Reliving a life, time was originally a time for sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys to squander their youth arbitrarily, but for He An, it was indeed becoming more and more nervous.

On a sunny afternoon, the sun was no longer very bright. During the lunch break, Wang Minghui, who was in class six, came to He An with a basketball.

"Let's go, play will go!" Wang Minghui took the basketball in his hand and threw it into the air, looking teasing.

When He An saw the constantly beating basketball, he couldn't help but think about how to relax for the first time. There is a kind of eagerness to try.

After thinking about it for a while, He An finally couldn't resist the temptation of basketball and agreed, after all, sometimes you still have to pay attention to cultivating your own interests, and it's not good if it's too depressed.

At this time, it is not the height of summer, and the sun is no longer so dazzling and hot, shining on every corner of the school, it is a comfortable feeling.

During the two-hour recess, students near the school will choose to go home, while those who are farther away will have to stay in the school honestly. And in school, it's not that boring.

It's always joyful where people gather.

The two talked and laughed all the way and walked towards the stadium with a basketball in their arms.

"The midterm exam is coming, how can you be sure?" Wang Minghui over there asked He Andao jokingly with a basketball, because he always thought that He An came in at a high price, and he would definitely still be at the end of the crane in the middle of this term.

"It shouldn't be a big problem," He An said with a smile as he looked at the noisy crowd in the distance.

The stadium here in No. 1 Middle School is much better than He An's junior high school, No. 1 Middle School covers a wide area, so the equipment of the stadium is also quite ideal, not to mention that a small football field in it is actually a turf, which alone can be seen in the leopard for the foundation of No. 1 Middle School.

"Come on"

Before the two arrived at the basketball court, He An was attracted by the noisy and enthusiastic shouting over there, looking at the many students sitting in the stands in front of them, which couldn't help but make He An and the two curious, could it be that someone was playing.

Since the basketball court is outdoor, of course, it may not be as luxurious as it is indoors, but the surrounding stands are also quite large.

The two approached casually, and looked at it from a distance, and sure enough, it was like a few people were engaged in a small competition.

If it's a regular practice, they can share a basket with others, but it's obviously not possible to compete.

He An is okay, this time I don't have to play ball, it's just a good mood to take a walk and relax.

And Wang Minghui on the side couldn't hide his disappointment, and couldn't help complaining: "I'll do it, just at this time, this group of people can't help but be here to make trouble!" ”

He An smiled and patted him on the shoulder to show comfort, and then the two of them randomly found a place in the stands and sat down, since they can't hit the ball, it's not bad to look at the ball.

On the court, it should be the school team, one of the slender, sunny and handsome boys is as brave as a god, and most of the goals are scored by him. At this time, this small competition is like his own performance, extremely beautiful throwing, chic and elegant pace

The boys around him have become the foil around him, He An understood at a glance that this person's ball skills want to be good, but it is not too different from a few people around him, and the reason why the people around him let him have a lot to do with this person's identity.

"Wow, he's really amazing~" The little girls below He An exclaimed with crimson faces and undisguised voices.

Looking at the little girls below with a nymphomaniac look, Wang Minghui next to him couldn't help but pouted and said disdainfully: "Hehe, this kid Ouyang is too showy!" ”

There was obvious disdain on his lips, although he said so, but there was still some jealousy in his tone that was more or less difficult to hide.

This is not to blame Wang Minghui, now this age is the moment of blood and strength, young and frivolous, several households with strong male hormones are about to overflow, and it is definitely a face-saving thing to be able to win the favor of most girls.

Ouyang, He An heard this name, and he heard it a little.

Ouyang should be a sophomore in high school, the absolute main force of the school basketball team, handsome, and sunny, which will of course be appreciated by most of the girls in the school.

Just thinking about it, the following little girls were arguing, and as soon as the girl who was pan spoke just now, she was teased by her friends: "Ouyang is very handsome, but please put away your little fantasies, people are well-known figures in the city, and they are also the vice president in the business world, and their family background is many times higher than yours.

The bitter words remembered that the bright eyes of the girls next to them turned hot.

Listening to the conversation of several people, He An, who was sitting on it, smiled slightly with his palm against his chin, in the circle of No. 1 Middle School, which is not very small, it is much more than the atmosphere of comparison in other schools.

Most of the students who go to school here are the children of some names in the city, and the relationships here are complicated, and some things, such as background, have long been led by various gossip to be clear. But as for some influential figures, such as Ouyang and the like, their qiē has been dissected and concretized by various sources of information.

Staying here, He An can already faintly see the beginning of the future where people only pour money into it, which has to be a sadness. Another side also confirms that No. 1 China is the absolute hegemon that grasps the trend of the times.

After a few days, He An did not wait for his call to pass the manuscript, which inevitably made He An a little puzzled. One afternoon, He An received a rejection letter from Sprout magazine, which made He An cry and laugh.

"I'm sorry, your manuscript doesn't fit our style, please keep up the good work!"

What's going on, could it be that Liu Xiyao deliberately corrected himself, this is a phantom city. Phantom City, which has sold a total of three million, was rejected so lightly?

He An was a little sluggish, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally figured out the reason inside, according to the normal process, this manuscript could not see Liu Xiyao's face at all.

Liu Xiyao is the editor-in-chief, how could he review the first draft.

The general review process of the magazine is that the editor reviews the manuscript for the first time, then the editor-in-chief reviews the decision, and finally the editor-in-chief signs it.

And 100% of my manuscript died on the road of the first review, and when I think about it, things become smooth, and sometimes the editor's vision is very different.

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