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"Teacher Xue, if I understand correctly, the school magazine is a reading publication run by the high school itself, which usually includes student essays, prose, and poems," Lin Chuan replied.

"That's right. Our school actually had a school magazine a few years ago, but it was discontinued due to management issues," Xue Ren said. "But recently, the vice principal approached me and Teacher Zhao, saying that he wanted to revive it and asked us to spend some time on it."

He paused, looked at Lin Chuan with a smile, and said, "If we're going to relaunch the publication, the most important thing is still good articles. That's why you were the first person I thought of."

"Teacher Xue, I just wrote the previous essays casually. There are so many high scorers in Chinese at our No. 1 High School, they are all better than me." When the other party mentioned the school magazine, Lin Chuan had already guessed why Teacher Xue wanted to talk to him.

However, Lin Chuan still declined somewhat tactfully. Firstly, writing such journal articles, though not many words, takes quite a bit of time; a piece of about a thousand words requires meticulous polishing.

He doesn't have much time to write this kind of thing now; studying and serializing his online novels already take up most of his time.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. If you can write a good article, you can apply for payment," Xue Ren said. "Although it's a school journal, it won't pay much, but it'll still be a few hundred yuan."

As he spoke, Xue Ren handed him the submission requirements for the school magazine. Actually, there weren't many requirements. The main thing was that the content should be positive. The writing style wasn't like exam essays. You could write prose or poetry, so there was a lot of freedom.

"Okay, I'll take a look." Lin Chuan neither refused nor agreed.

"When you get back to your class, tell your classmates too," Xue Ren reminded him.

"Um."

"There's one last thing," Xue Ren said. "Ask Zhao Jiajia if anyone in our class is good at drawing, so we can design some covers or illustrations for the school magazine."

"Shouldn't we find an outside studio for this kind of thing?" Lin Chuan asked, since design and drawing are more professional things.

"Haha, after all, it's a school magazine. My original intention was that this book should ideally be entirely composed of student creations," Xue Ren said. "Of course, if there's no other way, we can just find someone else to design the cover."

"Okay, Teacher Xue," Lin Chuan said. Seeing that the other party had no further instructions, he chose to leave.

Back in the classroom, Lin Chuan walked to Zhao Jiajia's seat, where Wang Xu was also chatting away.

"How did you do on your last math test?" Wang Xu asked.

"Oh no," Zhao Jiajia said with a pained expression.

"Oh, I'm not feeling too well either." Wang Xu scratched his head, then saw Lin Chuan. "Old Lin, what's up?"

"I'm looking for Zhao Jiajia," Lin Chuan said. "Do you know any students in our class who are good at drawing? Preferably with some design knowledge?"

"Huh? Class monitor, your expectations are a bit high," Zhao Jiajia said, looking completely bewildered. "How would I know about this kind of person?"

"Can you do it?"

"Definitely not."

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, and he remembered that someone had mentioned that they liked to draw or something when introducing themselves.

But he forgot who it was. It was so long ago. There were so many people and so many self-introductions. He didn't have a photographic memory.

"Old Lin, why are you looking for an artist?" Wang Xu asked.

"It wasn't me who looked for them, it was Lao Xue. They need someone, it's kind of a call for submissions. Our school is starting a school magazine, and they need cover illustrations or something," Lin Chuan said.

"Hey, what's a school magazine?" Wang Xu asked.

Lin Chuan thought to himself, "There really are people who don't know what a school magazine is."

"It's the school's student-oriented publication," he said.

"oh."

"Class monitor, you can go and take a look at the art studio," Zhao Jiajia suggested.

"Does our school have art students?"

"Yes, but not many," Zhao Jiajia said.

"Oh, okay," Lin Chuan said. "Where's the art studio?"

They do have art classes, but in high school, it's basically just listening to the teacher explain things and maybe even being taught calligraphy. They've definitely never been to a proper art studio, or maybe it's because it's the beginning of the semester and the teacher is only teaching the basics.

Perhaps later I'll go back to the art studio or music room to study. I heard that the art studio has all kinds of professional drawing boards, and the music room even has a piano.

These are things that these first-year high school students haven't had the chance to experience yet.

Having failed to find the "talent" that Lao Xue was looking for, Lin Chuan went up to the podium again, clapped his hands, and said, "Classmates, listen to me."

The classroom, which had been a bit noisy, became quieter.

"Old Xue, no, I mean Teacher Xue, he asked me to tell you something." Lin Chuan finished speaking.

A burst of laughter came from the classroom.

"Our school is going to start a school magazine. If anyone wants to submit an article, you can come to me to take a look at the requirements. I will also post the specific submission requirements in the class group later, so I just wanted to let you know in advance," Lin Chuan said. "By the way, if any of you can draw, you can also contact me. In addition to articles, illustrations, covers and the like are also welcome. I will pay for them."

"Okay, class monitor."

"How much money does the class monitor get?"

"I don't know either, we'll have to ask Teacher Xue later."

Lin Chuan had just finished speaking when it was time for class to start, and the teacher for the next class had already entered the classroom.

He walked down from the podium back to his seat, but didn't notice that Cheng Xue was looking at him, seemingly lost in thought.

Afternoon dismissal time.

Lin Chuan walked over to Chen Xiyu's desk and asked, "Going to eat?"

"Otherwise what?"

"I'm going to our school's art studio. Want to come with me?" Lin Chuan asked, because Wang Xu had abandoned him, so he had no companion to go to the art studio with.

"The art studio? Sure," Chen Xiyu replied, turning to her deskmate, "Are you going?"

"I need to go back to my dorm, I have something to take care of," Zhou Yun said in a low voice, her face looking a little pale.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Oh, don't ask anymore," Chen Xiyu said, then smiled at Zhou Yun, "Then you should go back to your dorm and rest."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Xiyu got up and pushed Lin Chuan out, saying, "Come on, come on, I haven't been to the art studio yet."

The science and technology building opposite the teaching building has many classrooms, but none of them are used for classes. In addition to the art studio, there are also dance studios, music rooms, archives, etc. I heard there is also a specimen room, but not many people have ever been inside.

"What are you going to the art studio for?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"Didn't you listen to what I said during break?" Lin Chuan said.

"No, I'm reading a book," Chen Xiyu said honestly.

"Old Xue contacted me because the school magazine is going to be relaunched, and he asked me to see if there were any people who could write articles and draw," Lin Chuan said succinctly. "Articles are easy to come by, since everyone has been learning Chinese since elementary school, but when it comes to drawing, there aren't many students who can reach the level of illustration."

"Oh, so this is a mission?"

"I don't think so," Lin Chuan said. "It's mainly because Lao Xue took on the work, and I'm his foreman, so it just naturally became my job."

"You've worked so hard, class monitor." Chen Xiyu patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not hard work, it's just a hard life," Lin Chuan said again, uttering that profound truth.