Song Zhiyi spent a few more days at Sea and Land Fort before returning to Qicheng.

"bite!"

The elevator door slowly opened, and Song Zhiyi dragged her suitcase out of the elevator.

Song Zhiyi saw a figure squatting there at her door. Song Zhiyi walked over nervously and quietly: "You...you are..."

The figure heard Song Zhiyi's voice and raised his head suddenly: "Song Zhiyi! You still know how to come back!"

Song Zhiyi looked at the sleepy and tired Li Ming with a shocked face. She licked her lips guiltily and gave an awkward smile to Li Ming.

"Hi, editor, we meet again."

Death-killing Li looked at Song Zhiyi with disgust: "Go away, open the door and let me in."

God knows, she, the gold medal editor, actually waited humbly in front of the author's door for two days and two nights before this "pigeon spirit" came.

Song Zhiyi opened the door and let Li Li into the house.

Li Ye didn't regard himself as an outsider. He directly changed his shoes and sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at Song Zhiyi with a look of resentment.

Song Zhiyi didn't bother to pack her luggage, and immediately boiled a pot of water and poured it on Li Li: "You... editor, why are you here?"

"Why do you think I'm here? If I don't come, you won't be able to see your dear editor!"

"Great!" Song Zhiyi accidentally blurted out what was in her heart, and successfully met the sharp gaze of Deathly Li. She suddenly lost her previous confidence, "No, I mean...

. Then I will be very sad.”

"..." Really? I really didn't see that you would be sad.

The corner of Li's mouth twitched, he cleared his throat, and said with a serious face: "For the work "Taking the National Idol", my company has increased the copyright fee by 50%. You see, otherwise I will sign it.

?”

"Okay." Song Zhiyi agreed without thinking.

An additional 50% was added to the previous copyright fee. What fool would refuse such a considerable figure? The sale of this copyright has added a brilliant and beautiful sum to her coffers, which makes me happy just thinking about it.

Seeing that Song Zhiyi agreed without any hesitation, Li Li breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then I will push the WeChat account of the person in charge to you, and you can make an appointment with him to chat."

Song Zhiyi smiled: "Okay, please, my dear Mr. Li, I have worked so hard for this matter!"

Death Li glanced at Song Zhiyi: "Don't think that I came here just to talk about this matter. There are still things that I haven't finished talking about."

"You said it!"

"You are holding the computer here now and you must finish writing a chapter and update it." Li Mingxing looked at Song Zhiyi, whose expression was getting dull. "When will you finish writing, I will leave."

"Editor..." Song Zhiyi blinked at Li Li, trying to make her soften, "Look, I just came back and I'm exhausted. Why don't you let me rest before I write."

Now let her, the king of pigeons for thousands of years, update her, which is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Death Li showed an interview look: "You have had enough rest in the past few days. Hurry up and get the computer to write."

Song Zhiyi, who was about to cry without tears, took out her laptop from her room and put it on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa with a pale face and looked at the blank document without a word in distress, and sighed deeply.

She finally understood now that she should never live in the same city as her editor, otherwise the editor would simply push for manuscripts online, while her editor would rush to her home directly.

Song Zhiyi felt bitter in her heart, but she couldn't express it. She could only look at editor Li, who was sleeping soundly on her sofa, and then looked at the six thousand-word manuscript she was facing, holding her head with a headache as she read.

Sitting on the computer in a daze.

After Tang Yuchen sent Song Zhiyi back to the community, he took Lu Xiwen back to the School of Physics at Z University.

None of the data from one experimental group was correct, which gave Tang Yuchen and Professor Li a headache, so Professor Li had to call in Lu Xiwen and Tang Yuchen.

"Tell me about this class of students, every one of them is even worse than Madagascar." Professor Li crossed his arms and looked at the students who were re-doing the experiments. "Three sets of data, each set is wrong. If it is spread out, it will be wrong."

It’s a huge embarrassment to Z.”

Tang Yuchen adjusted the frame of his glasses: "It is normal to make mistakes, but their error rate is as high as 80%, so they are not careful."

Tang Yuchen turned around and patted Professor Li on the shoulder: "It seems that I am going to make the test paper more difficult. I can't let them continue to mess around like this."

Tang Yuchen just saw one or two girls in the laboratory who were not doing the experiment seriously from beginning to end, but focused their attention on him. This made him more determined to increase the difficulty of the test paper.

In the past years, all students crammed before the end of the semester and memorized the theoretical knowledge in the books so that they could answer the final exam every year.

But this year’s question maker is Tang Yuchen.

Tang Yuchen's classroom style has never been about teaching only written content. He has expanded on many more knowledge points than other professors. Likewise, the assignments he assigns are much more difficult.

Tang Yuchen was sitting at his desk, revising this year's final papers one after another.

"Professor Tang," Tang Yuchen's office was pushed open, and a female teacher wearing a professional skirt walked in, "I heard that you are back, so I came to see you."

Tang Yuchen glanced at Ling Jiajia lightly: "Is something wrong?"

