"You have received a reward of 100,000 works from Yinuo Xu Qianjin."

Hu Yang came on the backstage of Qidian Writer Assistant and immediately saw such a message, he was stunned.

"Ah..."

Classmate Xu actually gave him a reward and even became the leader.

He opened Qidian Reading and soon found "Xu Qianjin's Yinuo" on the fan list.

There have not been so many rich readers in 12 years. Although this book is well subscribed to, there are only fifty-three leaders. Xu Qianjin’s Yinui is the fifty-third leader.

He immediately chatted with classmate Xu privately: "Have you given the "Mysterious Lord" reward?"

Xu Yinuo replied in seconds: "How do you know?"

There was also a surprised expression behind it.

"The leader will be popular, and you can also see it on the fan list..."

"Ah? What does it mean?"

Xu Yinuo didn't understand these. This was the first time she read a book on Qidian. After reading it last night, she found that she could give her a reward, so she directly gave her a reward of 1,000 yuan. What comment section, fan list, and piaohong, she never paid attention to it.

Hu Yang explained to her.

"That's how..."

Xu Yinuo climbed up to the starting point and flipped through it, and soon understood it.

Hu Yang asked: "Have you joined the group? There is a group of leaders!"

"No, are you in the group too?"

"Yes!"

Hu Yang originally had only a small account in the group. After saying this, he pulled the large account into the group and sent the group account to Xu: "You can take a picture of your fan value and just show it to the administrator when applying to join the group."

"good."

Xu Yinuo didn't think much about it and applied to join the group according to what Huyang said.

When Huyang received the application, he immediately approved it.

He used the large-scale "Hu Bugui" to send a welcome sentence, and then switched to the author's name "Yi Shu Feng Shen" and sent a "kneeling thank the boss" expression.

Nono: "It's not enough to watch it, update it soon!"

Hu Bugui: "The reward leader will add 3 chapters."

Nuonuo: "Then can I add 30 more if I reward ten league leaders?"

Hu Yang was shocked and quickly opened the author account to chat with her privately: "A leader is enough, and it is not worth spending 10,000 yuan to give a reward."

Just kidding, if you give a reward of 10,000 yuan, you will get half of the reward of the platform, and you will get a tax deduction of 1,000 yuan. Why bother? Isn’t it good to keep it as a dowry in the future?

Xu Yinuo didn't think much about it. Since the author said so, then forget it.

"Okay. Then you write slowly, don't worry, my friend and I like your book very much."

"Okay, thank you for your support, and thank you for your friends for me."

Hu Yang just said politely, but unexpectedly, he really received a screenshot from Nuonuo in a few seconds: "Tell me what I want to do for the author."

“…”

This girl is quite serious.

Xu Yinoche returned to the chat interface with the author: "Listen to my friend, do you want to come to Shanghai East to hold a signing party during National Day?"

Populus echoes: "Yes."

"Can you leave me a set of autographs? I'm afraid I'll be too late to grab it."

"no problem."

A ghost idea suddenly appeared in Huyang's mind.

If she sent her the sample book that classmate Xu gave him back, what would she react after receiving it?

Just thinking about her possible reaction, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

It feels going to be fun.

...

Tang Xuanyan sat on the stone steps of Dingxiang North Road and rubbed her legs. The densely planted trees on both sides of the road were covered with shade.

Jiangda’s military training is actually not hard, lasting only two weeks, and it is held on campus, so girls are particularly relaxed and comfortable, and the shade is almost all given to the girls’ team.

But Tang Xuanyan is a person who likes quiet but not moving, and her body is weak. This intensity of training is already very hard for her.

Sometimes, she feels that she is quite similar to Wen Liang, both of whom are weak and unmoving.

Of course, Wen Liang’s dislike of moving is all-round, and Tang Xuanyan, she just hates exercise.

"classmate--"

Tang Xuanyan looked up in surprise.

A boy wearing military training uniform like her and wearing wooden glasses with wooden framed glasses handed her a bottle of water. He smiled very brightly: "Classmate, drink a sip of water, I think you are very tired too."

"Ah, no need, I'll bring water."

Tang Xuanyan shook the water cup she carried with her.

She was a little embarrassed because she noticed that the girls nearby and boys not far away were all casting hidden or bold eyes.

She doesn't like this kind of attention.

Seeing that Tang Xuanyan didn't answer, the boy put the water on the stone steps beside her, and then introduced himself openly and said, "I am also from the hospital, Huang Mingzhe, where are you?"

"Tang Xuanyan."

Out of politeness, Tang Xuanyan had to report herself.

"Xuanyan..."

Huang Mingzhe seemed to have thought of something and asked with a smile: "Is it the Xuanyan who shook Du Xuanyan?"

Tang Xuanyan was stunned for a moment.

During her unkind youth, this is the second time she heard a boy say her name.

The first time was gentle.

The thread of memory is like a time machine, and her thoughts are pulled back to the afternoon of the second year of junior high school.

It was still a Friday, a Friday with a bleak autumn wind.

Empty campus, empty classroom.

School had already come to an end, but Tang Xuanyan was not in a hurry to leave. Every Friday, she was not in a hurry to leave.

She sat in the classroom, with her seat leaning against the window, outside the window was a tall ginkgo tree. When she looked up, the whole sky was covered with golden ginkgo leaves.

When the wind blows, the fallen leaves rustle like old yellow letters.

A snow-white figure passed by the road covered with ginkgo leaves. Tang Xuanyan blinked and had passed without seeing clearly.

The leaves fell, some fell on the grass, some blew on the roof, and some floated into the window, on her desk, and on her spreading poem book.

Tang Xuanyan closed the poetry collection and carried her schoolbag.

She walked to the tall ginkgo tree by chance. Under the tree was a bench with a thin layer of golden yellow on it.

She sat down on the bench, and the bleak autumn wind and rustling fallen leaves surrounded her.

She opened the poetry collection and picked up the pen.

Tang Xuanyan is a very literary girl. She likes to read books, novels, poetry collections, essays, and essays... Her favorite poet is Yeats, and her favorite writer is Zhang Xiaoxian.

On the cover page of her poetry collection is Zhang Xiaoxian's sentence: "The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, nor is it the distance between heaven and earth, but I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you."

She is more willing to write her mood into poetry than to talk to others, and autumn is the season for writing poetry.

She lowered her head, leaving beautiful handwriting on the paper with the tip of her pen.

She heard the rustling sound, which was the sound of footsteps rubbing the leaves.

She raised her head and the snow-white figure walked lazily past her.

"Warm?"

She almost subconsciously called out his name, and as soon as she said that, her face became very mature.

“Eh?”

Wen Liang stopped, turned around to look at her, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

"Sorry, I don't have a good memory, who are you?"

Tang Xuanyan immediately stood up and introduced herself crampedly and seriously: "I am Tang Xuanyan from Class 2 and 3rd Grade 2."

"ah……"
To be continued...