Half past six in the morning.
Ying Chanxi got up on time and washed up.
He heated up a bag of milk for himself, took two slices of bread, and went to the balcony with Chanxi.
I used my mobile phone to send a good morning to my father, and then turned on the radio that had been recorded in the high school vocabulary list, and started playing word listening.
Ying Chanxi stretched his body, listened, and spelled words in his mind.
After simply stretching her body, she sat on a chair by the balcony, eating breakfast and continuing to listen to the words.
At seven o'clock, Ying Chanxi returned to the study, put on her ponytail, and entered into pre-study mode.
Every half an hour, she would get up and walk, stretch her body, and look at her mobile phone.
Then continue to invest in learning.
By the time I got out of my studying state, it was already past 12 noon.
Take another look at your phone.
Dad didn't reply.
Aunt Lin next door didn't let Li Luo come to call her to eat.
Uncle Li and Aunt Lin will definitely open a shop today, so it's normal not to cook at noon.
Yesterday, I told Li Luo that I had to study high school knowledge seriously, so he probably wouldn't come to play with me.
Maybe he has asked Zhao Rongjun to go out to play basketball?
So, it will be another monotonous day.
Ying Chanxi stretched out, walked out of the study, rummaged through the refrigerator in the kitchen, and planned to eat some noodles.
But recalling Uncle Li's skill in making noodles in his mind, Ying Chanxi's mouth watered a little.
The noodles I ordered suddenly felt a bit bland.
So Ying Chanxi changed his clothes, picked up his mobile phone, put on his shoes and went out.
First, he knocked on the opposite door to confirm that no one was inside. Then he knew that Li Luo must have run out to play.
Ying Chanxi walked downstairs and walked all the way to the breakfast shop opposite the community.
result.
Just when she walked into the store and was about to ask Aunt Lin for some fried noodles, she saw a very familiar figure inside.
"Hey." Li Luo at the front desk saw Ying Chanxi's pink oval face, raised his hand to say hello, and said with a smile, "What does this guest want to order?"
Ying Chanxi stood at the door, looked at Li Luo, blinked, thought he had seen it wrong, took a step back, and stepped in from the threshold.
Looking over there again, I found Li Luo still standing there.
Hmm...it's not an illusion after all.
"Why is Xixi here?" When Lin Xiuhong saw Ying Chanxi, she immediately stood up from her chair with a smile, and then shouted into the kitchen, "Old Li! Give Xixi some fried noodles!"
"Okay!" Li Guohong responded in the kitchen.
Ying Chanxi obediently sat down in the seat in front of the stage, politely greeted Lin Xiuhong, and then looked at Li Luo with a confused look on his face.
"I know what you are thinking." Li Luo leaned over the counter, held up his chin and said with a smile, "This guy is usually so playful. He should be playing ball outside with Zhao Rongjun, so why would he stay in the store obediently?
How about help?"
When Ying Chanxi heard this, his face tightened immediately: "I didn't think so."
"This kid doesn't know which tendons are tight." Lin Xiuhong said at the side, "I got up in the middle of the night and had to come to the store to help."
"Mom, please stop telling the truth." Li Luo glanced at his mother and said, "You haven't closed your grin since the morning. I don't know how happy you are."
"I was lamenting that you have some conscience and know how difficult it is for your parents." Lin Xiuhong was always interrupted by this stinky boy, "Even this mouth is still as smelly as before, even if you say half a sentence
It’s going to be annoying.”
Having said this, Lin Xiuhong ignored her son and turned to Ying Chanxi and asked, "Where is Xixi? What did you do today?"
"I previewed the classes for the first year of high school this morning." Ying Chanxi answered obediently. "I plan to do some exercises in the afternoon to get used to it. I will go to the attached No. 1 Middle School next week to register and participate in the summer vacation advance class there."
There are a total of 160 students in the independent enrollment batch of the Attached No. 1 Middle School. It can be said that they are the batch of students with the best academic performance and ability in Yinjiang District and surrounding areas.
Every year during the summer vacation, the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Yuhang will give these 160 students early high school training.
Commonly known as opening a small stove.
The main purpose is to speed up their learning of basic high school knowledge. After they officially start school, because their learning progress is faster than that of ordinary students, they will have enough time to participate in those subject competitions.
Therefore, although the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School admits about 640 freshmen in each class, the level of students in the independent enrollment batch and the students admitted in the subsequent examinations are likely to be completely different.
And students like Ying Chanxi, who are at the level of academic masters, must have been the focus of attention from the First High School early on.
"Look at Xixi, she's on vacation, but she still studies hard every day." Lin Xiuhong turned to look at Li Luo and said.
Li Luo sighed, he was already immune to his mother's "other people's children's tricks".
When he was a child, he would argue with his mother, but now he just said to Ying Chanxi: "What my mother means is that you are too tired to study like this, and you have to relax occasionally. You have to tell me about this."
study."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiuhong and Ying Chanxi both looked at him with very strange expressions. They were probably thinking about how Li Luo had the nerve to say such words.
