After being reborn, I gained a childhood sweetheart who appeared out of nowhere.

2009 10 Month 8 Day.

In the evening, the teaching building of the No. 1 Middle School was brightly lit. The classroom of Class 5 of Grade 1 was very lively. Students who came to study in the evening moved around and chatted. Of course, most of them were catching up on their homework.

Lin Chuan had just sat down when Wang Xu came over and called out, "Old Lin!"

"What?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Emergency! Have you finished your homework?" Wang Xu asked.

"Um."

"Let me copy this!" Wang Xu said without any hesitation.

"Why don't you find someone with good grades? Mine might not be the right one," Lin Chuan said.

"It's okay, I'll copy the mistakes too," Wang Xu said with a strong sense of brotherly loyalty. "What kind of relationship do we have? Why would I care about this?"

"Heh, I gave you a chance but you didn't do it," Lin Chuan said.

"What?"

"Isn't Zhao Jiajia's academic performance quite good?" Lin Chuan reminded her, "Why don't you ask her? You two can chat about your studies or something."

"Huh?" Wang Xu paused, a little hesitant. "Why do you want to see her?"

"What do you think?" Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow.

Wang Xu smiled awkwardly, "We're just ordinary classmates."

"I haven't asked yet."

Wang Xu scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

Lin Chuan still asked, "Which test paper haven't you finished?"

"Mathematics and English!" Wang Xu thought as if he had seen a savior.

Lin Chuan pulled out several test papers.

"Thank you, you're my savior. If my brother hadn't looked down on me, I would definitely have offered myself to him," Wang Xu said.

"I don't need it, just treat me to a late-night snack," Lin Chuan said.

"No questions asked, no problems," Wang Xu assured, patting his chest.

During the three evening study sessions, many students in the class were writing furiously. It seems that the more they rush to finish their writing now, the happier they will be during the holiday.

The classroom for evening study was very quiet, with only the cool white light illuminating every space, and the pens scratching on the paper.

During the break, Lin Chuan went to the restroom and passed by Chen Xiyu's seat, only to find that she was also writing a test paper.

"Hey, class monitor, you haven't done your homework either?" Lin Chuan said, and at this moment, the title "class monitor" was so obvious.

Chen Xiyu squinted at him, "What?"

"It's nothing, just a slight feeling of reflection," Lin Chuan said. "Even I've finished writing it."

"I did it on purpose."

"deliberately?"

"Evening study is for catching up on homework," Chen Xiyu said with a smile. "Otherwise, we'd have nothing to do tonight."

"Hehe." Lin Chuan laughed, "So, will you be able to finish writing tonight? If you don't, I won't wait for you after school."

"If you dare not wait, you're dead!" Chen Xiyu's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a vicious glare.

Although her expression didn't look fierce at all, but rather a bit cute, it seems that for someone like her, any expression would only look good.

By the time the last evening study session ended, Chen Xiyu had finished her test paper and didn't miss her chance to go home. After all, there weren't many test papers left, and the difficulty level was quite simple for her.

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The next day, at noon.

Chen Feng sat at his desk, looking at the novel on his computer screen. He couldn't help but pinch his brow, a feeling of fatigue welling up inside him.

Finally, he couldn't help but sigh. After the holiday, there were indeed more new novels in his reading list, but he'd been reading them since morning.

The quality of today's manuscripts was worse than he had expected; not a single one he thought would be accepted.

However, he also knew that this was how it was for editors; sometimes you could see several good manuscripts in a single day, while other times you might not see a single satisfactory manuscript for several days.

For example, the manuscript he's currently reading has already been sentenced to death just by glancing at the title and synopsis, but the sentence will be suspended once he reads the full text.

Many books actually reveal an author's writing ability just from their titles and synopses.

Chen Feng felt that his salary was hard-earned money, and he was essentially paying for him to read these strange texts.

He had no idea where the authors came up with some of these stories.

Sure enough, after glancing at the main text, I passed on the novel and opened a new one.

"Aren't you going to eat yet?" A colleague passing by asked Chen Feng, who was still reviewing the manuscript.

Chen Feng glanced at the time; it was noon, time to get off work.

He glanced at the new novel he had just opened, hesitated for a moment, and said, "After I finish this one, which is only a little over 10,000 words, I'll go eat."

"Novels can never be finished," a colleague joked.

"I know," Chen Feng replied with a smile.

My gaze returned to the computer screen. I only glanced at the title and synopsis: "My Girlfriend is a Cat." It seemed to be a youth fantasy novel. Should I read on?

"Prologue: This is a story about summer..."

As Chen Feng looked at the last manuscript, his review speed unconsciously slowed down.

Just as he expected, it was a fantasy story about a high school boy who lived on a small island with a legend that could grant any wish, and his encounter with a cat that could understand human speech.

Judging from the beginning, it seems to be about the story of the male protagonist and the cat going to find the legendary place. Along the way, the story will be explained and developed, revealing the past and story of the male protagonist and the cat...

Chen Feng felt that the book's overall structure was sound, and the writing was excellent; it was clearly not written by a newcomer. Although the style differed somewhat from online novels, for novels, the plot was paramount.

The plot is good enough that everything else can take a backseat. Coincidentally, this story looks pretty good so far. Although it may not be a sensation, it certainly has potential.

I don't know if it's because I read so many terrible articles today, but when I saw this one, I couldn't help but be impressed.

He stroked his chin, and almost without hesitation, sent the other party a contract offer. Getting a contract before the end of the workday was pretty lucky.

Chen Feng stretched and shouted, "Time to go home!" Then he got up and walked out of the office.

At night, Lin Chuan returned to his apartment complex, put down his schoolbag, and went straight to the apartment across the street.

He sat down at the computer desk, skillfully turned on the computer, logged into his author account, and glanced around.

Finally, a red dot flashed in the message bar, indicating that someone had sent him a message.

Lin Chuan clicked on it and, sure enough, it was a contract signing announcement.

"Hello, congratulations! Your work has met the requirements for a contract. Please add the editor 'Yueshan' on QQ: 109..."

Lin Chuan copied the QQ number and requested to add it.

I thought it was already very late and the editors should have already gone home, but before long, my application was approved.

"Hello, editor." Lin Chuan sent a message.

"Hello, I'm Yue Shan, an editor at Qidian," Chen Feng replied.

"The editor hasn't left work yet?"

"I've already finished get off work and am at home now. I was using my computer when I saw your message, so I accepted it," Chen Feng said. "As for your book, I personally think it's good enough to be signed, but the pace is a bit fast, and the writing style is a bit like a physical book. Have you written anything like this before?"

"Yes, I've written short stories," Lin Chuan said.

"No wonder, but now you're writing a long serial novel, often over a million words, so you still need to be careful to control the pace."

"As for the writing style, although your writing style has a bit of an essayistic feel, it happens to fit your subject matter quite well, so it's fine to continue with it." Chen Feng typed a long message.

"OK."

"Overall, I quite like your manuscript," Chen Feng said. "As for signing the contract, just follow the process indicated on the website. If you encounter any problems, just come and ask me."

"Okay, thank you, editor."

"You're welcome." Chen Feng left a smiley face and logged off.

Lin Chuan stretched, thinking that since he had signed the contract, he should tell his parents about it, since he was still a minor and didn't have a bank card...