When the phalanx was disbanded, Su Qing walked quickly towards the dormitory immediately. Her small body blended into the gradually chaotic crowd, and there really was no disturbance at all.

So when Yin Qi turned her head and wanted to find Su Qing to accompany her back to class to put down her class cards, she couldn't find anyone for a while.

"Where did this guy go?"

Yin Qi muttered to herself doubtfully, her eyes constantly patrolling the playground - but now that the phalanx had just been disbanded, it was the most chaotic time, and everyone was wearing the same school uniform. Her eyes were really watching.

of some flowers.

Seeing that she couldn't find it, Yin Qi had no choice but to go back and put out the class cards by herself.

Although her project was not at the beginning of the sports meeting, as a class activist, she also needed to hand out water to the athletes, write motivational words, cheer for the cheerleading team, etc., so there really was not much time to waste.

Yin Qi's good popularity is not just gained by her appearance and bullying others.

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Su Qing has never been interested in sports meets. She is a very lazy person. For her, on this sunny morning when there is no school, what could be better than lying on the bed and sleeping comfortably?

Which one feels more comfortable?

As for her events - whether it is her 3,000-meter race or Yin Qi's 1,000-meter and 400-meter relay races, they are all events tomorrow afternoon. Su Qing has seen the schedule and she remembers it very clearly.

Therefore, she feels at ease when she is lazy.

I don't know if it was a habit or something else, but before Su Qing returned to the dormitory from the playground, she went to the reception room to ask questions as usual.

In the past two weeks, the old man in the communication room has become familiar with Su Qing. When he saw her coming, he smiled and asked, "Are you here to ask for a letter again? Why are you here this morning?"

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"There's a sports meeting today." Su Qing pointed in the direction of the playground. Over there, a loud march was playing continuously from the loudspeaker, and the whole school was enveloped in an atmosphere of sports craze.

"Oh, yes, it's the sports meeting..." The old man muttered, then took out a brown letter from the drawer and threw it in front of Su Qing, "No, your letter."

"Ah, did you get a reply today?"

This was really a surprise. Su Qing originally thought that today would be another day without a reply, but she didn't expect that there was actually a letter from her.

But think about it, it has been two weeks since the letter was sent, and it is indeed time to reply.

However, there is only one letter.

Su Qing picked it up and read it. It was a reply from Chunmiao Magazine.

"Thank you, grandpa. I'll bring you some more melon seeds next time." Su Qing smiled, exchanged the usual courtesy with the uncle in the reception room, took the letter and went to the dormitory.

Halfway through, Su Qing opened the envelope and placed the manuscript she sent intact inside. In addition, there was a brand-new ten-dollar note and a letter that read "Thank you for your contribution to ""

The trust and support of "Spring Miao"..." It's a lot of official language, but the content of this letter can be summed up in just two words.

Reject the manuscript.

As for the ten yuan, it is probably to take care of the self-esteem of the contributor, to give the so-called "touch", and to encourage the creator to continue creating. It is the default rule for submission at this time.

"Tsk, it really doesn't work."

She casually threw the envelope and the reply letter from Chun Miao into the trash can on the roadside, and then walked to the dormitory.

The rejection of "Chun Miao" was an expected thing, and Su Qing was not too disappointed. After all, the article she wrote was quite different from the literary style that Chun Miao advocated, and it was not very strong.

In terms of literature, there is no profound meaning that reflects current social events. It is just an entertainment novel that complains about nothing. "Spring Sprouts" can only have ghosts if it is chosen well.

It can't be said that all the hard work was in vain. At least, there was a writing fee.

Su Qing saved the ten dollars and comforted herself in her heart.

She doesn’t know what the results will be for other magazines. She sent it to three magazines in total. If the other two magazines also fail, then she should consider cutting "Qiuse" and "Dongxue" in half and start again.

Just make up a story.

Um, maybe, consider starting over and writing the novel she originally conceived?

The setting inside is relatively novel compared to today, but I don’t know if the editors and readers of the magazine will buy it.

If selected, the novel must be serialized based on the number of words - if it can be serialized, the money will be more stable than a single article, which is equivalent to getting a long-term meal ticket.

However, these are all nonsense, and we still have to look at the next reply.

With this in mind, Su Qing walked through the small garden and returned to the dormitory building.

Perhaps just to prevent people like Su Qing from being too lazy to go back to the dormitory to sleep, the loudspeaker in the dormitory building also played the deafening march like a playground.

It's really noisy.

The school really understands the students surprisingly well in some aspects...

Su Qing sighed helplessly and had no intention of leaving. She was already in the dormitory anyway and couldn't sleep, so it would be best to lie down on the bed for a while.

If you are noisy, just make some noise.

After returning to the dormitory and opening the door, Su Qing walked to her bed and lifted the mosquito net and took a look. Little Bailong was still lying seriously in his little corner, staring at the dictionary in front of him without blinking, reading.

He seemed to be studying calligraphy very seriously, and he didn't even notice that Su Qing was back.

'Really are……'

Su Qing rolled her eyes, took off her shoes and clothes, and shouted to Xiao Bailong in disgust: "Xiao Hei, stop pretending, you are too fake."

When she comes back, if the little white dragon is reading the dictionary seriously, or even acts like it doesn't even know she's back, then there's a good chance that it's not learning the words seriously.

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Everyone has struggled with parents and teachers since childhood, and everyone understands.

"Ah, Su Qing, why are you back?" Xiao Bailong raised his head from the dictionary, as if he had just discovered Su Qing at this moment, and happily floated over, blinking, as if he didn't understand Su Qing at all.

What are you saying, "Why are you pretending? I'm too fake."

It is said that pets follow their owners, and Xiao Bailong's innocent appearance really looks more and more like Su Qing.

"Hey, you go on playing with yourself, and I'll take a nap."

Su Qing didn't bother to argue with Xiao Bailong. She asked Xiao Bailong to learn calligraphy on her own initiative. Now Xiao Bailong can even understand the novels she wrote. It doesn't matter whether he learns calligraphy or not.

Anyway, at this time of the sports day, probably no one will come back from the dormitory, so Xiao Bailong can play if he wants.

After taking off her shoes and school uniform, Su Qing lay down on the window and closed her eyes.

The impassioned march was still playing in the corridor, but Su Qing closed the door and opened the bedroom window again, so the sound of the march became blurred, hazy, and not that noisy.
Chapter completed!