Chapter 10 I am a minor
Six-thirty in the morning.
Ying Chanxi got up on time and washed up.
He heated a bag of milk for himself, took two slices of bread, and walked 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 entered into 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 his ponytail, and entered the preview state.
Every half an hour, she would get up and walk, stretch her body and look at her mobile phone.
Then continue to study.
By the time I got out of my studying state, it was already past 12 noon.
Look at the phone again.
Dad did not reply to the message.
Aunt Lin next door didn’t let Li Luo come and call her to eat.
Uncle Li and Aunt Lin will definitely open a shop today. It is normal not to cook at noon.
Yesterday I told Li Luo that I had to prepare for high school knowledge seriously, so he probably wouldn’t come to play with me.
Maybe you have 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 when he recalled Uncle Li's skill in making noodles, Ying Chanxi drooled a little.
The noodles I ordered suddenly felt a bit bland.
So Ying Chanxi changed her clothes, picked up her mobile phone, put on her shoes and went out.
First he went to the opposite door and knocked on it. After confirming that no one was inside, 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.
Results.
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.
"Why are 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. "Hey!" 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 table, held up his chin and said with a smile, “This guy is usually so playful, he should be playing ball outside with Zhao Rongjun, why? Will you stay in the store and help?"
When Ying Chanxi heard this, his face suddenly tightened: "I didn't think so."
"This kid doesn't know where he is. The tendon is tight." Lin Xiuhong said, "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 Lao. Mom said, "You haven't closed your grin all morning. I don't know how happy you are."
"I was feeling that you still have some conscience and know how difficult it is for your parents." Lin Xiuhong's emotions were always interrupted by this stinky boy, "This mouth is still as smelly as before, and it will make people annoying even if you say a few words."
At this point, Lin Xiuhong didn't want to pay attention. His son was dead, so he turned to Ying Chanxi and asked, "Where is Xixi? What did you do today?"
"I previewed the course 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, and I will report to the No. 1 Middle School next week to participate in the summer vacation advance class there.”
The independent enrollment batch of the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School has a total of 160 students. 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 summer vacation, Yuhang No. 1 Middle School will provide these 160 students with high school training in advance.
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.
So 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.
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 is on vacation, but she still studies hard every day." Lin Xiuhong turned to look at Li Luo and said.
Li Luo sighed, 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 sometimes. You have to learn this from me."
As soon as he said this, Lin Xiuhong and Ying Chanxi looked at him with very strange expressions, probably thinking about how Li Luo had the nerve to say this. .
"Here comes the fried noodles!" Li Guohong appeared at the right time and brought a bowl of fragrant fried noodles to Ying Chanxi.
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?”
“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 finished her meal, Li Luo followed her back to the opposite community.
Walking on the road, Li Luo glanced at the time and said to Ying Chanxi: "I'll go back and take a nap, and 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. "
"Huh?" 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."
Hearing what he said, Ying Chanxi shook his head subconsciously: "No, I like to study."
Li Luo: "... ..."
After returning home, Li Luo took a nap and strolled to Ying Chanxi's house.
Ying Chanxi gave Li Luo the study room with the computer, and carried the textbook back to the desk in the bedroom to study.
Although he didn't speak 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, stand 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 secretly tell Aunt Lin 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 has few author resources. There are very few manuscripts submitted to the internal mailbox. He can only fish for new authors from the manuscript pool directly submitted to the website.
With these new books that have just been released, which have 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 traveling, he appeared at the concert of the new little diva and was selected as a lucky audience member to sing a song on stage.
It turns out that the protagonist has his own system, a song called Dongfeng breaks the shocking skills of four people...
The editor scanned the book very quickly. After briefly browsing the plot, Qianzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows and read it carefully again. Again.
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 gimmick. It starts with the diva's concert blowing up, and with golden fingers, the main plot is quickly introduced, resolving conflicts, summarizing the harvest, the progress of the protagonist, and the next stage...
Hmm... …The pace of advancement is quite sophisticated.
Qianzhou read two more chapters and took another look at the author's pen name - Rekindle.
Never heard of it.
Is it the vest number of an old author?
Rekindling, rekindling, 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 eunuchs who is a frequent visitor.
Qianzhou thought so and immediately sent a signing invitation to the backend of this book.
Before other editors get this book, you have to sign it quickly.
He is a new editor after all. 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 I discovered this book, and for a whole week, the author called Reignited never responded to his invitation to sign a contract!
Even the editor in the same group next door saw this book. Because this book has never been signed, it is still circulating in the pool and is picked up by other editors.
So several other editors took turns sending invitations to sign the book in the past few days without knowing it.
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!
Qianzhou returned to his seat after eating. He checked the author's background information unbelievingly, found the other party'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.
The result...
[Reignited]: Sorry, editor, I am a minor. I am still trying to convince my mother, otherwise I won’t be able to sign the contract.
【Qianzhou】：? ? ?
(End of this chapter)