Because his physique and spirit are very high, Zhou Chen's energy is still very strong.
Even after a day of military training, he still has some energy left. He only needs about six hours of sleep a day to feel full of energy.
There was still some time before he went to bed, so Zhou Chen didn't waste any time and continued to take out his notebook and start writing about Zhu Xian.
Without a computer, I can only write by hand, which is really tiring and also wastes my notebook.
But fortunately, after more than half a month of training, he has become accustomed to handwriting, and his handwriting speed has also improved. However, compared with using a computer to code, the efficiency is still much lower.
As for the program Chief of Staff Zhao wanted, Zhou Chen was not in a hurry. For him, it only took a few days of work to produce it.
Just because it might be ready doesn't mean it's going to be given to him right away. He also wants to take advantage of this to give himself free time at night, so he can delay it for as long as he wants, as long as it's handed over to him within the stipulated time.
The fact that Zhou Chen did not attend evening self-study caused a huge reaction in the class of Renhe Medical College. Both men and women were envious. Some even wanted to imitate Zhou Chen, but in the end they were all ruthlessly suppressed by the instructors.
The two instructors were actually quite dissatisfied with Zhou Chen not attending evening classes, but knowing that this was an order from Chief of Staff Zhao, they could only accept it with pinched noses.
In this way, Zhou Chen trained with everyone during the day, and went back to the dormitory to "create" at night, and his life was flourishing.
Zhou Chen's comfort made other people in the dormitory really jealous, but they had no choice but to complain bitterly every time.
Zhou Chen was naturally too lazy to argue with them and just focused on his own creation. In one month, Zhu Xian had written more than 100,000 words, and Sanzhongmen had written more than 20,000 words.
A month has passed since he submitted the article, but he has not received a reply yet. This makes Zhou Chen very depressed and the efficiency is too low.
This is still around Yanjing, and the reply is so slow. If it is sent to other cities, wouldn't it be even slower?
This made Zhou Chen very helpless, and he also missed the time when submitting articles was not so troublesome decades later. Replies would only come within a few days at the latest, instead of waiting anxiously like this.
Although there has been no reply to his submission, his novel has already become popular in the military camp.
Because the manuscript that Gu Ming gave to Xiao Hong was circulated, many girls from other schools went to Zhao Yingnan's dormitory to copy it.
One pass to two, two to three...
Slowly, Zhou Chen's "Three-layer Gate" became a hit in the military camp. Countless students have read his book, and he has become the object of admiration by countless students.
When walking on the road, there are always people saying hello to Zhou Chen, and many people even urge him in person, which makes Zhou Chen very uncomfortable.
It didn't matter if he was urged to update online, but being urged to update by so many people in reality made him too embarrassed.
During this period, Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong, the happy enemies, never stopped playing. They even secretly went to the studio to record a song at night. What happened was that the two instructors who were being inspected
Discover.
In order to cover Xiao Hong's departure, Qiu Shui himself was caught red-handed. This incident aroused the instructor's anger and asked Qiu Shui to reveal which girl he had a secret meeting with.
Qiu Shui was not stupid, so of course it was impossible to tell him, so he took the responsibility alone.
In the end, Zhou Chen saw that he was pitiful and looked like he was going to be kicked out of school, so he went to Zhao Yingnan for help and asked Zhao Yingnan to intercede for Qiu Shui.
In the end, Instructors Dai and Instructor Sun did not give Qiu Shui a more severe punishment because of the honor of the chief's daughter. They just asked him to make a self-examination and review his mistakes in front of all the instructors and students.
For a fool like Qiu Shui, this is not a big deal at all. The review he wrote fully shows off his literary background, and his words are completely wrong.
Zhou Chen came to Chief of Staff Zhao's office again. He knew that Chief of Staff Zhao came to him to ask for a program, so he brought the program he had prepared.
What surprised him was that besides Chief of Staff Zhao, there was another officer in the office whom he had never seen before.
"Comrade Xiao Zhou, one month has passed. How is the program creation going?"
The first thing Chief of Staff Zhao said when he met Zhou Chen was about the program, which is enough to show how much he cares.
When Zhou Chen heard the title of Chief of Staff Zhao, he complained in his heart. After meeting him a few times, he had already changed his titles several times.
"Chief, during this period of time, I have worked hard and worked hard to create. I wrote several songs but I was not satisfied with them, so I gave up."
"Not done yet?" Chief of Staff Zhao's tone suddenly changed.
Zhou Chen said unhurriedly: "There are no new songs, but I got inspired and wrote a sketch. I personally thought it was very good, so I gave it to the chief to review."
"The song wasn't finished, so you wrote a skit?"
