Chapter 4 Music Class

Sitting across from her, the reviewing editor Li Wei laughed and said, "Not easy, after listening to your sighs and complaints all day, there is actually a surprise?"

The carelessness makes one want to bang their head against the wall

Zhao Qiang understood and took the manuscript to the editor-in-chief's office

Zheng Tianye smiled and said, "Xiao Zhao, your family consists entirely of civil servants, a family tradition indeed. However, there is no need for that in the society; discovering good literature surpasses everything else, and anything else is futile. Alright, with this work, you can expect to receive an excellent award at the end of the year this time."

Li Wei leaned forward, adjusting his glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the note on Zhao Qiang's desk. After glancing at it, he nodded and said: "It is a beautiful character, pleasing to the eye"

Zhao Qiang hurriedly smiled and said: "Not today, today is my family's old lady's birthday. Another day, another day! By the way, Li Ge, how much can you offer for this manuscript? Can you give the highest price?"

Today is the music appreciation class, and Wu Weiwei is sitting by the piano, playing the classical sonata "Lofter Sonata"

In the third year of high school, there are always endless questions to solve, even for Qi Juan, who ranks among the top ten in the entire grade.

However, without saying much, I lowered my head and secretly sighed that Zhao Qiang was too fortunate, perhaps having encountered a popular book

Zhang Qing smiled but said nothing

Upon considering this, Qi Juan turned to look at the extraordinary person from the Western Regions beside her, and saw that this remarkable individual had placed a sheet of paper on the ancient text, on which a row of numbers was written:

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiang thought to herself that it indeed did not exceed Li Wei's expectations, and she did not say much more

Fortunately, today the music teacher is in excellent health, leading the students of Class 9 to the music classroom, climbing four flights of stairs in one go, without even breaking a sweat or turning red in the face

Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "What a surprise, look at this beautiful running script! The writing is excellent!"

It is currently 1995, not twenty years later, and even in a key school like Jiangjing City No. 1 Middle School, there are very few who understand music appreciation

Therefore, after listening attentively for a while, she took out a set of mathematics exam papers from her backpack, preparing to work on the problems

At first, Qi Juan did not react, puzzled as to what this extraordinary person was up to this time.

A dream has blurred and muddled the original memories

It is said that boys become more vigorous as time goes on. Initially, she did not believe it, but looking at the remarkable performance of the person beside her this semester, she cannot help but acknowledge it

Zheng Tianye hesitated upon hearing this, and after a moment of thought, he sighed lightly: "Good writing is rare, and I would like to offer a high price as well, but... rules are rules. Fifteen per thousand words, and we can discuss a higher price for the next book."

Fortunately, there is still time

However, this time, Li Wei read very slowly. It was not until half an hour later that he raised his head and returned the manuscript to Zhao Qiang, saying with a click of his tongue, "Xiao Zhao, you are quite lucky. This manuscript has potential."

Zhao Qiang was overjoyed upon hearing this and hurriedly said: "Editor-in-Chief, then what is the price of this manuscript..."

The key point is that most novels written by people are as exasperating as their handwriting

Review editors like them usually read manuscripts at a rapid pace, typically finishing about ten pages of manuscript in under ten minutes

In the editorial office of "Contemporary and Ancient Legends: Martial Arts Collection," editor Zhao Qiang was overwhelmed and dizzy from reviewing manuscripts

The Qiantang River flows endlessly, day and night, winding past Niujiacun Village in Lin'an, and flows eastward into the sea. Along the riverbank stands a row of dozens of black cypress trees, their leaves as red as if they were scorched by fire, marking the time of August. ... The wild grass in front and behind the village has just begun to turn yellow, and under the slanting rays of the setting sun, it adds a touch of desolation ...

Some are reading, some are quietly solving problems, while others are daydreaming and imagining

Qi Juan smiled, glanced at the empty seat next to Zhang Qing, and walked over to sit down, nodding slightly at Zhang Qing.

I ... ... rely on you ... ...

Thanks to that dream, he made remarkable progress in all his subjects, especially in mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and English, with improvements that were astonishing

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What stands out the most is her pair of bright and expressive big eyes, which contain a confident and sincere gaze, allowing everyone to feel no sense of oppression from her beauty and be willing to approach her

What is referred to as an appreciation class is, in fact, a class for enjoyment and relaxation

Send the first remittance slip to the family and write a letter explaining that this is the prize money awarded for an essay competition. After that, Zhang Qing officially entered high school life

And the writers ... are a group of individuals with unrestrained and free-spirited personalities, collectively referred to as the unemployed.

