By the end of the third class that afternoon, Zhao Yan's "book fans" had increased to 8, Fan Long, Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao, Huo Qinqin, Li Zhi, Hu Chong, and the other two boys who were unlucky with Zhao Yan in the morning.

And Zhao Yan's manuscript, when the bell rang for the end of the third class, the fifth chapter was almost finished.

Daming's students are not serious in their studies, and after the third class, Zhao Yan and they will be out of school.

As soon as the teacher on the podium left, Ji Yichun, Fan Long, and Lou Wenhao surrounded Zhao Yan with shy faces.

Ji Yichun: "Ah Yan! You're almost done with Chapter 5, aren't you? Can you bring it back to me? ”

Fan Long: "Give it to me!" Ah Yan! We've been friends for many years! I'll buy you oranges in the morning! ”

Ji Yichun: "I took the money to buy oranges!" ”

Fan Long: "I bought it!" ”

Lou Wenhao: "Ah Yan! I'm sure you'll give it to me! You're not going to live up to the trust I put in you, will you? Hey. ”

Ji Yichun: "Grass! Wen Hao, you are so shameless! Ah Yan! Such a shameless person, don't pay attention to him! ”

Fan Long: "Ah Yan! Last time we fought together, I helped you get a stick! You look at it! ”

Ji Yichun: "That's your cowardice!" Are you embarrassed to be beaten? ”

Lou Wenhao: "Ah Yan! You say! Do you understand what you want to eat? Tangerines or what? I'll bring it to you! ”

……

The three of you are fighting for me, while fighting with each other, they reached out to grab the manuscript in front of Zhao Yan, which attracted the side eyes of many people in the class, and a few girls glanced at Fan Long and them disgustingly, and snorted lightly, despising these three people for such an upright fight for a yellow' color novel.

They all know Zhao Yan's academic performance, and in their subjective judgment, even if a poor student like Zhao Yan writes novels, he can only write three indiscriminate yellow' novels.

Huo Qinqin and others also looked at it, including Li Zhi and Hu Chong, they actually wanted to see the newly written manuscript of Zhao Yan in the third class, but their relationship with Zhao Yan did not have to be Fan Long and Ji Yichun, so although they wanted to think about it very much, they could only stand aside and look enviously at this time.

The smile on Zhao Yan's face was very happy, his novel was so popular, there was no reason not to be happy, but ......

"Don't rob it! I'll write it again when I get back in the evening, and I'll show it to you tomorrow!" ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yan casually brushed away Fan Long's hands, closed the manuscript before the ink dried and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Fan Long: "Don't! Ah Yan! We're still not good brothers? ”

Ji Yichun: "Rub!" Ah Yan! Don't take you like this! ”

Lou Wenhao: "Dizzy! Ah Yan! Brother Yan! You can't do that! I'm going to have insomnia at night! ”

……

Fan Long and the others were still expressing their dissatisfaction, Zhao Yan smiled and didn't pay attention to it at all, packed his schoolbag in three or two, put the schoolbag on his shoulder, and staggered out.

Fan Long and the others saw that there was no hope, and they were disappointed one by one, so they had to hurry to pack their schoolbags and chase after Zhao Yan.

Huo Qinqin, who was unhurriedly packing her schoolbag, looked at Zhao Yan's swaying back, and a smile escaped from her mouth, feeling that Zhao Yan was more handsome than before!

……

That night, after Zhao Yan had dinner, he went to the attic early, and his abnormality made his parents, eldest sister, and younger sister not very adaptable.

Zhao Yan's aunt Wu Yimei, who will live at Zhao Yan's house tonight, was a little surprised, and asked her sister Wu Yiping suspiciously with her rice bowl: "Yiping!" Does Ah Yan go upstairs so early every day? He doesn't read, what is he doing so early? It's not going to be a computer game, is it? ”

Zhao Dongrong: "That stinky boy doesn't play much of a game!" It must be that I'm addicted to reading some novel again! Something that doesn't make a difference! ”

Wu Yiping glared at him: "You only think about it now?" The college entrance examination is coming soon, even if Ah Yan starts reading now, is it still useful? If he likes to read novels, let him read them! Have a finger in the pie! Eat your meal! ”

Zhao Yan's little sister interjected like a little adult at this time: "Aunt! My brother is muddy and can't hold up the wall! Don't worry about him! ”

Wu Yimei lost her smile and didn't speak yet, Zhao Yan's mother Wu Yiping had already slapped Zhao Yan's little sister on the head and scolded: "What are you talking about, dead girl!" Did you arrange your brother like that? Give me an honest meal for you! What do you interject when adults talk? ”

Little sister: "Hit me again!" Eccentricity! ”

Wu Yimei: "Okay, Yiping! Don't beat the kid all the time! Let's all eat! ”

……

Zhao Yan, who had already gone to the attic, naturally didn't know what the little sister downstairs was saying about himself, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else, so he sat in front of the computer as soon as he went to the attic, took out all the manuscripts he wrote in school today, called up the documents saved in the computer in the early hours of this morning, and entered the manuscripts on the notebook and exercise book into the computer little by little.

Zhao Yan has already thought about it, the book has been written, and like the Lu Yang in his dream, he will submit his manuscript to the publishing house, mix a manuscript fee first, and then make a little famous.

In today's publishing house, the fastest way to submit manuscripts is by e-mail, which is why Zhao Yan needs to input all manuscripts into the computer and turn them into electronic manuscripts.

One day's manuscript, Zhao Yan sat in front of the computer and entered it until more than 11 o'clock in the evening, and finally finished typing it all.

Halfway through, he only went downstairs to the toilet once, which was the first time in his life that he did something so seriously except for boxing.

After losing the manuscript, Zhao Yan went to the rooftop faucet to copy a few handfuls of water and wash his face, then returned to the attic, and began to write after a few minutes of rest.

……

On the second floor, in the bedroom of Zhao Dongrong and Wu Yiping, Zhao Dongrong turned over again, this is the tenth time he has turned over hard tonight, he has already started snoring at this time, this tossing and turning, so that Wu Yiping can't sleep.

"Smack!"

The annoyed Wu Yiping slapped Zhao Dongrong on the arm and said angrily: "Are you okay?" I still don't sleep so late, I turn over and turn, and I don't let my mother sleep? No business tomorrow morning, right? ”

Zhao Dongrong touched the place where he was beaten speechlessly, and said depressedly: "Do you think I want to lose sleep?" It's not your precious son! Punching on it every night, the stinky boy didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong tonight, and suddenly it was so quiet, Lao Tzu was really not used to it! ”

When Zhao Dongrong said this, Wu Yiping also felt strange.

"That's right! Why didn't Ah Yan boxing tonight? Wouldn't this kid still be thinking about going to technical school or learning to be a chef? No way! I'm going to go up and have a look! ”

With that, Wu Yiping turned over and sat up, grabbed the coat next to the bed and put it on her body and opened the door and went out.

Zhao Dongrong: "......"

(Thanks to Traceless Pavilion and Evil Young for 10 points, the declining troubadour for 20 points, the wandering Lucifer, the lonely machine in the west, a dream like the wind, and the Five Ring Maniacs for 100 points, and thanks to Tina Muzi for 10,000 points, becoming the ninth helmsman in this book!) ）