Ling Jiajia stretched out her hand to help her eyes, smiled and sat on the chair in front of her desk, raising her legs in black stockings: "Nothing, I just want to see Professor Tang."

"If you have nothing to do, please go out." Tang Yuchen kept his eyes fixed on the computer, and his hands were constantly typing on the keyboard.

Ling Jiajia was slightly embarrassed, but she still smiled charmingly and stared at Tang Yuchen.

Ling Jiajia made her voice as sweet as possible: "Professor, are you free tonight? Let's have a meal together?"

"No time."

Tang Yuchen's eyes were always on his computer, and he didn't even glance at Ling Jiajia, who dressed up in a professional short skirt to see him. Ling Jiajia was a little unconvinced and wanted to say something else to attract Tang Yuchen's attention.

But he was interrupted by Tang Yuchen's voice.

"If you have nothing to do, please leave. Oh, by the way, it's not polite to enter the office without knocking on the door."

Ling Jiajia could only leave Tang Yuchen's office angrily.

Tang Yuchen corrected the paper and then left the office.

.....

Inside the Tang family's old house.

"Yu Chen," Tang Jimin took a sip of the fine Longjing, looked at Tang Yuchen sitting in front of him, and spoke slowly, "do you know why I asked you to come?"

"I don't know." Tang Yuchen replied.

He really didn't know why his grandfather suddenly called him here in such a hurry, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

In a dark European-style study room, an old man and a young man sat facing each other across a huge table.

Tang Jimin said: "Mr. Lin called me that day and said that you were chasing a girl. He told me that he had someone investigate the girl. Her parents had been on the run for many years due to debts, and now there is no news."

Tang Yuchen's expression darkened: "He is quite well-informed."

"You kid, don't worry, just listen to what I have to say." Tang Jimin knocked on the table, "He really treats me like an old fool with his words. He just steps on me and praises his daughter."

, said that his daughter had been crying for two or three days because of this incident. I was thinking to myself that this was not what she wanted to cry about, do you think so?"

Tang Yuchen nodded in agreement: "Grandpa said yes."

"What I want to tell you is, if you like other girls, do it immediately. Grandpa doesn't care about your young affairs."

At his age, Tang Jimin didn't want to be accused of being like those old idiots in the stories about overbearing presidents who forced arranged marriages. He didn't want to be accused of such a crime.

Tang Jimin continued to say earnestly to Tang Yuchen: "By the way, don't say things like 'Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention' to other girls like the male protagonists in those CEO novels. The male protagonists in other people's novels

You are handsome and handsome, and when you say it, you say it is flirtatious, but when you say you look ugly, you are a greasy man."

"Grandpa, you..." Tang Yuchen twitched his lips helplessly, "Why did you start reading the CEO's article?"

"Don't worry about it. I told you first that you have to praise your handsome grandpa more in front of other girls." Tang Jimin tugged on his tie. He accidentally exerted force and couldn't help but cough a few times.

She said, "We need to let people know that your grandpa is very supportive of your love. We also need to let people know that your grandpa is not an old fool with feudal ideas in the novel."

These days, Tang Jimin is no longer obsessed with the handsome rap. Instead, he fell in love with reading romance novels under the guidance of his granddaughter.

He read all the articles about domineering presidents, articles about the entertainment industry, and stories about brother-sister relationships.

It was so selfless to watch, I was so intoxicated that I forgot all about food and sleep, and from time to time I would still smile at the text on my phone.

Tang Yuchen held his eyes and said helplessly: "Grandpa, you can easily scare people away like this."

Tang Jimin glanced at Tang Yuchen with disgust, but turned around and thought that his stupid grandson was about to wake up, and he had to help him.

Tang Jimin stood up and walked to Tang Yuchen on crutches, patting him on the shoulder: "Go and read more about how the male protagonists of other people's novels talk about love. Grandpa recommends two books to you, one is called "Winning the National Idol"

", and another one is still being serialized, called "Professor Momoda". They are all written by the same author, and they are very interesting."

Tang Yuchen didn't have any reaction at first, until he heard the words "Professor Mumada", he was startled - he read the book written by Song Zhiyi with his grandfather, and made a very good evaluation

.

Tang Yuchen's expressionless face showed some discomfort. Didn't his dear grandfather realize that the prototype of this book was the grandson who was standing in front of him at this time?

"I know, grandpa." Tang Yuchen put his hand into a fist and put it against his lips, coughing lightly, "I'm going to go and see it right now."

After saying that, Tang Yuchen walked to the door of the study and opened the door.

"Wait a minute!" Tang Jimin stopped Tang Yuchen, "I think it might be easier to catch him if you go to the doctor."

"..." He is truly a grandpa.

Tang Jimin looked at Tang Yuchen's figure without looking back, walked away on his crutches, shook his head helplessly and returned to the office chair with a sigh.

It's hard for him not to worry about his grandson's appearance, and also worry about his grandson's skills in flirting with girls. What's even more angry is why his looks and skills in flirting with girls have not been passed down to his grandson, otherwise he would have died early.

Just hold your grandson.
Chapter completed!