In an empty and bright office.

On the black leather chair sat a large man with a strong physique, playing with his mobile phone in a relaxed manner.

"A bunch of unconscionable guys, just because someone might come over to deliver magazines today, they just left me behind, brute." Zhang Xiaozheng scolded helplessly.

He was supposed to go to the signing meeting with others today, which was the first time that Fang Dian, a well-known alumnus of Shucha High School and a well-known Fang family, held a signing meeting at his alma mater.

As a member of the student union, Zhang Xiaozheng will definitely take on the responsibility of maintaining order; When the time comes, not only can he get a free autographed book from Fang Dian, but he can also see the demeanor of this Fang family he has been fascinated for a long time.

But now, everything is ruined, because it is said that a student's article has passed the review of Xinghan Magazine, and this afternoon the magazine will send a sample for the school to publicize and commend, and he was decisively abandoned by his peers.

From noon to now, he has waited for almost four hours, the school is about to end, and the signing meeting of everyone is naturally over a long time ago, but this high school is still deserted, and he can't even see a ghost, let alone the staff of a magazine.

"I don't know who it is, I was lucky enough to publish an article in a magazine, but I waited until now, damn it." Zhang Xiaozheng couldn't stop slandering in his heart, and his resentment was rising, and even the mobile phone in his hand was beaten, and he was rattled by his big thick hands.

Suddenly, a weak voice sounded: "Excuse me, is this the high school, are you waiting for a magazine sample?" ”

"Yes, I am, who are you?" Zhang Xiaozheng stood up from the chair suddenly, and kept looking up and down at the guy in front of him who was about the same age as himself and looked like a student.

"You don't look like a magazine, hey, what are you here for?"

"Well, that's right, that magazine sample has already been taken by Mr. Hong Xiehong, you don't have to wait any longer." The man scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"Teacher Hong took it?" Zhang Xiaozheng's voice suddenly rose an octave, and shouted: "When did you take it, I remember that Mr. Hong only had the first two classes today, and you didn't come to inform me until now?" ”

After speaking, he looked at the handsome kid in front of him angrily, with a posture that will not end if you don't give me an explanation.

"I also wanted to come over and tell you earlier, but I was surrounded by my classmates at the end of class, and I couldn't get out, and now I finally asked the teacher for a few minutes off, which is really embarrassing." When the man finished speaking, he turned around and made a gesture to leave.

"Hey, I said," Zhang Xiaozheng reached out, but he couldn't stop this angry classmate, and he couldn't help muttering when he saw this guy disappear into the corridor.

"Bastard, he is frizzy and frizzy, what a harmful person, isn't it, he just said that he was surrounded by his classmates and couldn't get out?" Zhang Xiaozheng rolled his eyes, slapped his thigh, and said with annoyance: "Damn, the cliff is that this guy's article was published in a magazine, and the result attracted onlookers, Nima, the pit is dead." ”

……

Needless to say, this hot guy is none other than Chen Feng.

Just this afternoon, in the first literary appreciation class, Hong Xie walked into the classroom with a magazine on his face.

"I'll tell you a good news, in our class, Chen Feng's manuscript has passed the review of Xinghan Magazine and is on the magazine."

As he spoke, he shook the magazine in his hand ostentatiously, with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

With these words, the class was completely boiling, and at first it was just whispering, but seeing that Hong Xie had a tacit attitude, they discussed it blatantly one by one.

Some envy, some jealous, some praise, some belittle...... Chen Feng's own words were a little puzzled.

Just a manuscript and a magazine? It seems a little too bland.

He is very aware of the value of his Tibetan Buddha love, whether it is from the idea of conception, or from the magnificence of the rhetoric, it can definitely kill most of the current love stories, Xinghan Magazine is such a "small temple", won the "Big Buddha", and was not grateful for Dade's offering?

Chen Feng was speechless in his heart and despised Xinghan Magazine.

"Mr. Hong, show us the magazine, so that we can know what Chen Feng wrote."

"Yes, our Chen Dacai probably can't wait."

Someone at the bottom started to heckle, shouting for magazines.

Hong Xie did not shirk it, and handed the magazine to the students in the first row and let them circulate it on their own, as for himself, he walked to the door of the classroom, with his experience, this class could not be completed.

But that's okay, Chen Feng, the kid he watched grow up, has had many disasters since he was a child, and now he can be regarded as having a little bit of talent, it's time for him to have a good time.

Hong Xie's departure, the class was completely turned upside down, and Chen Feng quickly surrounded a circle of classmates, constantly asking, polite, and flattering.

Of course, there are many people who still sit in their seats, and even show disgusted and disdainful expressions.

If it was Chen Feng before, he would naturally be at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, but the current one has long been familiar with such a scene.

After a few words of thanks, a little modesty, and answering a few painless questions on the way, Chen Feng quickly controlled the scene.

With a smile on his face, not arrogant or impatient, that appearance is really like that humble son, gentle as jade.

His performance made the people around him feel like a spring breeze, but there were many people who were originally just acting like they secretly praised a few times in their hearts.

After working for most of the class, in the midst of a few deliberate coughs from Hong Xie, Chen Feng was finally able to get out and flipped through the magazine.

This look, I almost didn't let him find a crack to get into.

"Rookie masterpieces, ice and snow years. Author: Chen Feng. ”

It does have his name written on it.

But this article in the magazine was not his Tibetan Buddha love at all, but the manuscript that Gu Man threw to him that night.

When he re-transcribed this manuscript and submitted it to Hong Xie, he basically forgot about it, after all, in his heart, although Gu Man's article was not bad, the affection was lingering and the sadness was long.

The level is close to the articles in the youth magazines in his previous life, but in general, it is much worse than his Tibetan Buddha love.

But now, things seem to have developed far beyond his predictions.

Before he could digest this embarrassing news, in the second class, Hong Xie asked him to go on stage to talk about his creative process.

"What the hell, I didn't write it, let's talk about it."

Chen Feng's heart was almost broken, and he finally fooled around with nonsense, and his head was already a mess.

It can be followed by two lessons, the American class.

As soon as the class bell rang, Chen Feng, who was sitting in his seat and was tired of coping, saw Gu Man sitting beside him with a smile on his face.

"Heh, hehe, thank you." Chen Feng whispered a little strangely.

"Well, congratulations too." Gu Man replied, it seemed that he already knew about "winning by himself", with a subtle smile on his face, his eyes staring at the blackboard, and he glanced slightly to the left from time to time, looking like he wanted to say something.

After a while, she Shi Shiran said arrogantly: "We have a happy cooperation this time, next time, remember to tell me the type of submission in advance, it is too troublesome for me to inquire myself." ”

"......" Chen Feng was very hurt and speechless.