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A few days later, He Tiantian finally finished watching.

He Tiantian wanted to modify it, but found that she didn't know how to modify it, so she only changed a few typos and punctuation marks.

Maybe He Tiantian has been praising this book these days, and Huo Zhekun is also very curious.

"Tiantian, it's really as good as you said. Why don't you show me it." Huo Zhekun said, "I can also give you student counselors."

"Okay!" He Tiantian smiled, "But this is the manuscript. When you read it, be careful not to break it."

Huo Zhekun nodded and said, "Okay!"

After Huo Zhekun took it, he liked it very much and kept seeing it late at night.

If Jiang Lifang hadn't been angry, Huo Zhekun would probably stay up late to read, which shows the attraction of his novel.

The next morning, Jiang Lifang asked, "Tiantian, that book is so beautiful. Your father-in-law saw it in the middle of the night yesterday. If I hadn't gotten angry, I would have read it the same. I'm old and don't sleep for a while, my dark circles are particularly obvious."

Huo Zhekun, who was having breakfast opposite, was a little embarrassed and said with a embarrassed smile: "I haven't seen such a good novel for a long time! You see, I usually read the documents and have a rare entertainment. Just say less and don't stay up late in the future."

"This is almost the same." Jiang Lifang stopped at the right time, and in front of her daughter-in-law, she could not always ridicule her husband.

"Dad, do you think this book is good too?" He Tiantian asked, wanting to hear Huo Zhekun's suggestions.

Huo Zhekun nodded and said, "Well, very good, very good. It is linked together and has distinct characters, which is better than the novel I read before. By the way, who wrote this?"

"I am a student in my class." He Tiantian said proudly, "Our class carries out writing activities, and many people use their spare time to write. Several people have already published their writing in newspapers and magazines."

"Not bad." Huo Zhekun said, "The culture has been relaxed now. Although it is not as bright as the Spring and Autumn Period, many excellent works have appeared to enrich the cultural market."

"Yes, I think so too." He Tiantian said, "So many excellent people can't be officials, and some people must also engage in cultural undertakings. By the way, Dad, you said I'll send this book to Xiangjiang and prepare to submit it, is it okay?"

Huo Zhekun thought for a while and said, "Hey, there are no newspapers and magazines in China that publish such novels yet. It's good to go to Xiangjiang to contribute, so try it? Maybe you can publish it!"

"I think so too." He Tiantian smiled. He Tiantian was a class teacher for the first time. He hoped that the students in her class could play their strengths and have a broader room for development in the future.

Getting affirmation from my father-in-law, He Tiantian started to do things.

These manuscripts were written by Tang Ping'an, and He Tiantian was reluctant to mail them out, and went to the library to copy them.

He Tiantian roughly calculated that this stack of martial arts novels with a total of 100,000 words only wrote one-third of the content, and the handwriting was neat and you can submit it.

He Tiantian went to the library and spent five dollars to copy the stack of manuscripts, and then bound them neatly.

He Tiantian called Tang Ping'an to the office and said, "Tang Ping'an, this is your manuscript, you can take it back first. I have read it and it is written very wonderfully. You have to continue with the subsequent creations."

When Tang Ping'an heard He Tiantian ask him to take the manuscript back, he felt like he fell into an ice cellar. He thought he had written poorly and could not submit the manuscript.

So, he stood aside with a dejected look.

He Tiantian asked again: "By the way, what pseudonym are you going to use?"

"Psy name?" Tang Ping'an was stunned. He couldn't even submit his articles. Why do you want a psy name?

"Yes, I want to contribute to you through some channels, but usually I use a pseudonym, and you also want a cool pseudonym." He Tiantian smiled, "Don't worry, you still have three days to think about it."

"Ah?" Happiness came too quickly, and Tang Ping'an couldn't adapt. "Teacher, didn't you return the manuscript to me? Then what did you give me the manuscript?"

He Tiantian smiled and said, "This is your manuscript. How can you submit such a precious thing? Besides, you should keep one in case of emergencies. Also, if you become a great writer in the future, these are all priceless things. You can't even shoot them at a high price. Take the manuscript back and collect them well. I have a copy here, you can read it."

He Tiantian took out the ordered copy, and the work was neat.

When Tang Ping'an heard He Tiantian say this, he was moved and tears were almost shedding.

In the past, when he was at home, his parents always said that he wrote something randomly, which might bring disaster to the family; relatives and friends also said that he was intimate about his delusions.

Almost no one is optimistic about him.

But after going to college, he met a good teacher.

Care for them in life and guide them in learning.

Perhaps He Tiantian is not a knowledgeable teacher, but she is definitely a good teacher who is good at exploring students' thinking and encouraging them.

There are many knowledgeable teachers, but there are only a handful of teachers who are truly open-minded like Teacher He.

"Thank you, Teacher He." Tang Ping'an thanked and bowed to He Tiantian.

"No need to thank you." He Tiantian smiled, "When I gave you a manuscript just now, you were very disappointed and sad, as if there was no hope. Your state made me very worried. No one knows whether the manuscript can be published. If it fails, the teacher hopes that you will become more courageous than depressed. You are still young, and if you have such a heavy desire for gains and losses, it will have a good impact on you. As a teacher who gives you advice, you will feel guilty."

Tang Ping'an wiped his tears and said, "Teacher He, don't worry, I was disappointed just now, but I won't be depressed."

Even in order not to make the teacher feel guilty, he cannot be depressed.

Just as the teacher said, the more you get, the more courage you become.

"Okay, work hard, boy." He Tiantian smiled, "You can go back first, come and talk to me after you have thought about it."

"Well, goodbye to Teacher He." Tang Ping'an bowed respectfully and left.

When Tang Ping'an left, Teacher Wu, who was in the same office, asked with a smile: "Teacher He, do you really contribute to your students? It costs a lot of money to send it to Xiangjiang, and there is no one there, so no one probably reads it."

He Tiantian smiled and said, "The key is to try. They are my students and are very talented. I have the ability to help them, so I will do my best. As for spending money, I didn't spend much. I have relatives in Xiangjiang. When my family sent her things, I sent the manuscript to her and asked her to contribute it to me."
Chapter completed!