Rebirth Game Tycoon

Early the next morning, Lu Menglin packed the manuscript of the 30,000-character novel into his schoolbag and took it to school.

In the afternoon when the physical education class came, Lu Menglin took the opportunity to sneak out of the campus. He wanted to find a place to print out the manuscript, but he didn't find a computer that could connect to the printer after several laps.

It was only then that he realized that it is now in 1998 and Liufang does not have a typing and copying business because there is no such market demand.

There is a black internet cafe near the campus, but it is just a few computers with games. There is no internet connection at all and no printing service is provided.

It is estimated that the factory office has this kind of equipment, but for a high school student like Lu Menglin, I am afraid that there is no chance to use it.

After much deliberation, the many inconveniences were due to lack of money!

If you have money, you can go to the provincial capital to buy a laptop, and you can even buy a printer. But how can Lu Menglin make such an unreasonable request to his parents?

It seems that there is no other way but to send the manuscript!In desperation, Lu Menglin ran all the way to the post office, asked for a large envelope, put the manuscript into the envelope, and then filled in the address of the "Sci-Fi World" magazine and the contact person to receive the manuscript. He gritted his teeth and spent three yuan. Only a large envelope was thrown into the post box.

As soon as the submission letter was sent out, Lu Menglin regretted it. Why did he post the manuscript directly?What if someone doesn't reject the manuscript, or takes the manuscript and changes the author's name?

"I should copy a copy and vote again. After all, I am still inexperienced!" Lu Menglin regretted a little, but he didn't recruit at this time. It seems that he can only hope that the editor's character of this era is reliable.

After finishing the business, Lu Menglin returned to campus.

For him, the submission of "Science Fiction World" was just a brainstorm and a game of idle chess. If the manuscript can be passed smoothly, I believe that the manuscript fee of more than 30,000 words should have a lot of income.

However, Lu Menglin knows very well that his current main task is to improve his academic performance, because this is what his parents want to see most.

Moreover, I have already agreed with my father that the performance of the next monthly exam will directly determine my father's choice, which is equivalent to adjusting the future direction of the Lu family.

The last two classes in the afternoon are politics.

The political teacher who taught the second grade of high school was surnamed Xu. He was a fat old man. His head looked like a big water scoop. He had piercing bull eyes. The hairline was already invisible on his bald head.

Old man Xu is considered to be a good gentleman in the eyes of the students. He never has much trouble in class. He basically reads the textbook with his head shaking his head in every class. After he finishes reading, he will let everyone study by himself. He never punishes students physically, and he doesn't even yell loudly , Class ends on time every day and never delays.

Among Lu Menglin's several liberal arts grades, politics is a bit weaker, so he is particularly serious when taking political classes.

I used to be ignorant when I was in school, but now I am a human again. After listening carefully to this old Mr. Xu's lecture, I immediately heard Lu Menglin shaking his head repeatedly.

This old gentleman is a good person, but the level of his lectures is really not flattering. Apart from reading textbooks and drawing some important points he takes for granted, he has little value in increasing the knowledge of students.

Of course, this is also related to the content of the political course itself. Who knows that the social changes in the next few decades will be too rapid, whether it is economic development or ideology, there will be earth-shaking changes, the politics learned in the textbooks Nouns and terms are completely out of keeping up with the times and are almost useless.

Coupled with a lecture method like Mr. Xu, it is not much different from self-study.

Therefore, the discipline in politics class is relatively lax.

The classmates in the front row looked down at the textbook, listened to Old Man Xu's reading, and made points.

The students in the middle simply write homework for other subjects in the politics class, so that the burden of homework after returning home can be easier.

As for the group of people sitting in the back row of the classroom, some whispered to each other, and some of them put a thick book of "Heaven Slaying the Dragon" in the class, and the two at the same table touched their heads, watching with gusto.

The atmosphere in the classroom is relaxed and subtle, just as described in the political textbook, harmonious development and stability are the mainstay.

