After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"By the way, Sister Xiuxiu, I wrote this in the notebook, is there any problem?"

After getting the money, Lu Qingfeng suddenly remembered something and asked.

This is not the past, not the era when we had to submit paper manuscripts.

In the past, writers used a kind of grid paper to write articles, which was similar to composition books.

At that time, writers jokingly called it writing.

It's something that evokes memories of the past.

Now, all we use are electronic manuscripts.

It is convenient, but I always feel that I have lost the romance that belonged to writers before.

"fine."

Yang Xiuxiu put away the fairy tale that Lu Qingfeng had written in his homework book and said with a smile.

"Even if it's an electronic manuscript, we still need to reorganize and proofread it. I'm your editor now, so it's my responsibility to do this."

"So, don't feel any psychological burden at all, Teacher Lu."

As he said this, he winked playfully.

Lu Qingfeng was stunned, then laughed a little embarrassedly.

In his lifetime, someone actually called him teacher, which was something he had never dreamed of in his previous life.

"Then I'll trouble you from now on, Editor Yang."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

……

The next morning, Lu Qingfeng got up early on purpose, took the royalties he had just received last night and went to the breakfast shop downstairs in the community to have a hearty breakfast.

He also specially added two eggs and a box of milk to supplement the nutrients his body lacked.

When I got to school, I still copied my homework from my two best friends.

Liu Xin and Hou Xiaobing have also gotten used to it.

After copying the homework, there was still some time before the self-study class started, so the two of them gathered around Lu Qingfeng's desk and started chatting.

"My dad told me last night that I should go to a college to study auto repair so that I can inherit the family shop."

Liu Xin said sullenly.

His grades were not good either. He was a typical poor student and spent most of his time in class reading novels.

He even bought an outdated MP4 for this purpose.

Since cell phones are not allowed in school, you can download novels on MP4.

Lu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"Do you need to go to college to learn auto repair? Can't your dad just teach you directly?"

"My dad said that new energy vehicles will dominate the market in the future and that auto repair technology must keep pace with the times, so he asked me to study this area."

"Then your father has a long-term vision."

My deskmate Lu Hui joined the conversation while chewing a piece of fruit leather.

After yesterday's conversation, he felt that he and Lu Qingfeng were friends.

"But I don't want to be an auto mechanic. I want to write novels."

Liu Xin was very depressed.

He had no interest in the family business, but he didn't dare to disobey his father.

After all, people who work in auto repair have strong hands, and when they pump the Seven Wolves, they make a lot of noise.

Lu Qingfeng was surprised. He didn't expect that his best friend also had a dream of writing.

Think about it, he also wrote online novels for a period of time in his previous life.

As a result, I was scolded to death by readers, and the money I earned was not enough to make up for the psychological trauma.

"You can study and write novels while you're in college. If you can really make some progress, it's not too late to tell your dad."

Hou Xiaobing gave him some advice.

Monkey's grades are the best among the four, so if he works hard, it will be no problem for him to get into a key university.

But his family conditions are average, which may be why he is mentally mature and is the intellectual leader among the three.

"It's a way."

The sadness on Liu Xin's face gradually disappeared, and she happily hugged the monkey.

"Afeng, what about you? What are you planning to do after the college entrance examination?"

Hou Xiaobing shook off his hand and looked at Lu Qingfeng.

The college entrance examination is a watershed in life, and teenagers at this age also begin to learn to think about their future.

Especially those with poor grades, because once they graduate they have to consider the issue of entering society.

"its me."

Lu Qingfeng raised his head. He had always been clear about his goal.

"The job is easy and close to home. Even better, I can earn money by doing nothing."

"Depend on."

"You're thinking shit."

……

The three of them each gave him a middle finger.

At this time, the bell rang and morning self-study began.

Not long after the bell rang, the Chinese teacher came over.

She was holding two thick books in her hands and went straight to Lu Qingfeng.

The class, which had been a bit noisy, quieted down, and all kinds of eyes looked over.

It is normal for a teacher to come to the classroom to check on the students during morning self-study. What is abnormal is that he or she would go to find the student with the worst grades in the class.

