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

Teacher Chen was very pleased. She initially supported Lu Qingfeng to participate in the competition more out of her sense of responsibility as a teacher.

As for expecting him to get a place in the competition, that was really unthinkable.

This is true even now.

But teaching and educating people, seeing students who hardly spoke and were in a daze all day long working hard to achieve their goals.

After all, I am happy inside.

"Now that you have an idea, write it according to your own ideas. What about the subject matter?"

"Be environmentally friendly."

The New Concept Writing Competition is the first and most important step in Lu Qingfeng's idol revival plan.

So, he is ready to come up with some heavyweight works.

In terms of influence and spread, it should at least not be lower than Han Han's "Seeing People in a Cup".

He had a particularly suitable short story in his mind, and this article was also included in the textbook.

Lu Qingfeng has been impressed by this text ever since he learned it.

Teacher Chen didn't plan to say much about this.

Composition is a very personal and subjective expression of thoughts.

Too much intervention will only bring harm and no benefits.

When I was in school, there were basically no Chinese teachers who taught students how to write essays.

After a brief pause, she switched to a more friendly tone.

"Student Lu, I support you in participating in the New Concept Composition competition. But as I've learned before, participation is key in this kind of thing. I think experiencing something unique in your academic career will benefit both your present and your future."

"So, don't put too much pressure on yourself and think that you have to achieve a certain result to be considered successful. That will defeat the original purpose of your teacher letting you participate in the competition. Do you understand?"

Lu Qingfeng naturally knew why she said that. If he had his own thoughts, there was no need to tell this responsible teacher.

Now just pretend to be a good and obedient student.

"I understand, teacher."

……

After returning home from school in the evening, Lu Qingfeng took stock of his financial situation.

Breakfast cost ten yuan, and dinner in the school cafeteria didn't cost much either.

The main thing I did was treat my best friend to lunch and top up 20 yuan worth of Q coins for him.

I still have 1,585 yuan left.

If you spend this money frugally, there will be no problem for three months.

The house we live in is rented and the rent is paid annually, so it’s not a big problem and we don’t have to worry about sleeping on the streets for the time being.

Water and electricity bills are also prepaid.

Living problems have been initially guaranteed.

Lu Qingfeng also began to have new prospects.

He took out pen and paper.

First of all, you need to restore your body.

This body is in too great a state of weakness. Even with the bonus of the Nine-tailed Fox's talent, it is hard to exert much power in this skinny state.

So, that’s the number one priority right now.

High-quality proteins such as meat, eggs and milk should be included in your daily diet. At the same time, you should also add snacks to your diet, and you should also ensure that you have all the vitamins you are missing.

Then, buy a mobile phone as soon as possible.

Life without the Internet is really inconvenient.

Whether it is for subsequent plans or to obtain information from the outside world, a mobile phone is indispensable.

Even after calculating this way, the money I have is still too little.

"My main way of making money now is still contributing. Although Sister Xiuxiu's line is stable, it's a bit too much to produce so many fairy tales at once."

“I’ve just started in this field, and even if I’m bursting with inspiration, I still need to go through a process of sorting it out and writing it down.”

He tapped his pen bit by bit, thinking in his mind.

“Looks like it’s time to expand the submission routes.”

After making the decision, I was about to pack up and go find Yang Xiuxiu when there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw a pretty girl in home clothes.

"Sister Xiuxiu."

"I figured you were almost done with school, so I came to see you on time."

Yang Xiuxiu's smile is as graceful as ever.

"I just wanted to look for you. Come in and sit down."

Lu Qingfeng let her in, but then felt a little embarrassed.

"There's nothing at home, and no water to boil, so I can't entertain you."

He brought over the only piece of furniture, a plastic stool.

Yang Xiuxiu took a quick look and said with a smile.

"It's okay, at least it's clean. I thought your house would be a mess since you're a boy."

"You don't have to treat me to anything. I came here to tell you something good. Your two manuscripts will be published in this month's magazine. Congratulations, Teacher Lu."

"Why so fast?" Lu Qingfeng was a little surprised.

After submitting his manuscript, Lu Qingfeng learned that "Children's Literature" is published on the 10th of every month.

The process of soliciting manuscripts, typesetting, finalizing the issue, printing, and finally distributing the magazine to the market is a tedious one.

All the articles were basically finalized before typesetting. Three days have already passed this month, and the magazine should have entered the process of finalizing the publication.

He just submitted the article and it was published right away. How fast is that? Is he crazy?

Although it's also a good thing for him.

"This month is special, a new section has been added to the club."

Yang Xiuxiu told him about the premium column, and then said.

"Qingfeng, this is also a good thing for you. You have a great talent for writing and you can definitely become a professional writer in the future."

"Furthermore, the ceiling for fairy tale writers is very high, and their copyright income is also among the highest."

This is true.

No one is young forever, but there is always someone who is a child.

As long as children are born in this world, the child-related industry will be an industry that will never set.

Famous fairy tale writers don’t have to worry about making money.

In his previous life, there was a fairy tale king named Zheng Yuanjie, who had been on the list of richest writers for many years by writing a number of classic characters such as Shuke, Beta, and Pippi Longstocking.

"Of course, quality is king in writing. Do you have any inspiration recently? Write a few more manuscripts for me."

Yang Xiuxiu looked at him expectantly; this was the main reason she came here.

You are not sleepy, someone sent you a pillow.

Lu Qingfeng nodded immediately: "I have the inspiration, but I haven't started writing yet. I will start writing in the next two days."

Yang Xiuxiu was satisfied and said.

"You were looking for me just now, what's the matter?"

"Yes, Sister Xiuxiu. I want to ask if you know any editors from other magazines. I have some other stories in mind."

Yang Xiuxiu frowned slightly when she heard this, and said after thinking for a while.

"I do know a few editors from other magazines, but Qingfeng, a person's energy is limited. You've shown a strong talent for fairy tales. You might consider making some progress in that area before considering other types of writing."

Yang Xiuxiu meant well and what she said was true.

Normally, no writer would start writing across genres right from the start.

But the problem is that he is not in a normal situation.

"I know, Sister Xiuxiu, I just want to try it."

He just found a reason.

After hearing this, Yang Xiuxiu stopped trying to stop him.

But she made up her mind that if this submission failed, she would let this boy next door use his talent in the right place.

He gave out some editors' contact information and email addresses one after another, and Lu Qingfeng wrote them down in his notebook one by one.

After it was over, Yang Xiuxiu said.

"Every magazine published this month will give a sample copy to the writers who submitted their manuscripts. Do you want me to bring yours back for you?"

Lu Qingfeng's eyes lit up.

"No, Sister Xiuxiu, can I trouble you for something?"

As he spoke, he explained his thoughts in detail.

Yang Xiuxiu found it a little funny, but still agreed.

This kid only looks like a high school student now.