Although Xiong Mumu was very disappointed, he was not discouraged, and continued to revise the tune, full of passion.

The little fat man's article is almost written, it is a very gorgeous essay, the little fat man's style is diametrically opposed to his gentle character, the sentences are spicy and sharp, full of irony, and the classics are quoted, and the famous allusions come at hand, not at all like the writing of a fifteen-year-old boy.

The little fat man is also satirizing the school's cramming education, laughing and scolding, and satirizing the current education model to the point that even the pants are gone, which is particularly interesting to watch.

Both guys wrote a central idea, and it must have been discussed.

"Xiaochao's writing is really good, I think it will definitely be published, you can correct the typo again, and I'll call you and ask."

Eyebrows and eyebrows praised, the little fat man is worthy of being a great talent in the future, he has already emerged at this time, and his talent is indeed brilliant, there is nothing to say.

However, she didn't plan to submit articles to the newspaper as she thought at the beginning, but to submit them internally, because when she chatted with Xiao Se last time, she learned that both Miss Feng and Xiao Jingming were very familiar with the newspaper and magazine industry, especially Xiao Jingming, who himself had to deal with these industries often, and he couldn't be more familiar.

Since someone has a relationship, there is no need to use it in vain, not to mention that the little fat man's article is really well written.

Meimei called Xiao Se, this girl is bored at home, so she asked Meimei to bring the article over for her to see, if she looks good, she will definitely find someone to help.

An hour later, Meimei went to Xiao's house, Xiong Mumu and Little Fat didn't go, they didn't want to be pampered by those terrifying pets anymore, once was enough.

Xiao Se leaned lazily on the sofa, and the living room was so cold that his brows were really shivering, and he quickly draped a blanket.

"Cersser, can you turn up the air conditioner? Such a low temperature is not good for the body. Meimei reminded again and again, knowing that it was nonsense, but she just couldn't help it.

Xiao Se looked down on the cowardice of his eyebrows, and deliberately angered her: "Is it still called air conditioning when it is turned up?" It has to be called heating, what do I do with the heating on a hot day, it's not that I have a hole in my brain. ”

"Whatever you want, love to be out of tune."

Meimei knew that this was the result, but she just felt that she was cheap, and she had to let Xiao Se stab her every time to be willing, not cheap!

Xiao Se glanced at ten lines, read very quickly, and didn't take the article brought by her friend to heart, but after only reading the first paragraph, she put away her contemptuous attitude and solemnly became serious.

"Is this really what the little fat man wrote?" Xiao Se was very suspicious, that crying fat man still had such a spicy pen style, she really couldn't believe it!

Meimei was unhappy, "Of course, why should I lie to you, Xiaochao is very talented, don't judge people by their appearance." ”

Xiao Se touched his nose a little embarrassed, smiled, and said flatteringly: "I'll call the editor-in-chief of Flower Language Magazine right now and fax the little fat man's article to her." ”

"Cersei, are you big enough? Why don't you let your dad come forward! Meimei was very suspicious of her friend's weight.

It's just a little hairy child, can the editor-in-chief take care of it?

Xiao Se gritted his teeth and said word by word: "My face must be bigger than yours, you can find that old cucumber if you like, I won't look for it anyway." ”

Meimei hurriedly closed his mouth, not daring to provoke Miss Xiao again, but what kind of stalk is the old cucumber?

Didn't Miss Xiao call her Lao Tzu by name before?