My Prime Minister is so cute

Bird thought for a moment and said, "Well, that magazine from last time will do."

His writing style is fine for official documents, but fantasy novels, which require both literary style and professionalism, should be left to professionals.

"what........"

Sarah suddenly said a little embarrassedly: "Is it really not necessary to change a magazine?"

Bird was stunned for a moment: "What's the problem?"

Obviously, he didn't know that "Time Travel" was published in "Happy Paradise". He simply saw that its influence had increased, so he thought Sarah did a good job.

"No, nothing." Sarah shook her head a little guiltily.

"That's all right then," Bird decided. "That's it. When you're done, just send it in for publication."

problem solved.

Logically, we should leave at this time. After all, it is not good to stay in a girl's room late at night.

But at this moment, Bird thought of something and smiled slightly and said, "By the way, let's have an inspiration massage."

Sarah was stunned and glanced at the wall clock: "Inspiration massage, now?"

Bird: "Well, it's just right for sleeping, isn't it?"

Unknowingly.

His palm was already on the girl's snow-white shoulder.

The fingertips felt as smooth as peeled eggs, leaving his palms with nowhere to put their weight. He had to use the strength of his arms to stay suspended in the air.

Sarah suddenly opened her eyes wide, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her mouth opened as if to say something, but finally closed it again.

This pervert is molesting girls again!

She thought resentfully in her heart and rebuked the other party for taking advantage of her on the spot.

That's how it was.

But when I think of the last massage I had, that unforgettable experience that was like an electric shock,

Just to improve my writing skills...

The current tolerance is only temporary...

When my writing skills improve and I can write works of the same level as "Rural Teacher", I will never give massages again and let this pervert take advantage of me...

After convincing herself in her heart, Sarah responded carefully.

"Um......."

"Okay, then get on the bed."

Bird immediately showed an excited expression.

I've been saving up for over half a month, originally planning to give it to the District Chief. Now it's time to give it to Miss Magician...

Soon, the small bedroom was filled with the aroma of strawberries.

......

Half an hour later.

Sarah's cheeks were flushed and she fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"He actually fell asleep straight away." Bird's lips curled up, and he couldn't help but smile. "This probably means that you're not so wary of me anymore, right?"

Mingming said that when she caught a cold last time, he would keep her awake if he sat next to her.

As a result, I am now sleeping soundly.

There is visible progress. Maybe from now on he won't yell and scream all day long and kill himself.

Thinking this in his mind, Bird prepared to leave.

But before leaving, he had to tuck the magician lady into the quilt.

It’s winter now, I can’t catch a cold again.

Affect work efficiency.

Thinking in his heart, Bird put his arms around Sarah's neck and waist and lifted her up from the quilt.

"what?"

He cried out in surprise at this moment, as if he had discovered something.

It turned out that there were faint signs of being soaked on the quilt under the magician lady.

Could it be...

Bird first put Sarah into the quilt, then stretched out his finger with a serious face, gently touched the mark on the quilt, and then put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

There was no strange smell, but instead a strong strawberry aroma came from between his fingers. This aroma was the same as the one in the room but more intense. It reminded Bird of the last time he was in the office, when he found similar traces on the chair where the magician lady had sat.

It's the same smell.

At that time, the one-time water quality assessment report he received as a reward from the system made him wash his hands carefully several times...

Bird: “???”

He looked at the sleeping magician lady with a look of shock. Her apple-red cheeks, the occasional smacking of her lips, and the mysterious smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to be still savoring some very comfortable experience in her dream, or even imagining a sequel, an even more comfortable experience...

No, it's just a back massage. How could it cause this?

And why did she agree to continue the massage without saying a word even though she was being massaged like this? Couldn't she have asked for a different method?

Is it you who has the problem or me?

Chapter 109 We must keep this author!

One week later.

Happy Paradise Magazine.

Because "Rural Teacher" is a short novel, only 30,000 words. Combined with her previous experience in "Time Travel" and the precious things Bird had accumulated for a long time, Sarah quickly completed the manuscript of "Rural Teacher" and mailed it to Mirabel in the capital's Central City.

Before receiving this submission from Sarah.

Misabel was still worried that she would never receive the next manuscript.

Sarah needn't worry, the two of them are on pretty good terms.

The main concern was the opinion of the mysterious collaborator, who was worried that he would not be willing to continue contributing to Happy Paradise. After all, this was not a formal platform, and it was very common for authors to change jobs. Many authors had experienced repeated job changes.

After receiving the manuscript, Misabel was delighted. She immediately brewed a pot of the best black tea in her home and began to appreciate it impatiently.

......

After a while.

Immersed in the shock of the civilized Q&A, Misabel was unable to breathe for a long time, and only after feeling suffocated did she finally come to her senses.

