Liu Jingting sat in the classroom, staring at the history teacher on the podium with a serious face, watching his mouth open and close, but had no idea what he was talking about.

After reading for more than ten years, the skill of "studying away seriously" has been perfect, and has been focused, looking ahead, nodding from time to time to agree with the teacher's opinion. Those with better acting skills will occasionally show an expression of sudden enlightenment, which will be even better.

This is a very strange mentality. Students generally like to do irrelevant things in class, read novels, speak small words, write love letters, send text messages, sleep, etc. After class, they put these things wholeheartedly into everyone's minds. In the last part of the class, they are the sequence of events.

Like many literary and artistic boys, in another world, Liu Jingting often used his class time to fantasize about various types of passionate stories, and immersed himself in different novels, punishing evil, heroes save beauty, showing off handsomeness, and having a fascination when he thought of it, and having a strange feeling of dancing and dancing.

However, at this time, Liu Jingting was not thinking about this. He was still thinking about the seven-character text message sent by Yi Shui'an at around 11 o'clock last night: "Gu Yongsheng, Gu Yongsheng..."

I just called my name twice, without any other content. When I saw the text message this morning, I immediately called to ask, but I didn't expect Yi Shuian to have any memory and didn't remember anything about it.

"It seems that I will ask Mihu for lunch." Liu Jingting thought so, and his mind gradually recovered. He heard the fat history teacher on the podium saying passionately: "The invaders have been trapped in the vast ocean of the national war of resistance..."

Liu Jingting nodded in great cooperation.

...

"Gu Yongsheng, Gu Yongsheng?" In the cafeteria, Mihu, who was sitting opposite Liu Jingting, looked at Liu Jingting's cell phone and recited to himself, "What does An Da mean?"

"I mean, what is your mentality when you girls speak in this tone?" Liu Jingting swallowed a mouthful of food, held the chopsticks and asked seriously.

"Isn't this kind of sentence structure similar to 'you'? Generally speaking, when you say such words, your mental state is very complicated. You seem to have many things to say, but for various reasons, such as position and face, you cannot say anything or say something. If you don't say something, you will endure it and endure it. After many struggles, you have to sigh and say the other person's name. It should be like this."

Mihu finished analyzing. He read the text message again and confirmed that it was correct. He handed the phone back to Liu Jingting.

Liu Jingting took the phone and said, "There is another possibility. It is - amusement and cry?"

Mihu chewed the vegetables in her mouth and nodded, "It's still the problem of "The White Horse Screaming the West Wind."

"Agree, but logically speaking, people in the same rank as Anda should not be easily shaken by a novel. I feel that she has no breath on her body."

Mi Hu glared at him and said, "So you can't really understand girls. I can tell you 100% that Anda's true psychological state about breaking up is definitely not as good as her. If I speculate well, she must have suddenly felt emotion when she was reading the second time the novel was about to send you this message."

"Why is the second time?"

"It's easy to understand OK. "The Great Jianghu" was launched today. She must have got the sample last night. When she did the last proofreading, she read it again."

Liu Jingting was quite convinced by this explanation, nodded, and did not say anything else.

"Remember to go online to read everyone's comments tonight, and many people are waiting to see you have a good show." Mihu smiled proudly, "As a result, they became a good show themselves."

"You seem to be more confident than me."

"Don't tempt me to praise you. I want to say that there are still many problems in writing martial arts, but it is rare that you can pinpoint the title accurately." Mi Hu said clearly insincerely.

...

Of course, Liu Jingting was curious. After doing so many things, he wanted to scare some people. Even if he didn't cry, he would at least scare them to urinate frequently.

After the evening self-study, Liu Jingting did not stay in the classroom for a while. After simply packing the desk, he got up and left the classroom.

"Hey, Liu Jingting, wait!" A clear sounded behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was the ponytail girl who coveted the representative of the English class.

Liu Jingting looked at her with a smile and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You have to review your English exam this Thursday, and I may surpass you."

"Oh." Liu Jingting nodded sincerely, said "thank you" again, and then walked out of the classroom door.

It's a bit ashamed to say that Liu Jingting doesn't know what the name of the fierce ponytail girl is. In fact, he can't call the name of anyone in this class now. This naturally has nothing to do with being noble and proud. He is purely a person who has been a human being for two lifetimes and has a natural sense of alienation from the high school classroom. Specifically, it means that his communication with classmates is not enthusiastic enough.

On the way back to the dormitory, I bought a few strings of peeing beef pills and walked back leisurely. I thought I would be the first person to arrive in the dormitory, but as soon as I walked to the door of the dormitory, I heard Zhao Kan's angry voice coming from the room: "I didn't even look at the paralysis, I commented on bird shit."

Liu Jingting pushed the door open and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Kan waved his hand angrily and said, "Today's "Big Jianghu" is on sale, and the love novel I promised by my Gu Ge came out. There are silly writing on the Internet. I didn't even smell the farts on the book. I just commented in a serious way. I'm so crazy."