However, before the formal class began, a figure hurriedly entered, holding a copy of "Guwen Guanzhi" in hand; it was none other than Zhang Qing

When these words reached the ears of the classmates in front, it was hard to tell how many hearts of the infatuated young men were shattered

Just as Zhang Qing had just taken a seat, Wu Weiwei was about to speak when another figure rushed in energetically, and it was the class monitor, Qi Juan

Old Wu, I apologize for being late

Having said that, he reached out to pull a thick stack of paper from Zhao Qiang's desk, disregarding Zhao Qiang's protests, and began to read it carefully

Such a person must create their own script when writing, with a style that soars like a phoenix in the sky and a sword energy that traverses all directions

Qijuan inadvertently glanced back, and her bright, large eyes suddenly froze, staring intently at Zhang Qing. She opened her mouth wide and let out a sound from her throat

Zhao Qiang said irritably: "How do you know it's a surprise and not a scare?"

... ...

Qi Juan raised her hand to greet and, still slightly out of breath, smiled and said, "It is truly impressive."

The Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and Yuan drama of this time and space are entirely different from those in my dreams

Li Wei chuckled and said, "If it were a fright, you should have cursed. Anyone who has endured a day of stimulation and then gets startled again would be quite unusual not to curse!"

Language has indeed become a significant challenge, as he often remembers some inexplicable things. Therefore, he has spent a considerable amount of effort trying to force himself to memorize them.

The last class on Friday afternoon is music class. Entrusted to the country's strong advocacy for quality education, there is one music class, one art class, and one physical education class in the first semester of the third year of high school each week.

Wu Weiwei was clearly familiar with her, shot her a displeased glance, and said: "Go to your seat quickly"

Zhao Qiang nodded repeatedly and said, "I have been reviewing manuscripts for over a month, and the things I have seen are simply unbearable! Today, I am fortunate to encounter such an excellent piece, it is truly a breath of fresh air!"

Qi Juan's musical literacy is evidently much higher, but the classical genre remains somewhat beyond her reach compared to her preference for pop and rock music

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The vast majority are merely playing the lute to a cow

Upon hearing the old editor Li Wei say this, Zhao Qiang immediately became excited and began to read the manuscript attentively. As she read, she became engrossed, and it was not until twenty minutes later that she suddenly clasped her hands together and exclaimed, "What a remarkable Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, what a remarkable Seven Freaks of Jiangnan!"

Editor-in-Chief Zheng Tianye, sporting a Mediterranean hairstyle, nodded after reviewing the manuscript for ten minutes

Indeed, it is a fine piece of writing, quite rare. Xiao Zhao has also done well, not missing out on any good writing

The music teacher Wu Weiwei, upon seeing Zhang Qing's tall stature, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, dressed in a slightly faded old school uniform, slightly bowed in apology, smiled generously, and did not hold any resentment

... ...

Qi Juan and Zhang Qing are clearly different. Qi Juan is wearing a blue and red checkered shirt, which is relatively neutral, and underneath, there should be a white T-shirt. She is wearing a pair of jeans and white sneakers typically worn by girls.

... ...

Until Wu Weiwei stopped, she held the score and wrote a series of musical notes on the blackboard

Eh?

Typically, the teachers of these three subjects are not in good health and often take leave, resulting in the mathematics, physics, or English teachers substituting for them

Upon reading this, Li Wei raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "What a fine piece of writing!"

I can only hope that the sales feedback is very good, so that it can be published, and Jin Yong can receive the royalties

Li Wei, seeing her like this, smiled and said, "Is it a good book?"

This is directly related to their bonuses

Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "Did the editor-in-chief not mention that who knows which cloud may bring rain? Established authors can certainly produce excellent works, but among the ordinary and unremarkable newcomers, it is not impossible for a golden phoenix to emerge. This saying has always been etched in my heart" Flattery soared high.

Mathematics is always somewhat more challenging for girls

Suddenly, Zhao Qiang exclaimed in surprise

After an overnight review of the manuscript, I verified a total of sixty thousand words. According to the address, I sent a remittance slip to "Jin Yong," whose real name is Zhang Qing, amounting to a total of nine hundred yuan

This year is 1995, and Greater China is not the United States; over there, it has already become customary to use typewriters to print written works, while the vast majority in Greater China still write by hand

Li Wei humorously said: "Sure, after work tonight, shall we go for a drink together?"

Li Wei shook his head and said: "How is that possible... Even if the martial arts master Zhong Qu submitted his first novel, it would not fetch the highest price. At most, it would be forty yuan per thousand characters, but that is impossible; this is a long novel. Furthermore, the bargaining power does not lie with the editor, but with the chief editor. You have just joined the company, so do not speak carelessly."