The classmates who had opened books before, even if they had been eunuchs for a long time, picked up old books and continued to write them for the sake of that rotten money.

As long as you can enter the academy, counting the subsidy given by the Apocalypse system, you can get exactly two pieces of money in total, so you can get at least 2,000 yuan a month!

For a student, this money is more than enough to spend.

Originally, in the class, Chen Miao, who had mediocre grades and some mothers, was a person with no sense of existence, but now many classmates have learned from the people in the society and called him "Brother Sanshui".

The Society's third induction ceremony is about to take place, just after school on Friday.

The first batch came in 75 people, the second batch came 44 people, and by the time the third batch arrived, there were already 100 people.

These people add up to half of the number of students in the school.

So many people have become serial authors of the Apocalypse system, which shows the popularity of online articles.

Looking at their excessive enthusiasm, Chen Miao felt that even if the review of the Apocalypse system would become more and more strict in the future, it was very likely that more people would come than this time when they received people next time!

Although it is a good thing that there are more people, Chen Miao understands that the society cannot be so unrestrained and blindly expanded.

After communicating with other schools, Chen Miao knew that Meng Ran from Duxing High School and Han Meimei from Foreign Chinese Middle School also thought the same way.

There are quite a few people in their school who have joined the society now, especially the foreign Chinese middle school, which is now a little bloated.

The threshold for entering the society should be provided, and Chen Miao felt that if he wanted to enter the club in the future, in addition to the requirement of serialized books, he also had to add additional grade requirements.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the school to support the larger and larger number of societies, and the original intention of the society was not to add everyone to it, but to take the elite route.

The budget is just that, and if it is made into a big pot of rice, the end result is probably that everyone will not have enough to eat.

My writing at the same table is good, since I want to shrink the scale of learning to recruit new people, I don't let Yu Lingling go in first now, I'm afraid it will be more difficult in the future.

After thinking about it, Chen Miao put his brain into Yu Lingling's ear and whispered: "Yu Lingling, do you want to open a book too, I will open a back door for you to enter the society, and take up the quota first." ”

"Not interested. The spirit refused.

She only loves to read, not to write.

Reading is leisure and entertainment.

As for writing a book...... That is, to endure hardships and suffering, life is already so hard, why squeeze your own spare time?

Yu Lingling is very open-minded, she doesn't like to write, so there is no need to embarrass herself in order to catch this trend.

And I know my own character, it's just a good writing, if I don't write well and few people read it, Yu Lingling estimates that he won't be able to persevere.

So she still admires Chen Miao very much? Although knowing that he has been hitting the streets? But Yu Lingling knew that Chen Miao had maintained his identity as a street fighter, and he had persisted for at least three years.

Hit the street for three years and still be like this...... This is the courage to face the bleakness of life.

Hey?

Thinking of this? The Spirit of the Guardian suddenly grasped a glimmer of inspiration.

The last time Chen Miao gave her money was just a month ago? It seems to be the number one.

After flipping through the collection records with Chen Miao, Yu Lingling confirmed that it was the rent paid on the day of the press release last month!

The time to give money twice should be the time when the manuscript is inspired.

So the money Chen Miao earns...... It's also a manuscript fee?!

The Spirit was taken aback by his speculation.

Isn't that great? Zhang Wenyuan is the first person in their school and even all the middle schools in Linhai, even so, he only got 15,000 manuscript fees last month? But Chen Miaoguang gave her more than 15,000 money last month!

This guy? It's definitely not a street fight.

Yu Lingling suddenly became a little interested in Chen Miao's book.

"Chen Miao, what's the name of your book. Yu Lingling asked coldly.

"Call ......! you talk to me!" Chen Miao reacted halfway through speaking, and closed her mouth in time? Keep your secret.

"Hee-hee. ”

This guy is quite defensive, right? Next time, I will be sure to let you say it in person.

Although I want to check, there are too many ways to let Chen Miao say it by himself, and then the fun of being annoyed is incomparable to finding out quietly by himself.

A spoonful of the remaining half of the cute rabbit's head was picked up, and the spirit of the dragon ate it in one bite.

The cake is so sweet.

Start the morning with a good mood? The spirit of the king was squinted at the sweetness of the cake.

She held the little rabbit that had no head, looked at Chen Miao with a defensive face and smiled.

Let's just keep it a secret for now, right? I'll know for sure in the end, anyway.

This little bit of self-confidence Yu Lingling had it, and her mood instantly became better.

Seeing that the spirit of the spirit is no longer asked? Chen Miao thought that she had passed the code drop crisis, and she was also in a good mood.

Now the attention of everyone in the class is Zhang Wenyuan, an inspirational idol who "got rich" overnight after sending a manuscript fee? No one paid attention to the conversation here.

He bumped the Spirit Spirit with his shoulder? Whispered, "Would you like to eat something delicious at night?" To go or not?"

"What to eat?" the spirit felt a little disinterested.

"Barbecue!"

For Chen Miao, eating barbecue is already a top-notch hospitality.

Today, everyone has paid for the manuscript, and the chat group is in full swing.

Just now they were saying that since the money was paid, it would be better to have a party tonight.

Chen Miao proposed to make a self-service barbecue, and everyone paid some money according to each person, went to the school gate to buy skewers, rented a few sets of stoves, and took them back to roast and eat by themselves!

So Chen Miao thought about bringing the Imperial Spirit Spirit with him, and he would die for dozens of yuan by himself, and he could afford this money!

I just finished sending the manuscript fee, when will it not float at this time?

By the end of last week, the students' watches were already available in the Apocalypse system.

The authors' permissions are more open, although they are not completely released, but they can already communicate with each other in the group chat on campus, which is different from the previous one-line contact with the teacher and Chen Miao, and the group chat became popular all of a sudden.

are all authors, typing faster than ordinary people, and there are many words, and the minute-by-minute message is 999+, Chen Miao can't see it a little, and he has modified the frequency of group chats, which is limited to 30 seconds and can only send one message in a few seconds.

"Brother Sanshui, don't!"

There was a wail in the group, and Chen Miao was circled countless times.

"@穆云, Mr. Mu is in the group, let's take it easy, don't be sanctioned just after opening the permission. ”

Chen Miao clicked on Mu Yun, who had never spoken in the group, and reminded everyone that there was still a referee.

"Chairman Chen, did I mean to invite me to barbecue tonight?"

“！”

“！！”

“！！！”

Teacher Mu ...... Yes......" Of course, Chen Miao would not admit that he was casually around.

He circled Mu Yun because he thought that Mu Yun had blocked this group, so he was fearless, but he didn't expect her to see it.

Voyeur Party?

Thinking of the money that was about to be spent, Chen Miao sighed in his heart.

Misguided.