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Chapter 71 Prank

"It's a supplement, an increase in the circulation of the supplement soliciting articles." Qiu Huoming repeated with some doubt.

"If that's the case, I suggest you just submit your application directly to Wulin or Jin Gu Chuan Qi. Their readers prefer martial arts and strange stories. Supplements may not necessarily have an impact. Today's magazines rely on the subscription volume of the previous year..." Gu Xiaoran analyzed.

Qiu Huoming nodded. He didn't know much about physical publications, but after hearing what she said, he suddenly understood.

"Then I'll just stick to the rules and submit my realistic literature novel to Contemporary. They have high requirements for short stories, which I happen to be good at. So I'll just submit this novel to Wulin."

Ding Yu, who was standing by, ignored their conversation, silently gathered the manuscript on the table, moved it to his own desk, and began to read it.

Halfway through the morning class, Yu looked straight at him with a resentful look.

Qiu Huoming calmly put away the manuscripts and stuffed them back into his schoolbag. At noon, as soon as he got out of school, he went to the post office and mailed the manuscripts along with the outline to the editor of "Wulin" magazine, and also wrote a letter back to the editor of Contemporary.

Taking out a piece of letter paper, he began to write a reply. It was always a good thing to have a good relationship with the editor these days.

After the morning class, Qiu Huoming was called over by Li Ming, who asked him the same question to which they had different answers.

He patiently explained his solution to the problem.

Li Ming got this question right, but He Xinxin got it wrong. The closer the exam got, the more unstable He Xinxin's performance seemed.

After explaining his thoughts, Qiu Huoming took back his homework book and returned to his seat.

Li Ming glanced at He Xinxin. In the class, the two of them always competed with each other. They would take turns to sit in the first and second place, which was a tacit understanding between the two academic masters.

Li Ming looked at He Xinxin and couldn't help asking, "Is everything going on at home? I think you seem to be absent-minded in class recently."

He Xinxin shook her head. "It's been a season change recently, so I haven't been sleeping well. It will be fine in a few days."

She returned to her seat with her homework book, opened her schoolbag, and saw the letter in it at a glance. The letter was like a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away, but she was still hoping for a lucky break, so she simply put the letter in her textbook and ignored it.

Zhang Jian hasn't come to class for a while. It is said that his family has got him a place in a technical school, so he can go directly to work after graduation.

Chen Yong has been very well behaved recently. He is either sleeping or reading quietly. He will join the army after his graduation exams.

Without these two troublemakers in the class, everything has been pretty peaceful lately.

After returning from the break, Qiu Huoming went to the toilet first. When he returned to the classroom, he found He Xinxin lying on the table crying.

Li Ming stood under the podium with a gloomy face, and there were some scraps of paper on the ground.

He was about to ask when Ding Yu pulled him aside and whispered to him, "The study committee member wrote a love letter to the class monitor. I don't know who posted it on the blackboard. It was discovered as soon as I entered the classroom."

Qiu Huoming looked at Chen Yong at first sight.

Ding Yu shook his head and said, "It's not him. He also entered the class later."

"So when did he go for morning exercises?"

Ding Yu was stunned, but no one noticed this.

Chen Yong stood at the door with a few classmates with an innocent look on his face and did not come in for a long time.

Qiu Huoming looked at him and felt that something was wrong.

Chen Yong was a narrow-minded person with a vindictive character. Compared with the grudge between him and Qiu Huoming, he probably hated Li Ming's betrayal of his friendship more.

Qiu Huoming thought for a moment, then quickly walked to the front of the stage, clapped his hands and said, "Actually, this is a composition exercise. Recently, the class monitor, the study committee member and I have given each other some questions, and we just checked the math answers this morning."

"I haven't even had time to finish writing this composition. I don't know who changed it and played a prank on me. I don't think anyone can trust the character of our class study committee member and monitor. Don't watch the fun..."

His words were obviously meant to confuse people, but they were very effective. Even the first student who saw the letter began to wonder. This so-called love letter seemed to be talking more about the friendship between classmates.

If someone changed the appearance of the letter and posted it, it is possible that they would mistake it for a love letter.

Li Ming's expression looked a little better. He picked up the broom in the corner and swept all the scraps of paper into the wastebasket.

A few more girls came over to comfort He Xinxin.

He Xinxin raised her tear-swollen eyes to glance at Qiu Huoming, then looked at Li Ming, wiped her tears and said in a sobbing voice: "Whoever did it, knows the answer!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the situation immediately changed and everyone began to speculate who had done the prank. The college entrance examination was approaching and it was obvious that someone had ulterior motives to do such a thing.

Qiu Huoming stared at Chen Yong's face, but he remained calm. After entering the classroom, he sat back in his seat and continued to take a nap on the table without saying a word.

Li Ming finished sweeping the floor, walked over, and said to Qiu Huoming: "Let's go out for a walk?"

"Okay." Qiu Huoming followed him to the corridor.

"Who do you suspect?" Li Ming asked in a cold voice.

Qiu Huoming shook his head, "No evidence."

Li Ming said softly: "I have a suspect in my mind. If it is really him, I will make him pay the price."

Li Ming seems to have a mild temper, but he is actually very arrogant.

Qiu Huoming leaned on the railing, said nothing, but reached out and patted his shoulder.

Qiu Huoming believed what he said. He had been the class monitor since junior high school. If he was determined to investigate, many students would be willing to cooperate with him. As long as he found out who was the last person to leave the class, that person would be the most suspicious.

However, this incident also reminded Qiu Huoming that valuables should not be placed in schoolbags.

When the bell rang, Qiu Huoming sat back in his seat and rummaged through his schoolbag. Fortunately, the mischievous classmate let him go this time.

His manuscript was still there, untouched.

After school at noon, he rode his bicycle with his older sister straight to the post office, mailed out the reply letters to the editor of Contemporary Magazine, and also looked up the address of the editorial department of Wulin Magazine.

He sent the manuscript and outline to Wulin, and then he felt relieved. He also went to the stamp counter and was somewhat disappointed to find that the monkey stamps were not restocked.

When he got home, Chen Suniang was cooking pickled mustard greens and meatballs in the kitchen. The aroma passed through the kitchen doors and windows to the door. Qiu Huoming parked his bicycle.

Chen Suniang called out from the kitchen, "You guys are back, come in and help me taste it."

The eldest sister rushed in without hesitation. After a while, she came out with a meatball in her mouth, followed by the youngest sister.

Qiu Huoming leaned over and looked over.

Chen Suniang picked up a steaming meatball and stuffed it into his mouth.

The chewy, salty and fragrant meatballs released their aroma as he bit them gently with his teeth. He endured the heat and ate it to the end.

Then he gave a thumbs up and said, "Mom's cooking skills are so good that she can open a shop."

The pickles are homemade. The snow vegetables in winter are pickled in small vegetable jars. You can take out some when you want to eat them, wash them, dry them, chop them into pieces, and stir-fry them with sesame oil. They are delicious.

If you add meat, even a god wouldn't change it.

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