Professor Lao Wang’s Tao Li skills are indeed extraordinary.

The class hadn't started yet, so he called on Ding Wei first.

"Ding Wei, I read the two analyzes you submitted last time, and they are of good quality. The angle of the analysis is particularly interesting, and the content is obviously someone who has done their homework carefully. They are not bad, not bad, and have a good attitude."

The old professor had great literary talent all his life and had a wealth of poems and books. Even though he is old, his eyes still sparkle with wisdom.

However, for some reason, Ding Wei, who stood up with a smile to accept the admiring looks of her classmates, had a bad feeling at this moment.

How can the classmates not admire her?

They almost lost their heads after writing 3,000 words, but Ding Wei handed in 10,000 words! Without comparison, I really don’t know the difference. No wonder people can earn a living with their pens.

There are many talented people in the world, and geniuses are best at recognizing their own shortcomings and identifying the excellence of others.

At this moment, everyone's admiration for her was truly genuine.

…

Ding Wei's hunch was correct.

Because Professor Wang quickly said

"Just like this, our class is about ancient poetry analysis, and the subject of optics is inevitably a bit one-sided. Later I will say hello to several of your other teachers, and I will also put extra burden on you. You said that you are the only one who eats with a pen, so you have to

Just keep improving your own strength!"

Older professors appreciate such studious and capable students.

Ding Wei's current novels are popular among everyone, but the 10,000-word analysis is still well-founded, down-to-earth, and not impetuous at all. Professor Wang has always liked students like this!

So, it’s just a matter of mentioning it a few more times when everyone is chatting, it’s not a big deal.

However, Ding Wei's face was pale, as if she were mourning for an heir.

Listen!

Listen!

Professor Wang is trying to cause trouble!

Isn't the burden on her heavy enough?

Although basically all my free time is used to create and write novels, I still spend my time in class seriously, not letting go of thinking about horses and philosophy!

She really doesn't have such great ambitions and doesn't want to win any Mao Dun Nobel Prize.

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to wander around the world with the pen name "Xiao Bailian" and drop out of school.

…

The most unbearable love in the world probably comes from teachers' homework.

Ding Wei sat down in a daze. The classmates around her looked at her. They had completely forgotten how beautiful the novel she wrote was, but their faces were filled with deep and sincere sympathy——

It's so miserable, it's so miserable.

After she sat down, Lao Wang continued to teach his class with a proud look on his face. However, Chen Siyu and Bai Shanshan came over and talked a lot at the moment, but in the end they could only pat the back of her hand to express sympathy.

Ding Wei suddenly turned her head and looked at Bai Shanshan with a resentful expression.

"Zhang Ailing said it wrong."

"You must be famous early... This is the price of being early. Zhang Ailing does not have a teacher like Lao Wang."

Bai Shanshan smiled sarcastically, knowing that this time it was not something that could be solved with a 10,000-word analysis. At this moment, she could only pretend to be stupid and pretend she didn't understand.

Lao Wang's love is as good as his memory.

After class, as expected, Ding Wei got another opportunity to cook in private. However, none of her classmates were envious, and instead looked at her with sympathy.

Ding Wei numbly drew a mind map on the paper.

These days, this model is not very popular, and mind mapping is a new thing. But she just suffered a huge blow, and now her classmates are too embarrassed to ask her again.

However, Chen Siyu had regained his energy at this moment, took out the two magazines again, and reluctantly decided to continue digging.

Alas, I never expected that her biggest mistake this time was not buying a box of watercolor pens.

Just the three colors of red, blue and black cannot fully express the similarity between the two!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glared at Lu Li angrily.

Huh, it's not that she's afraid of Lu Li, it's mainly because Ding Wei is soft-hearted and lets her go for the time being.

But if she is offended one day, she must expose this matter!

…

Lu Li knew nothing about her crisis.

Her novel is almost finished. It has been one month and 18 days since she submitted the manuscript for the first time, and the magazine does not plan to pay the publication fee yet.

Even though the pie in the future is getting increasingly rounder, she still feels a little uneasy inside.

After much thought, I couldn't help it, so I sent another message.

"Hello editor, when will my royalties be paid?"

When I asked this question, I felt a little ashamed, and my face turned red.

But now I have written more than 100,000 words, and the money is only one or two thousand yuan. Although it is not comparable to the salary of a tutor, after all, I don’t have to run around, and I have a lot of inspiration. It’s just writing.

I just can’t keep up with the speed...

Lu Li was still very nervous.

The editor’s messages are also responded to very quickly.

"Don't worry about this. For a magazine as big as ours, one that can publish books, will it still be short of your small manuscript fee? However, the finance department only works on working days, and it involves the year-end accounting, so efficiency is inevitable.

It will be a little lower, just wait patiently.”

Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When she played with Ding Wei before, she seemed to know a lot about finance. She mentioned it several times. Lu Li remembered that finance was busiest in December at the end of the year.

In this way, the other party's finances are indeed busy.

So, even though she still didn't get the money, she was somewhat sure of it, so she quickly pretended not to care and said, "It's okay, I'm just asking by the way."

The editor sent another message urging her, "I didn't tell you, but your efficiency in writing novels recently has been a bit low. It's going to end soon. Why don't you finish it quickly?"

"After you finish writing the finale, I can show it to others. For publication, this is an opportunity that no one can ask for."

Lu Li felt happy for a while, remembering the bestseller of Ding Wei's novel, so she gritted her teeth and said quickly, "Come on, I'll send you the ending of this book tonight or tomorrow."

The editor is also very satisfied

"That's good, come on."

…

In December, as the days pass, the weather becomes worse and worse, as if it is going to snow at any time.

Today's weather forecasts are not as accurate as those of later generations, and can be accurate to every hour. If you have the conditions, you can just take a look at the weather text messages you subscribe to on your mobile phone.

When Ding Wei and others came out of the classroom, they felt a gust of cold wind quickly penetrate their unbuttoned collars. Several girls shrank into quails and hurriedly wrapped their scarves.

At the same time, in the cold wind at the school gate, looking at the gloomy sky outside, Zhou Wenkang sighed and really didn't want to go out.

He really didn't have the energy to go out, and he couldn't even get up the energy to send messages to Cui Yu during this period.

——The money is gone, what else can you say?

I also bought a house and got a loan.

From house to money, there is a lot of trouble in between!

Moreover, he is an ambitious person.

Although today's housing prices are high, Cui Yu is just a house slave with a loan. He privately looks down on him. This is the kind of job that a person without academic qualifications can do. When he graduates, he will have to

In less than two years, buying a house with full payment will be a matter of minutes!

And last time, it was easy to say that just a few thousand yuan was all savings! As a result, he had no place to spend it, and in the end he could only keep it in his bank card.

With just this little money, how could he say that the investment failed? It was not enough to justify his lie.

…

The weather was so cold that the wind blew against my body like a knife.

Zhou Wenkang wrapped his coat tightly and felt that his upper body was chilly. Fortunately, he had the expensive woolen trousers underneath his trousers. His legs were still warm at the moment, so he could barely hold on until he got in the car.

Standing on the crowded bus, he couldn't help but feel pain in his stomach again, and he felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Zhou Wenkang couldn't help but bared his teeth.

He touched his pocket and saw that the tube of ointment he bought before was still there.

It's not convenient for me to be alone, and I'm embarrassed to bother my roommates at school - after all, this is a bit inappropriate, and my roommates may not be happy either.

weird.
To be continued...