While listening to Old Man Xu reading the textbook, Lu Menglin thought to himself, this politics class did not learn anything, should he get some of the political examination papers of previous years, and find the key content by himself is the right way.

While thinking about it, Lu Menglin suddenly heard a strange sound, one after another, quite rhythmic.

Huh...huh....huh...huh!

Turning around, Lu Menglin couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that it was Wang Shaoxiao, a fat man who actually slept in class.

You just slept in class, and you even made a very sweet snoring sound.

The students around heard the thunderous snoring, and then looked at Wang Shaoxiao's expression, a happy expression on his face, and the saliva from the corners of his mouth wet the textbook.

Haha!There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Old man Xu was a little inexplicable when everyone laughed. He put down the textbook in his hand and took a closer look. Then he saw Wang Shaoxiao who was sleeping soundly.

The old gentleman shook his head again and again, and said with a sad face: "Classmates, by this time next year..."

The laughter in the classroom remained unabated, and Old Man Xu's voice was suppressed.

Boom!Old man Xu threw the textbook in his hand on the podium, which shocked the students who were laughing wildly.

"You... are in your third year of high school!" Old man Xu finally vomited out what he had been holding back.

At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone rarely saw Old Man Xu getting angry, so naturally he was much more honest.

But at this moment, Wang Shaoxiao, who had been sleeping very sweetly, suddenly stood up suddenly, and his whole body was stunned.

He was awkwardly asleep, but the noise in the classroom suddenly became quiet, and suddenly he woke him up.

And he happened to hear the second half of the words from Teacher Xu. The fat man's complexion changed drastically. Two thick black eyebrows were raised, and he looked at Lu Menglin next to him with a frown. Horrified: "High, senior year of high school? Me, how long did I sleep?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole class was taken aback, and then burst into laughter.

The laughter at this moment almost overturned the entire roof.

Lu Menglin also couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this fat man's imagination was really rich, and he thought that he would go straight to the third year of high school.

"Idiot, he is as stupid as a pig! Rotten wood cannot be carved!" Old man Xu was so angry that he shook his head and sighed.

In a blink of an eye, it’s a good time to end school. Although there will be evening self-study later, the end of school itself is still the most anticipated thing every day for Guang University students.

Lu Menglin simply cleaned up the desktop and was about to leave.

Su Xuehen, who was sitting in the middle of the third row of the classroom, suddenly turned around and walked to the back row.

This unusual behavior of her surprised the students around her.

Usually Su Xuehen seldom plays with classmates. Every day after school, she will drop in home with her two fixed female companions. There has never been a change.

What day is today?Su Xuehen actually went to the back row?What is she going to do?

Everyone was astonished watching Su Xuehen walk all the way to the last row of the classroom and came to Lu Menglin's desk.

"Don't go, wait for me." Su Xuehen's expression was extraordinarily calm, staring at Lu Menglin intently, and said softly.

Although her expression was calm, her small hands clenched unintentionally exposed her true feelings.

Lu Menglin nodded, not surprised at all.

After Su Xuehen finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving only a fluttering back figure in white.

The students around who noticed this scene looked at the two people in the conversation with their surprised eyes, and they were all guessing, how could these two people who are usually not related to each other get involved?

The soul of gossip in Fat Wang Shaoxiao's eyes was burning, and he leaned over.

"Boss, boss! What's going on? Su, Su...how did the monitor find you? What did she do with you?"

Wang Shaoxiao didn't even dare to call out Su Xuehen's full name. After holding back for a long time, he dared to shout out after changing to the squad leader.

Lu Menglin shrugged and smiled faintly: "How do I know? She didn't say why."

In fact, Lu Menglin already felt that the squad leader did not pay attention to him all day, and he deliberately avoided his gaze, as if he was treated as air.

Maybe it has something to do with the girl who met Jiang Jinghong in the guest house last Saturday!Lu Menglin secretly wondered.