Jiang Yi didn't dare to say that the date was determined, because the mail was too slow now, and besides, she didn't know if the manuscript fee would be paid in time, and as for whether the manuscript would be approved, she had never been worried.

However, Zhou Tingyuan was not only not happy when he heard her arrogant words about to have a treat, but immediately frowned and asked.

"Rich then? Where did you get your money? ”

That tone and expression were as if Jiang Yi was planning to rob money a month in advance for the sake of a treat.

Jiang Yi could see at a glance what he was thinking, and he was completely angry.

If it weren't for the fact that this person had saved her, I would have wanted to kick it.

"You don't care, anyway, you remember, at most a month, I will invite you to dinner at that time, and I will invite you to eat well, you can choose whatever you eat, I don't owe you favors." Jiang Yi simply decided the date himself.

Anyway, she didn't want to eat with him now, for fear of indigestion.

After waiting for a while and not hearing Zhou Tingyuan's refusal, Jiang Yi acquiesced, and emphasized: "Remember, at most a month, I won't pay the bills, and you won't be allowed not to come, it's the puppy who doesn't come." ”

After speaking, Jiang Yi turned his head and ran away with the schoolbag that was getting more and more torn.

Hearing that the school had already rang the class bell, Zhou Tingyuan did not catch up.

Of course, he wouldn't let a little girl who hadn't made any money entertain, and he didn't want to agree, but the little girl looked too thin, only her white little face still had a little meat.

Forget it, it's time to give her nutrition.

Besides, he also wanted to know how this quirky little girl planned to get the money, and he swore that it would last for a month.

Zhou Tingyuan turned around and left, not realizing that his patience and concern for Jiang Yi had far surpassed that of ordinary people.

As for He Gaofeng, he didn't take another look, stipulating that they had to kneel until the end of school, so that Jiang Yi could look at his mood again, and dare to leave a minute earlier and try it!

As soon as Jiang Yi returned to class, he hurriedly took out the manuscript paper.

The classmates in the class couldn't help but secretly talk about He Mengjiao after class, and she didn't have time to interject at all.

She is now a person who owes others a big meal, how can she have the time to pay attention to He Mengjiao's incompetence and stumbling.

I don't know if it was stimulated by Zhou Tingyuan's suspicion that she was robbing money, Jiang Yi picked up the pen and wrote like a spring, one afternoon and one night, and before going to bed, a 20,000-word novel had been released.

I was in a hurry to return the meal early, and Jiang Yi asked for leave during the recess exercise the next day, and sent out the four articles of the teaching and auxiliary classes together with the manuscript of the novel.

Out of the door of the post office, Jiang Yi couldn't help but stretch his arm, which was a little sore because of the rush.

Just waiting for a reply.

In the next few days, Jiang Yi was not idle.

The results of the monthly exam are only the first stage, Jiang Yi's goal is to send everyone to high school, of course, there are also classmates who want to study secondary school, but no matter what, not a minute can be wasted in the next year, and her review plan must be accurate to every day.

When Jiang Yi was so busy, on the fifth day when the manuscript was sent, the editorial department of "National Novel Monthly".

Li Ding, the youngest editor in the office, reviewed the manuscript all morning, and his eyes were glazed.

The problem is that if you can find a few excellent manuscripts if you are so tired, it is okay, but the circulation of the novel monthly newspaper is large, and now it is a time when the whole people are literate, and those who can write two strokes want to submit a manuscript to try, anyway, it is just an envelope and a stamp money, so the quality of the manuscript is really uneven.

"Read the last one again, and go to dinner after reading it." Li Ding encouraged himself.

Then he opened the envelope very slowly, and it was really a young man in his twenties, and now he was dizzy with hunger and looked like he was eighty years old.

"The truth? Mystery novels? Li Ding's interest in the name of the novel was lost by half as soon as he saw it, and it was too difficult for the reasoning class to write brilliantly.