Tang Mingyao's impression of Yang Bing's editor has the following characteristics: he is addicted to the Internet, loves to change his online name, works hard, and is a little cunning in honesty.

Through these characteristics, he naturally generated a picture of a person in his mind:

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If you describe this photo in detail, it would look like this.

A female networm in her twenties, with an average appearance, with a chicken nest head, wearing black-framed glasses, nesting in front of the computer all day long in pajamas, curled up on a chair with two legs, without any image of a woman, next to the fat house happy water and endless fries, but she is not fat. Every time she communicates with the author, she will blink her innocent eyes and sell cuteness, saying: "Big, it's not that I don't send you manuscript fees, it's that you didn't mention this matter, I thought you submitted the novel, just let us help publish it for free." In fact, there is a little devil in his heart, and he is laughing very arrogantly.

However, when Tang Mingyao stood at the door of Hot Wind Magazine for two minutes, when a woman in her thirties and full of intellectual taste appeared in front of him with the reception lady, the unsightly image in his heart was instantly like a stone being smashed into a glass window, and it became shattered with a bang.

"It's the two of them, who say it's your distant relatives, who came to you from the West NS District."

The reception lady introduced the woman who was suspected of being edited by Yang Bing.

Yang Bing glanced at the two people at the door with puzzled eyes, did not speak, but said to the reception lady first: "Thank you, I'll handle it myself here, you go back first." ”

After the people left, she stood in front of the two of them and asked, "Two little ghosts, let's say, where did they come from?" How do you know my name? ”

Tang Mingyao smiled and said: "Allure magnate, your QQ screen name is this, right?" Oh no, I took a look before I left, and you changed it again, what's it called now? Well...... Rainbow reappearance? ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Yang Bing's eyes: "Know my screen name?" Who are you? Or which author? No, my age doesn't look great, is it really a relative I don't know? ”

Poof!

Luo Wenxi couldn't hold back next to him and laughed.

The boyfriend is so funny, he usually looks very serious, and occasionally he pranks him, but he can always make people laugh.

She explained: "Hello Aunt Yang, we are traveling from the southwest, because Tang Mingyao ...... That's him, I've published a few novels in your magazine, and when I passed by here, I wanted to stop by and pay a visit. ”

"Is it really an author? Such a small author, I'm sorry, I can't really remember who you are? ”

Luo Wenxi: "It's the train king." ”

Yang Bing blinked, her pupils dilated rapidly, and her gaze wandered back and forth on Tang Mingyao's body incredibly, and after a while, she pointed at Tang Mingyao and asked, "Train King?" A modern legend? Martial Arts Supreme? ”

Tang Mingyao put away his laughter, and said with a straight face: "It's me, hello Editor Yang." ”

Yang Bing: "......"

Her mind flashed through the limited number of encounters she had with the train king online.

In my impression, the train king is a more mature person, in an orderly manner, clear in his conversation, and occasionally a little funny, coupled with his skillful and smooth writing style, the story structure is novel and complete, three novellas can make the "Hot Wind" magazine successfully transformed, and a long-form serial is to make "Martial Arts Story" climb to a new peak, for three consecutive months, breaking through the sales record of the magazine since its inception......

All of this made Yang Bing always think that the train king was at least a young man who started as a college student.

Maybe it's still an office worker who has been in the society for several years and has some social experience.

But at this moment, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man stood in front of her and said that he himself was the king of trains, which made Yang Bing suddenly feel a ridiculous feeling in his heart.

She made up her mind and said, "This is impossible! The train king must be older than you, this classmate, pretending to be someone else to deceive others is not a good thing. ”

Tang Mingyao couldn't cry or laugh, this was still indescribable.

He thought about his communication with Yang Bing on the Internet and said, "You! Remember! Give me! Send! Shape! Publish! ”

Yang Bing: "......"

This sentence was said by the train king during the last chat between the two, except for the two of them, no one else should know, and even if they knew, they would not say it on such an occasion, let alone say it, the tone is still so similar to the Internet.

She looked at the young man in disbelief, and the image in her heart was subverted and reversed by the facts in front of her, and crumpled into paste.

She said: "The last time I published a single book, I asked you to send me a personal profile, and you wrote a sentence that said, 'I won the first prize in the provincial essay competition when I was in middle school', and I remember it very clearly......"

This sentence was deliberately written by Tang Mingyao, and the effect was to mislead readers...... It means that the author is no longer in middle school.

Now it seems that even the editors were misguided.

He said, "Yes, the award I just won last semester is in the past, is there anything wrong with writing like this?" ”

There's really nothing wrong with it!

Yang Bing felt that there was a mouth of old blood blocked in his heart, and he didn't know where to vomit.

She shook her head speechlessly and said, "You two come in with me, I have seen many strange people and strange things in my life, and you are the strangest I have ever seen." ”

Tang Mingyao remained polite, only laughing and not talking.

Entering the door of the magazine, the reception lady was at the front desk, touching up her makeup with a small mirror, and when she saw them, she asked, "Sister Yang, is it really your relative in the countryside?" It's really far enough to go thousands of miles. ”

Yang Bing said angrily: "What relatives?" The Train King is here! ”

The young lady was puzzled: "What train king?" ”

Yang Bing: "What else can be a train king, that is, the train king who wrote "Modern Jianghu Legend" and "Martial Arts Supreme", can there be a second train king in this world?" ”

The young lady's hand shook, and the small mirror of makeup fell off.

She pointed at Tang Mingyao and the others with a nail painted with cardamom red: "Huohuo......"

It's been on fire for a long time, but I can't say the second half.

Yang Bing ignored her and led the two into his office.

"Sit down! The office is a bit small, don't dislike it. ”

"Thank you."

"No thanks, you didn't come to say hello to me in advance, but you really gave me a big surprise. By the way, what do you call this one? Yang Bing looked at Luo Wenxi and asked.

Tang Mingyao did not shy away from it: "My girlfriend, we came out to play together." ”

Get!

Another surprise.

Are middle school students already so arrogant when they fall in love now, and they have no scruples in front of adults.

Yang Bing thought about it, it seems that it is really not strange for a person like the train king to be able to write those mature and smooth, creative and surprising novels, and fall in love.

She looked at the happy little girl and said, "You two are a good match." ”

Tang Mingyao said thank you again.

When the tea was brewed, Yang Bing sat back in front of his computer, clicked on the file inside, and asked, "Since you are here in person, it just so happens that the plot in your novel has some questions, and we will discuss it." ”

As he spoke, he took a small section of the content of "Martial Arts Supreme" to be serialized next month, and asked if there would be any problems with this story going like this later.

Tang Mingyao knew that Editor Yang was testing him to see if he was really the train king, so he immediately remained silent and talked about the follow-up plot, and explained the manuscript that had been handed over to the editorial department after a few sentences, and explained the plot ideas that had not yet been written, the high #tide # points of the article, and the thoughts of the final finale.

Yang Bing nodded and listened frequently, at the beginning there was still a heart of scrutiny, but gradually she was substituted into the atmosphere, and discussed with him seriously, and chatted for half an hour, and when the topic finally came to an end, she woke up and remembered what her original intention was.

But there is nothing to doubt, how can the fake train king be so clear about the subsequent plot development and novel setting of "Martial Arts Supreme", and he can talk so professionally.

Except for himself, there should be no second person in this world.