"Brother Gu?" Liu Jingting had long been immune to unreasonable insults, so he didn't care at all. Instead, he was more interested in Zhao Kan's name.

"Gu Yongsheng." Zhao Kan talked to Liu Jingting, but his eyes were still staring at the screen, "Hey, I'm so stupid. Is this an obvious behavior of a navy army? What's the point?"

"You said that the magazine had just come out, and some places may not be available. The Ninth Floor who can respond so quickly is not readers. If I don't read it, I know what they are talking about." Liu Jingting said slightly mockingly.

"Then tell me." Zhao Kan finally turned his gaze away from the computer.

"There are two kinds of things. One is pure scolding, 'authentic author' or 'authorous author' or 'shush writing', and the other is pretending to analyze, similar to 'poor character creation. The plot is not arranged enough and the writing is slow, which is simply cheating readers of money. If you are blind, you will buy it. Whoever buys it is not Chinese.' That's about that, right?"

Zhao Kan laughed loudly, looking like he found a soulmate, and said, "Our school newspaper booth will arrive tomorrow."

"Then are you so anxious to come back?"

"Look at the title of other readers' disclosures."

"Oh, then, ahem. What is the title of the book?"

"White Horse - The West Wind," Zhao Kan gestured twice and said in a slight and slight manner: "You can read the title of the book as soon as you hear it. This is called expert kung fu knows if it is available."

Liu Jingting nodded exaggeratedly in approval.

With Zhao Kan's preview, Liu Jingting's curiosity in online comments has also gone halfway. According to time, everyone got the book today. Nutritious comments will not appear at the latest tomorrow night. Therefore, they can't be very interested in comments on the Internet. There are two good news: First, "The Great Jianghu" was out of stock, and the pre-sale volume is approaching "Children's Literature", which topped the sales list of youth magazines for the first time, and steadily put "Ding Novel" down;

Another news is that Yi Shui'an is about to release a new book. The title of the book "Half-Piece Lotus", is a collection of essays that will be warmly launched on Christmas.

Qianhong chose to advertise Yi Shui'an's new book on "The Great Jianghu" at this time, and his intention was self-evident. He wanted to borrow the "westerly wind" of Gu Yongsheng's new book. What surprised the Operations Department was that Yi Shui'an did not raise any objections this time.

Liu Jingting opened several forums in a leisurely mood, and all of them were posts that satirize and ridicule the author or the title. Occasionally, a few readers posted photos of the new book and said, "I'm trying out the drugs, I'll report to you after reading it."

At this time, "The Great Rivers and Lakes" carried "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind" through the highway, and the railway flew into every bookstore across the country like a dandelion, and then into the hands of every reader.

...

The first batch of magazines were still on the way, and Xue Muliang got a copy based on his connections in his circle. He skipped all the articles and turned to Gu Yongsheng's articles...

Shin You held a cup of coffee in his left hand, sat on the white chair on the balcony of his own house, pressed the magazine on the table with his right hand, and looked at it attentively...

Luo An chewed a red apple, sat cross-legged on the wide bed, spreading the magazine in front of him, reading it very seriously as if casual and actually...

Beihetang stood at the desk, rolling up the newly bought "Big Rivers and Lakes" with his right hand, his face cold, his eyes full of pickiness and disdain...

After buying a magazine without vomiting, I quickly finished my meal, sat on the bed, placed my newly bought "Big Jianghu" magazine on the table, holding a pen in my hand, and taking notes while reading...

Before Qinse had time to buy it, she went to the bookstore to search for a magazine that was opened and sealed by other readers. After reading it for half an hour, she took the magazine and paid the money...

The broken knife is watching, the radish head is watching, and the readers who have accumulated before Gu Yongsheng are watching...

...

The forum seems to be active, but the forum is actually very quiet.

Qianhong's senior executives such as Lu Yichou, Wei Wuzhi, Hong Ming and others are waiting for the voices of real readers. If the high waters are not happy, they are making sufficient preparations for arguments and arguments.

This is an invisible struggle, belonging to publishers and consumers, authors and readers, and publishers and publishers.

It was like a balloon that was being inflated, the forces of the opposing sides were constantly accumulating, the balloon became bigger and bigger, and everyone was waiting for the moment when the balloon exploded.

On November 12, the newsstand of Yuehe Yizhongshu, "The Great River" arrived.

As soon as the bell rang at noon, a fat man rushed out of Class 1 and 3 of Grade 1 and rushing towards the newspaper booth at a speed of stunning surprise. When he was still ten meters away from the newspaper booth, he shouted: "Boss, have you arrived?"

The middle-aged boss of the newsstand shook the magazine in his hand and said, "I'm ready for you."

At around 11 o'clock that night, four boys in the 302-bedroom apartment had already fallen asleep. Only Zhao Kan's quilt was still shining with a trace of light. Half an hour later, a sad cry drifted out of the sad fat man's quilt with the light, and then turned into irresistible crying.
Chapter completed!