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

The next few days were calm.

Lu Qingfeng insisted on hanging up the prepared things every day when he went out, and when he came back at night, he would check to see if there were any signs of anyone coming. If not, he would hang them up again the next day.

As May arrived, the school had its fourth mock exam. The structure and difficulty of the exam were very close to the college entrance examination, but the results were not optimistic.

The scores of the entire Class 2 students are much lower than usual. This college entrance examination is quite difficult.

Lu Qingfeng unexpectedly made considerable progress.

"Damn, how come your Chinese and history scores are higher than mine."

After the results were released, several people gathered at Hou Xiaobing's seat.

After comparing their scores, Liu Xin exclaimed in disbelief.

Lu Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Brothers also need to have some dignity."

In fact, the reason is very simple. The reason for his high scores in Chinese and history is due to his habit of reading a lot of books in order to accumulate materials for writing.

Compared to science subjects that emphasize logical thinking, the questions in liberal arts exams are more idealistic and subjective factors account for a large proportion.

Reading more books will help you come up with more high-quality answers.

Unlike math and English, if you don’t understand, you really don’t understand.

Therefore, his grades in these subjects were very poor and even worse than usual.

They are in the liberal arts class, and the total scores of the seven subjects are over 200, which is a real improvement compared to the previous score of only 100.

Lu Hui performed slightly better than him, scoring around 260 points; Liu Xin was slightly higher, scoring 280 points.

The last one is Hou Xiaobing, the top student among the four.

582 points, according to the score line in previous years, this score is absolutely enough to get into a key university.

But he himself was not satisfied, because his usual test scores were around 600. If he could get this score in the college entrance examination, he could be admitted to a 211 university.

At this moment, he was struggling with the wrong questions on the test paper.

Seeing him like this, the few people didn't disturb him.

"Let's go pee."

The three poor students had no psychological burden. After throwing away the test papers, they made an appointment to go to the toilet to play a copy.

"Wait a minute."

Lu Hui first stuffed his snacks into the desk.

It is a kind of food called sucking straw, which is a short straw filled with colorful powders with various flavors.

“Where did you get all these?”

Lu Qingfeng really admired him.

This kind of snack was only available when he was in elementary and junior high school in his previous life, but it seems to be rarely seen now.

I don't see any for sale near No. 3 Middle School?

“There’s a primary school near our house, and there’s an old lady selling these.”

"Next time, bring some for me."

Lu Qingfeng also likes these snacks.

As they talked, the three of them walked out arm in arm.

When they reached the door, they almost bumped into someone, and the three of them stepped back in fright.

Looking closely, it was Zhou Jing.

Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. She looked up at the three of them and then said sullenly.

"Lu Qingfeng, Teacher Chen wants to see you and asks you to come over."

After saying that, he walked around the three of them and returned to the classroom.

"She failed the exam this time. She must have been scolded by Teacher Chen."

Liu Xin said quietly.

Lu Qingfeng shrugged.

"You two go first, I'll go to Teacher Chen's office."

……

"Teacher Chen, call me."

"Here you go, sit down."

Teacher Chen was the only one in the office. He was tidying up the desk. When he saw him coming, he put his things aside.

"This time, my Chinese language scores have improved a lot."

"It's mainly because the foundation is poor, but I'm making rapid progress."

Lu Qingfeng said modestly.

"You are self-aware."

Teacher Chen couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, you're very smart. If you had studied harder, your grades wouldn't be like this now. You should have no problem getting into a good university."

"However, you still have another way. It's not too late. Have you made good preparations recently?"

"Well, I've read all the excellent essays from previous Literature Cups online, and I also read the books you gave me, Teacher Chen, every day."

"That's good."

Teacher Chen said with relief.

"You have a talent for writing, but you can't relax. The essay assignment is very different from your usual writing."

"First determine the theme and then write, and be especially careful not to stray from the topic. Otherwise, no matter how well you write, you won't get a good ranking."

"Finally, the paper should be neat. Do not erase wrong words, just cross them out."

Teacher Chen was very attentive in giving instructions on these matters one by one.

In fact, what needs to be said has been said many times.

But Lu Qingfeng still listened attentively.

"I don't have much else to say. You've come this far thanks to yourself. Keep up the good work."

Teacher Chen finally patted him on the shoulder.

"I still want to thank Teacher Chen for your help along the way."

Lu Qingfeng stood up and bowed sincerely.

Being a teacher is not an easy profession. If you get involved in too much, people will accuse you of meddling in other people's affairs.

If you don't care, you will be accused of being irresponsible.

Taking the original body as an example, the bad situation can actually be seen, and the teacher can control the students in the class and try not to let them be bullied.

But is it possible to reach out to his family and help him?

There may be such teachers, but looking across the country, how many are there?

Most teachers are willing to help students as long as they are willing to work hard.

If you are stuck in a quagmire and the rope is handed to you, you are still unwilling to grab it.

At this time, how can you blame others for not saving you?

This is the tragedy of the original body.

But the teachers in this school are all normal and good teachers.

Lu Qingfeng is also a person who can distinguish right from wrong, so he is truly grateful.

Teacher Chen helped him up.

"These are what teachers should do. I don't think I've helped you much. It's mainly up to you to do well."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop repeating the same old stuff. I have one more thing to tell you. 'Mengya' magazine sent you a message, asking you to write an article."

"Sprout Magazine?"

"Yes, you participated in the New Concept Essay Competition under the name of the school, and you used my computer and email to submit your manuscript. They didn't have your contact information there, so you sent me a message."

Lu Qingfeng scratched his head, a little confused.

It’s not necessary to ask for an article just because of an essay.

The quality of "Hey - Come Out" is as high as that of a three or four-story building, but it does not fit the tone of this magazine.

"Mengya" is synonymous with youth literature, which can be seen from the columns in the magazine.

Novel Family, Campus Spring, Youthful Thoughts, Campus Scan, First Contact, Foreign Fax, Club Page, etc.

His current main works focus on fairy tales, which is quite different from the cultural brand "Mengya".

"I guess it's the value of the Peking University Literature Cup that makes Mengya want to place a bet in advance."

"This magazine is known as the cradle of young writers. The potential you've shown now is worth it. It's just a simple email, and the magazine is guaranteed to make a profit."

Teacher Chen’s guess makes some sense.

Lu Qingfeng also thought that this should be the case.

"They gave me their contact information. Please write it down. You can consider submitting your work after the Literary Cup."

Lu Qingfeng nodded in agreement, wrote down the contact information of the editor of "Mengya", and said goodbye.

At noon, he went to a bookstore outside and bought a book called "Years of Reasoning"

His first detective novel was published there.