"Here comes the fried noodles!" Li Guohong appeared at the right time and brought a bowl of fragrant fried noodles in front of Yingchanxi.
Li Luo also scooped a bowl of light seaweed soup for Ying Chanxi.
Ying Chanxi picked up the chopsticks, took a sip of seaweed soup to moisten his throat, and then tasted it in small sips.
"Mom, the store shouldn't be busy in the afternoon, right?" Li Luo asked.
"You're not busy, what's wrong?"
"After that, she finished eating the noodles, and I went back with her." Li Luo said, "Go home and catch up on some sleep."
"I know, let's go."
So, after Ying Chanxi had finished her meal, Li Luo followed her back to the opposite community.
While walking on the road, Li Luo glanced at the time and said to Ying Chanxi, "I'll go back and take a nap. I'll go to your house to play on the computer in the afternoon."
"Oh, okay." Ying Chanxi nodded and agreed.
"Would you like to play together?"
"I don't want to play." Ying Chanxi shook his head, "I have to prepare my homework, you can just play."
"Actually, what I just said was true."
"Ah?" Ying Chanxi was stunned for a moment, his expression a little confused, "What did you say?"
"I said." Li Luo glanced at her, "Occasionally you should relax and do something you like."
When Ying Chanxi heard what he said, he shook his head subconsciously: "No, I like to study."
Li Luo: "..."
After returning home, Li Luo took a nap and strolled to Yingchanxi's house.
Ying Chanxi gave Li Luo the study room with the computer, and went back to the desk in the bedroom to study with the textbook in hand.
Although he didn't talk much for the rest of the afternoon, Ying Chanxi felt much more at ease than in the morning.
Every half hour, Ying Chanxi would take a break, get up and stretch his body, and then wander to the study to see what Li Luo was doing.
As a result, every time I approached the study, I could hear the crackling sound of the keyboard inside. When I actually entered, I saw animation playing on the computer.
Ying Chanxi felt strange, but didn't ask any more questions. He thought that Li Luo was probably playing games, but he was afraid that he would tell Aunt Lin secretly later, so he pretended to be watching anime every time.
So Ying Chanxi tacitly agreed and continued to study in the bedroom.
…
June 20th.
Changning Wenyue Group, Qidian Chinese Website Editorial Department.
Qianzhou, the editor of the Urban Group, is reviewing the manuscript.
He has only been in office for a month this year, and he still has few author resources. There are very few manuscripts submitted to the internal mailbox, so he can only find new authors from the manuscript pool directly submitted to the website.
With these new books that have just been released, ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands of words, and maybe more than twenty books in a row, Qianzhou can barely get one that meets the threshold for signing a contract.
It was lunch time at noon, and just when he was reading so hard that he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly saw a book of urban entertainment.
Read the first three chapters.
Traveling to a parallel world, all the music, literature, and film and television works that the protagonist is familiar with are no longer there.
As soon as he woke up from time travel, he appeared at the new little diva's concert and was selected as a lucky audience member to sing a song on stage.
As a result, the protagonist comes with his own system, and a song of east wind breaks the shocking skills of four people...
The editor scanned the book very quickly. After briefly browsing the plot, Qianzhou raised his eyebrows and read it again in detail.
The text is straightforward and simple, and the system settings are thrown out step by step according to the plot. There is no bad habit of newcomers who are impatient and forget about settings.
The beginning of the plot is also quite gimmicky. It starts with the diva's concert blowing up, and with golden fingers, the main plot is quickly introduced, conflicts are resolved, gains are summarized, the protagonist progresses, and the next stage...
Hmm...it's quite skillful to advance the rhythm.
Qianzhou read two more chapters and took another look at the author's pen name - Rekindle.
Never heard of it.
I guess it’s the vest number of an old author?
To rekindle, to rekindle, doesn’t it mean to live out the second life?
It must be some old man who wants to use his vest number to reincarnate in the dirt.
Maybe it's one of the frequent eunuchs.
Qianzhou thought so and immediately sent a signing invitation to the backend of the book.
Before other editors have read this book, you have to sign it as soon as possible.
After all, he is a new editor. It doesn't matter what kind of old eunuch he is, as long as he can write good results.
However, what happened after this incident made him a little crazy.
From the 20th when he discovered this book, to a whole week later, the author named Reignited never responded to his invitation to sign a contract!
Even the editor in the same group next door saw this book. Because the book has never been signed, it is still circulating in the pool and is picked up by other editors.
So several other editors, without knowing it, took turns sending invitations to sign the book in the past few days.
After several days of no response, several editors casually mentioned it while chatting over dinner, and then they discovered that the author had really been ignoring him!
After finishing his meal, Qianzhou returned to his seat. He checked the author's background information with disbelief, found the other person's QQ, and took the initiative to add him as a friend.
In the afternoon, the friend application was finally approved.
Qianli immediately sent a message, explained the situation to the other party, and then asked why the other party refused to sign the contract.
result……
[Reignited]: Sorry, editor, I am a minor and I am still trying to convince my mother, otherwise I won’t be able to sign the contract.
【Qianzhou】:???
Chapter completed!