Chief of Staff Zhao was very surprised. In fact, his expectations for Zhou Chen were more that he hoped that Zhou Chen could write a good song. But instead of a song, he made a sketch instead, which made him suspicious of Zhou Chen.
Taking the notebook handed over by Zhou Chen, he read it carefully. After a few minutes, he smiled.
"It's interesting."
Zhou Chen rolled his eyes, it's not just a bit interesting, it's very interesting, okay?
The sketch he produced was a classic among classics. A few years later, it would become popular all over the country. However, when it came to Chief of Staff Zhao, it turned out to be only somewhat interesting.
Chief of Staff Zhao handed the notebook to the officer next to him and said, "Lao Zhu, you are a professional, please give me an evaluation."
The officer known as Lao Zhu took the book with a smile. He was from the army art troupe and was definitely an expert in cultural performances. He didn't think Zhou Chen, a student, could write any good works, but Staff Zhao
I have to give you the face you deserve,
I thought I would take a casual look and deal with the matter, but of course after seeing the content of the skit written by Zhou Chen, my face suddenly became serious, and then I sat up straight and read it word by word from beginning to end.
The whole process lasted for nearly ten minutes, which made Lao Zhao a little impatient.
Zhou Chen looked at the officer curiously. Lao Zhao just said that he was a professional. Could it be that this man was also engaged in entertainment?
"Okay, okay, it's so well written, so well written!"
Lao Zhu suddenly shouted, startling both Zhou Chen and Chief of Staff Zhao.
Lao Zhao even scolded: "Why are you so crazy? Lao Zhu, please be serious."
Lao Zhu smiled awkwardly, then clapped the notebook in his hand and said: "Chief of Staff, this is a good notebook. If it were performed, it would be very good. I can't believe that a college student can write such an excellent sketch.
Works, little comrade, your family is engaged in cultural work?"
Zhou Chen shook his head and replied: "No, it's just that I am more interested in literature and like to write stories. This is a work that I have worked hard on. I also ask the chief to help me correct it if there is anything wrong with it."
Lao Zhu Saran smiled and said: "If you are not excellent at this, then the other sketches will be even less good. Chief of Staff, this script must be given to our art troupe to perform."
"piss off."
Lao Zhao didn't give any face at all and started scolding him directly. If Lao Zhu was so excited, the skit would definitely be good. How could he let him go?
"This is what our military camp prepared for the Spring Festival Gala. If you want to take it away, go ahead and live your spring and autumn dreams."
With that said, he grabbed the book and said happily to Zhou Chen: "Comrade Xiao Zhou, you are very good, very good."
Zhou Chen would not miss this good opportunity and immediately said what he had prepared before coming.
"Chief, this sketch has very high requirements for actors. If an actor is selected, I hope to participate."
"This is a small matter. You wrote this. The selection must go through you, no problem."
"Also, Chief, you said before that a program may not be safe, so I thought there would still be time to try and see if I could create some more works."
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhao was even more delighted: "Okay, Comrade Xiao Zhou has a high level of consciousness. Apart from military training, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just create seriously."
Even Lao Zhu is rushing to get the program, which is enough to show Zhou Chen's ability. He will never treat those who are capable.
Instead, Lao Zhu licked his face and said to Zhou Chen: "Comrade, I am from the art troupe of the army. Do you think you can write a similar sketch for our art troupe?"
He didn't know how Zhou Chen was good at writing songs, but when it came to writing sketches, he didn't expect to be able to write a sketch of the same level. As long as he could write a sketch that was half as good, he would be satisfied.
Chief of Staff Zhao immediately said: "Fuck you, Comrade Xiao Zhou is my soldier, why are you here to join in the fun?"
Lao Zhu: "Chief of Staff, I am doing this for the sake of the army."
The two argued for a while, and finally Zhou Chen agreed to create a sketch for Lao Zhu, and was let go by the two bosses.
One more sketch is not difficult for Zhou Chen, but it gives him more excuses not to go to evening classes.
The most important thing is that Chief of Staff Zhao is satisfied and his life in the military camp will be much easier if he catches up with Chief of Staff Zhao.
Two days later, news came from the mailroom, asking Zhou Chen to pick up the letter.
As soon as he heard the news, Zhou Chen immediately knew the reason. There must be replies to the submission letters he sent, so he immediately prepared to go to the mailroom.
As soon as I walked out of the door of the boys' dormitory, I met Zhao Yingnan.
"Zhou Chen, I heard that there is a letter from you in the mailroom. It must be a reply to your submission. Let's go and take a look."
In fact, she was also very nervous because she hoped Zhou Chen could succeed.
"Okay, let's go there together."
Zhou Chen naturally would not refuse.
Although he was full of confidence in his novel, he really didn't dare to vouch for whether it would be acclimatized in this era. He could only hope that the editors would be discerning and take a fancy to his triple gate.
