard to write about.

No.

It should be said that it is difficult to write a novel.

Although he, as a reader, can't fully understand how those Internet gods catch readers.

But as an old bookworm, he can clearly feel from the review in the past few days that the creation of those pure novels is like a three-no product: no cool point, no sense of substitution, and no suspense.

For such a pure novel submission, he has no hope left.

With a spirit of dedication, Qiao Mingzhe turned the first page, but in the next second, his eyes lit up.

["Sword grid, ten! ”】

In the first paragraph, there are only three words.

The short and capable opening is like a drink, shocking people out of thin air.

In 09, Tudou uploaded "Dou Po", and now it is 08 years, even if Qiao Mingzhe, who is an old bookworm, is also curious about such a beginning that everyone in the future is accustomed to.

It's like a dead tree meeting nectar.

The hope in Qiao Mingzhe's heart that had been given up was ignited like this.

What happened?

With curiosity and questions, he continued reading.

[Just a moment when he closed his eyes, an invisible sword flew out from the side of the cloak and hit Rong Aoxuan's abdomen, Rong Aoxuan closed his eyes, as if he was shaken by this light, he couldn't help but raise his hand, took half a step to the left, and turned to Rong Aoze on the side of his body.

The sword, passing by. 】

Reading this, Qiao Mingzhe seems to understand what happened: a large family's waste materials were discriminated against, and faced the fate of being eliminated and killed by his own brother in the family test.

But faintly, he felt as if something was wrong.

Originally, he thought that the author would explain it immediately, but the reality once again disappointed him.

In the whole chapter, the author did not explain anything, but Rong Aoze came out to provoke, Rong Aoxuan chose to give in, and in the ridicule and contempt of everyone, the protagonist retreated.

At the beginning of the second chapter, Rong Aoza provoked, and the head of the Rong family held a meeting.

All the plots that are not have filled most of the chapter, and towards the end, the author has a brief explanation.

[On the other side, Rong Aoxuan was sitting on the Tianmu City Wall looking at the blue waves in front of him, with infinite sadness in his eyes.

Looking from afar, the Tianmu Mountain in the distance is extremely green, the mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, a jasper belt is encircled at the foot of the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun is rippling in the Lingling microwave.

Such a beautiful environment in leisure time made Rong Aoxuan's eyes dim.

Tianmu City is located in the north of Tianmu Mountain, and it is only separated by a water from Tianmu Mountain, but now, he is separated from the Tianmu Mountain he is familiar with.

Fifteen years ago, he was still a Qingyu god who had practiced for tens of thousands of years, but in the blink of an eye, he was Rong Aoxuan, the eldest son of the well-known waste material in Tianmu City.

Even though he had tens of thousands of years of cultivation in his previous life, he had already looked down on honor and disgrace in life and death, but in the face of such a big gap, thinking of the immortal friends in the past, the boys stationed in the palace, and the relatives and friends who had not seen him for many years could not help but feel emotional. 】

There are only a few hundred words, which not only points out the identity of the protagonist, but also makes people look forward to the battle that follows.

For five whole chapters, Qiao Mingzhe felt that his whole heart was being pinched, and the blood in his body was boiling with the development of the story, starting from the sixth chapter, the heroine intervened.

The rhythm of the whole text is slack, but immediately after, the intrusion of an unexpected visitor is like a pebble breaking the surface of the lake, and the whole novel is once again ups and downs, conflicts and killing battles.

The novel reaches its climax in the final battle, but it also ends here.

"Wonderful, so wonderful!" Qiao Mingzhe couldn't help but stand up and shout with the manuscript paper, "This novel is so well written!" Li Xuan, come and take a look, this manuscript is simply so well written! ”

"Not really." Li Xuan took the manuscript paper with doubts on his face.

Five minutes later, Li Xuan's face also showed the same excitement as Qiao Mingzhe.

"Well, that's great! Mingzhe, this is the novel we've been looking for! After reading the whole article, Li Xuan's voice was almost a little choked.

Who knows how many bad drafts he's been suffering from these days.

This novel, not to mention voting it to their school magazine, is also a good work even if it is placed on the Internet.

Seeing that the two editors-in-chief were shocked by a novel, the officers who were reviewing the manuscript began to rush to circulate this "The Legend of the Immortals of Tianmu Mountain", and soon, their faces showed happy expressions.

The manuscript was passed back to Qiao Mingzhe's hand again, he held the manuscript, and repeatedly looked at the author's personal information behind the manuscript, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

At the same school, he didn't know this little-known Xu Yi.

But it's just that the first year of high school has such a writing.

And what about later?

In all fairness, most of these people do not have any love for literature, and he gives material encouragement, just hoping that everyone will love literary creation.

But what if it's a genius?

Do you want to treat everyone equally?

Of course not!

He wants to see this promise in person!