After New Year's Day, the final exam is not far away, with only half a month left. The learning atmosphere on campus suddenly became stronger, just like the joint examination and midterm exams. Even if it was a break, many students chose to stay in the classroom to read and review. Wang Bo was no exception. He planned to sharpen his gun and hug him in the half month before the final exam. In the past one or two months, because of this and that, he had missed a lot of classes, and he found a "name" for himself.

"The work of writing novels in history has delayed a lot of spare time that should have been used to do homework. The first two major exams were the first in the grade, and Guo Xiaoliang, the second-year-old former study genius, was several tens. If Guo Xiaoliang overtakes the final exam, it would be a bit ugly and is difficult for many people to report. Although from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't care about these things, and the title and honor of "first in the grade" will not bring him more pleasure after experiencing it twice.

When the second class in the morning was about to start, the class leader Wu Wei came to Wang Bo with a large stack of letters, and piled them on his desk "slammed", shook his hand, and said to Wang Bo with a smile: "Wang Bo, I think I'd better hand over the mailbox key to you. The mailbox of our Class 7 is almost your exclusive mailbox!"

"Don't, class monitor! It's better to put the keys in your place. I'm so forgot about it, I'm afraid I'll lose it." Wang Bo answered, and began to check the stack of at least a dozen or twenty letters on the table. He didn't even have to open it. He just glanced at the cover and knew that these letters were not even posted, and most of the letters sent by the sender and the sender were blank. Like the large number of letters he received in the past two months, they were all written to him by students from No. 4 Middle School. To be precise, they were love letters written to him by the schoolgirls who admired him and liked him.

Since he became a hit at the National Day show, Wang Bo has received a lot of letters almost every week, ranging from one or two to five or six. He received nearly twenty letters at once today. It doesn’t matter if he received them. It is definitely related to his “crazy actions” at the New Year’s Day party the night before yesterday.

Liao Xiaoqing is familiar with Wang Bo's weekly love letters. As usual, he helps Wang Bo count the letters to see how many "ignorant girls" are attracted by the guy around him who can create surprises and miracles at any time, and fall into an impossible love network. This has basically become one of her favorite loves.

While picking up and picking up, Liao Xiaoqing suddenly found a large envelope. He picked it up curiously and saw that the sender column on the cover was written in printed form:

"Science Fiction World" Editorial Department!

Liao Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes wide open, his mouth also opened into an O-shaped shape. He pointed at Wang Bo with his fingers and said with a little vibrato: "Wang Bo, you, have you really contributed to "Science Fiction World"? Oh, it must be. "Science Fiction World" has sent you a letter, it must have published your article and sent you a sample issue!"

Wang Bo did not expect that "Science Fiction World" would publish his article so soon. He thought it would take at least one or two months to wait. After all, he sent his articles in the middle of last month. According to the process of publishing articles by general magazines, the manuscripts sent in that month will not be published soon next month.

Although he was almost 100% sure that his article had been published by Science Fiction World and the other party sent a sample magazine, Wang Bo still said modestly: "I have submitted the manuscript, but it is still uncertain if I have not published it. What if it is a rejection?"

"Just be modest! A big magazine like "Science Fiction World" has received hundreds of manuscripts every day. How can I have the time to revoke one by one?" Liao Xiao gave Wang Bo a clear look and said with a smile, "Wang Bo, I'll help you dismantle it?"

"Disassemble it!" Wang Bo said generously. At this time, he felt a little nervous. Although he had written millions of words on the Internet in his previous life, it was printed in lead type and turned into physical articles that could be held in his hand. This was the first time!

"Hehe, then I'll help you remove it!" Little stars flashed in Liao Xiaoqing's eyes, and he couldn't wait to start tearing up the envelope!"

Liao Xiaoqing tore a hole in the envelope. Li Yang, who had just returned to the classroom, suddenly walked over and saw Liao Xiaoqing holding an oversized envelope in his hand. He asked with a smile: "Xiaoqing, which one wrote you a letter, using such a large envelope?"

Liao Xiaoqing did not answer, and shook the front of the envelope in front of Li Yang's eyes: "Dangdang Dangdang! How could it be mine? Wang Bo's! He published the manuscript submitted to "Science Fiction World"! Someone sent him a sample magazine!" While saying that, he quickly tore the opening of the envelope open, holding two corners and shaking it down. Suddenly, a latest issue of "Science Fiction World" with ink smell slipped out from the envelope. As the sample magazine slipped out, there was a small piece of paper like a receipt. Liao Xiaoqing picked it up and saw it, but it was a "withdrawal notice" from the "China Postal Savings Bank"!

"2280! Wow, you're rich, Wang Bo, 2,280, so much royalties!" Liao Xiaoqing exclaimed and exaggeratedly!

Wang Bo secretly wrote novels in his class, except for his deskmate Liao Xiaoqing, Liang Ya and "future mother-in-law" Cheng Wenjin, no one in the class knew about his submission! Even Liao Xiaoqing only knew about his submission today. Therefore, Liao Xiaoqing's exaggerated exclamation immediately attracted many students' onlookers and inquiries. Within a few minutes, the entire 2nd Class 7 students in the entire high school class knew that Wang Bo's two science fiction novels were published in "Science Fiction World", the largest and most well-known science fiction magazine in China. At the same time, he also knew that he received a royalty that could definitely be called a huge sum of money for students!

Shocked, unbelievable, envious, jealous, worshipped... all kinds of different expressions appeared on the faces of the students in Class 7, and then a series of congratulations and congratulations. Then, they were rushing to compete for the sample magazine sent to Wang Bo, circulating. Including his "withdrawal notice" that no one else had seen, they became the targets of the students in Class 7.

"I haven't seen your article, so I wouldn't have told them if I had known it." Liao Xiaoqing returned to his seat empty-handed and looked discouraged.