Take a deep breath.

Misabel's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Hey, this, what is this?"

Although both are fantasy works, "Rural Teacher" and "Time Travel" are completely not on the same level.

The previous article, "Time Travel", was mainly due to the cheapness of the subject matter. It did not have so many time travel routines, but to be honest, the plot was just average, at the level of snack-level entertainment. It was believable that Misabel was written by Sarah.

But "Rural Teacher" has already reached the level of a top master.

Whether it is the ingenious plot, grand conception, humanistic concern, or the powerful writing skills that far surpass the previous ones, the vivid descriptions and words, it is hard to believe that it was written by Sarah - this is not the way to make progress, right?

Although the handwriting was indeed Sarah's, Misabel would not make a mistake.

But she believes more that this "The Country Teacher" was probably written entirely by the mysterious collaborator who collaborated with Sarah and shared the pen name Berthapeare.

At the very least, it must have been polished by the other party.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The editor standing by saw Misabel's face changing from red to white, and a look of curiosity appeared on his face.

A normal submission would definitely not make the boss show this kind of expression.

Unless you're really cool, or...

"Is it that person's manuscript?"

The editor thought of a possibility and said in disbelief, "You're still voting for us? How can you be so unreasonable?"

Misabel: “?”

She stared at him silently, her eyes giving him a death stare. "Is there something wrong with our magazine?"

If this person wasn't an experienced editor who had worked in the magazine for a long time, and if editors in this field weren't so hard to find, Misabel really wanted to fire this editor who talked all the time.

"......"

The editor coughed twice and said awkwardly, "Ahem, boss, that's not what I meant. I'm not saying our magazine is bad. It's mainly a platform problem..."

"By the way, can I see the manuscript?"

A poor attempt to change the subject.

Misabel stared at the other person for a while before handing the manuscript to him: "Read it yourself."

The editor couldn't wait to take the manuscript. After looking at the title "Rural Teacher", he was stunned for a moment. However, as a professional editor, he did not make a judgment immediately, but read it patiently.

So soon, seeing the final twitch of the editor's mouth, he also showed Misabel's previous expression, shocked by the civilized question and answer.

"This, this, this..."

The editor was also a little incoherent: "What a high level! Is this really submitted to our "Happy Paradise"? "

The story of "Rural Teacher" is enough to deeply shock even someone like him who has no interest in fantasy works and has not entered the sage mode.

Whether it is the description of teachers or the praise of knowledge inheritance that is revealed.

Although he was poor and seriously ill, he still tried to give the poor children a glimmer of hope in life, even though that hope was so illusory.

Or it is the magnificent imagination of an advanced civilization, the kind of civilization level that can easily destroy tens of millions of planets and collapse the galaxy.

Countless galaxies were shattered in the blink of an eye, and planets were devastated in a single thought. Imagination has far surpassed everything in this era.

And the last, most important, and most shocking civilization question and answer.

The knowledge inheritance of a teacher on a tiny and unrelated planet and the super-advanced civilization in the universe are actually firmly connected together by the small bond of the Three Laws of Magic. The tiny and the magnificent, the ants and the galaxy, together constitute an incomparably romantic imagination.

It's really excellent.

This made the editor doubt the authenticity of the novel - was this novel really submitted to "Happy Paradise"?

"Yes."

Misabel said with a look of certainty, "And I'm sure that with this article 'Rural Teacher', our magazine will be a huge hit, and this issue will definitely sell out immediately."

Good writing can be broken.

This is not just talk. A sufficiently good work can break through the original framework and attract people who are originally not interested in fantasy works or even reading novels, achieving a breaking circle effect and attracting a terrifying number of fans.

Keep the other person!

We must find a way to keep the other person!

This strong thought arose in Misabel's mind.

As long as they can keep the other party, "Happy Paradise" will not only become a hit, it may even become the greatest magazine in history!

Everybody go buy me a copy of "Happy Paradise"!

Thinking of that glorious era when everyone had a copy of Paradise, Misabel's body trembled slightly with excitement. A strange blush appeared on her delicate little face, and her body began to twist unnaturally. Her two thin legs rubbed against each other under the table...

But after a brief moment of imagination, she calmed down again.

So far, Misabel still knows nothing about the mysterious second person hidden behind the pen name of Bersabia. She doesn't even know whether he is a man or a woman, old or young, tall or short, fat or thin, let alone his interests, hobbies, and ideals in life. Naturally, she has no idea where to start.

Although Misabel didn't know him, Sarah definitely knew him. After all, two consecutive novels were handwritten and submitted by him. It would be too false to say that she didn't know him.

We have to start with Sarah...

Chapter 110: One Little Imperial Book for Each Person

When Mirabell was researching Berthabia's true identity.