Lu Qingfeng was originally recruited as an art student.

So even if his grades are not good, the teacher rarely cares about him.

This was the first time a teacher had met with him alone.

Then, they remembered what was reported yesterday about Lu Qingfeng participating in the New Concept Writing Competition.

And Teacher Chen did come for this matter.

She handed the two New Concept Composition Collections in her hand to Lu Qingfeng and said as she stood beside him.

"Look around these past couple of days. Although there are no topic requirements for the New Concept Essay, the judges do have clear preferences."

"These two books contain excellent articles by previous New Concept Composition masters. You can learn more about them."

"I brought the computer. You can come over anytime during lunch break."

After saying that, he patted him on the shoulder and left.

Suddenly, things in the class became a little strange.

It's probably one of those 'look, there's a conspicuous bag here' kind of things.

"Lu Qingfeng."

After morning self-study, someone came to the door, a boy who looked like a hippopotamus.

Why is it said to be like a hippopotamus?

Because of the big mouth.

Lu Qingfeng knew him, his name was Huang Qingyang.

There were two people in the class who disliked him, one was Zhou Jing and the other was him.

Zhou Jing turned from a fan to a hater, while Huang Qingyang's dislike seemed a bit abstract.

This guy is arrogant, likes to show off, and loves to show off. He always does unexpected things to attract attention.

But because there was Lu Qingfeng, the walking spotlight in the class at that time, naturally not many people paid attention to him.

A person who likes to show off cannot tolerate the existence of someone who is more awesome than him.

Naturally, I became hostile towards him.

As I recall, there were many scenes where Huang Qingyang made fun of him.

As for the original self, either his best friends would stand up for him or he would endure it silently without saying a word.

"Are you really going to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition?"

Huang Qingyang has a big mouth and a loud voice, which attracted the attention of the whole class.

The numerous gazes made him feel somewhat complacent.

"Yeah, do you want to join in too?"

Lu Qingfeng glanced at him and nodded.

"You'd better not participate. It's embarrassing, you know? Your writing is so bad. If you participate in the competition, other schools will find out and see your essay. They will laugh at our school."

He spoke very loudly and made gestures while speaking, which made the classmates in the class laugh.

This made him even more proud.

Zhou Jing, who was sitting in the front row, giggled like a hen.

"Mind your own business, Big Mouth Huang."

Liu Xin and Hou Xiaobing rushed up immediately to rescue him.

"Why don't you mind my business? His writing is terrible, and it will damage the reputation of the entire school."

Huang Qingyang raised his head, not at all afraid, and even brought the entire school to support him.

"Mr. Huang, normally if my writing is too bad, the competition will directly reject it, the composition will not be published, and no one will see it."

Lu Qingfeng kindly reminded him that there was a logical error in his words.

Huang Qingyang choked.

he continued.

"Besides, how can you be sure that what I write is bad?"

"Hahaha."

Huang Qingyang laughed with his mouth wide open.

"With your grades, you can write a good composition. I wash my hair standing upside down."

"Who are you looking down on? My brother Lu is the one who contributes articles to the magazine."

At this time, Lu Hui suddenly said something that attracted everyone's attention.

what?

Submit articles to magazines.

For students, the thing they come into contact with most in their daily lives is books, and words have a certain sacredness to them.

Plus, the magazine here hasn’t completely ended.

In life, parents will not let them read novels, but they will not prevent them from reading literary magazines.

Even schools require students to read more extracurricular reading materials.

So, if you tell your classmates that you are writing an online novel, they may make fun of you.

But if you tell them that your article was published in a magazine, they will just think you are awesome.

Therefore, Lu Hui's words brought Lu Qingfeng a new round of ridicule.

"Hahaha, if Lu Qingfeng's writing could be published in a magazine, I, Huang Qingyang, would eat everything in the school toilet."

Lu Qingfeng sighed.

Why bother? He is so young and doesn’t learn his lesson. He just eats and drinks for free.

At the same time, Yang Xiuxiu walked into the magazine's door.