"Hey, who told you to have a big mouth!" Wang Bo smiled proudly, feeling extremely happy.

"You are gloating!" Liao Xiaoqing glared at Wang Bo charmingly, and soon narrowed his eyes, and said with stars flashing in his eyes, "More than two thousand, Wang Bo? Should you treat him to express your grumbling?"

"Please invite! At noon, everyone in the 'English Salon' was shouted, I'll invite you to 'Xinfeng Snacks' for stews and steamed dishes!" Wang Bo waved his hand and said at magnificently.

"Ah--" Liao Xiaoqing was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Bo would invite so many people, so he said embarrassedly, "Forget it, Wang Bo, I'm just kidding! There are so many people in the 'English Salon', which costs a lot of money!"

"Do you want to get a lot of money? I guess you can't even spend a fraction of the royalties! That's it, please inform me when the get out of class is over." Wang Bo said nothing, but he was settled in his heart. The two novels "Rural Teacher" and "Chao Wen Dao" are about 40,000 words, 2,280 yuan, so the royalties are about 50-60/1000 words.

"It's really cheap! Fortunately, I don't make money by this!" Wang Bo's heart was full of stinginess with "Science Fiction World", but he didn't expect that with the average salary of five or six hundred yuan per month for urban residents in Shu Province, what he had made in less than a month was equivalent to the income of ordinary people for four or five months.

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After the morning break, his girlfriend Liang Ya took the initiative to find Wang Bo. The first thing she said surprised him when she found Wang Bo.

"Xiaobo, I'm sorry, I apologize to you for my father. Don't blame him, okay?" Liang Ya looked at Wang Bo and said with an apology.

Liang Ya's words were abrupt, but Wang Bo immediately understood what his girlfriend meant and thought, it would be strange if I don't blame him! I have put my hot face on several times, but I keep giving me a cold ass! Do I owe you what I owe?

But he didn't want his girlfriend to make things difficult, so he could only pretend to understand and say, "Blame Uncle Liang? Why should I blame Uncle Liang?"

"Xiaobo, on the day of my birth, you ran around and got busy, but my father never gave you any good looks. He shouldn't be like this. I... I'm sorry, can you forgive him?" At this point, Liang Ya was already crying, her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Liang Ya's expression shocked Wang Bo, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. It turned out that the beloved girl did not ignore the "unfair treatment" he received that day, but kept seeing it in her eyes and remembering it in her heart. Thinking of this, Wang Bo's resentment towards Liang Jingquan became a little lighter. Wang Bo stopped, looked at his girlfriend's face, and said sincerely:

"It's okay, Xiaoya. If you don't mention it, I almost forgot. I think Uncle Liang didn't mean to target me, maybe he had any misunderstandings about me. We are now underground, so I can't explain to him. After a year or two, we will be admitted to university. I will definitely perform well in front of Uncle Liang and make him proud of having me as a son-in-law, how about it?"

Wang Bo's reasonable and unconcerned answer moved Liang Ya very much, and was very ashamed. Liang Ya bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, Xiao Bo."

Wang Bo waved his hand and said that there was no need to say anything between him and her. He would never want to hear the other party say polite words like thank you again.

Wang Bo didn't want to continue to tangle about Liang Jingquan that was annoying. Suddenly, he saw the red rope bracelet that Liang Ya had on her left wrist and a little golden pig hanging from her bracelet. So he raised his right wrist and shook it, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah!" Liang Ya nodded, "It's just a bit too expensive. Why are you... buying such expensive things?" Thinking of Wang Bo's birthday gift, Liang Ya was worried and worried about gains and losses, and she said coquettishly, but her tone was filled with love.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Hey, I don't know what to give you to you after you're alive. Last time I went to Chengshi to record songs, I passed by a gold shop and went in and took a look. I saw a red silk rope wearing the twelve zodiac signs. I felt that you would look good on your hands, so I bought it. I was worried that you didn't like it. But now it looks quite suitable." While speaking, Wang Bo glanced at Liang Ya's left wrist again. His wrist was white and slender. A red and white rope was surrounded by red and white, and a trace of golden light appeared, which made Wang Bo feel a simple and pure beauty.

"Xiaobo, I like it very much. But I feel a little... a little too expensive. I don't dare to wear it at home. Moreover, on Friday night, have you already given me a gift? That is the best gift I have ever received in my life. Why are you giving it again?" Liang Ya said in a low voice, speaking with a spoiled voice.

"You said those three songs? Are they spiritual things? They can't fill their stomachs! We must keep pace with the times and focus on spiritual civilization and material civilization. As for whether it is expensive or not, don't care, Xiaoya! In my heart, your happiness is the most important thing! Besides, you are not unaware that your man is good at finding money! He made more than 2,000 more today. By the way, I called the reeds at noon and I'll treat you to dinner." Wang Bo waved his hand and said indifferently.

Hearing that Wang Bo had made more than 2,000 more, Liang Ya hurriedly asked what was going on. Wang Bo was proud of his heart, but the words he said were as light as cotton wool: "Isn't I bored some time ago? Did I write two science fiction novels? After I finished writing, I sent it to "Science Fiction World". I never thought, hey, it actually published it, and today I sent the sample and manuscript fee to me! Tang Jian and Han Lin knew, what's wrong? I kept clamoring to have a big shot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bo felt that his girlfriend's eyes were obviously different, excited, admiring, and honored. Liang Ya looked at Wang Bo's face calmly, and stretched out her palm with the little golden pig's palm: "Xiao Bo, I want to read the science fiction novel you wrote."

"I'm afraid it won't work now! Those guys in the class keep grabbing. During lunch, go to the newsstand to buy a book."

"Well! Go buy it immediately after school!"

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