Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 40 New Income
"Treasure girl?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhong Xilu's eyes: "What a strange name."

Words that are commonplace in later generations seem very novel in this era. Compared with words like beautiful girl and rich and beautiful woman, it is the first time that Zhong Xilu has been addressed with these words.

"Is it strange?" Bai Yang said with a smile: "In my heart, the squad leader is like a treasure. The longer I get along with him, the more advantages I can dig out of him."

"you--"

Zhong Xilu's face flushed instantly: "Bai Yang! Where did you learn that phrase?"

"Do I need to learn this?" Bai Yang was surprised. "Wouldn't anyone who comes into contact with you be able to think of this word?"

Zhong Xilu stopped talking.

She used to think that the descriptions in romance novels were exaggerated, but now she feels that the phrase “hearts fluttering” is very realistic.

How come this guy is so good at flirting?
You obviously don't like yourself, so why do you write this kind of thing? You scumbag!

"And there is another meaning." Bai Yang said to himself: "You are the richest girl I have ever seen. How can this not be considered a treasure?"

"Whoever digs it up will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life."

As he said this, he chuckled twice.

Zhong Xilu: “.”

I was moved in vain! Vulgar! Vulgar!

Disgusting !!!
The quality of the article written by Bai Yang is not amazing, but it was recommended on the cover of a magazine, so it is certainly of a certain standard. At least in the eyes of high school students, the writing is sophisticated, the story flows smoothly, and it is impressive without knowing it.

Of course, because I published a short martial arts story, I didn't get surrounded by people flattering me, and the reality was not some shocking or clichéd thriller. The fact was, except for the initial commotion, everything was normal.

At most, classmates would discuss him in their spare time and say in a sour tone: "This guy is pretty good."

Or you can brag to your friends in other classes: "There's someone in my class who writes novels for magazines!"

In comparison, the teachers' reactions were more extreme. For example, the Chinese teacher specifically called on Bai Yang during class and asked Bai Yang to come to the stage to talk about his creative experience and share some writing techniques.

After all, daily life on campus is dull most of the time.

I went to the computer room as usual in the afternoon. "Weird World" had been published for several days, and the number of words had unknowingly exceeded 30,000. Because I haven't signed the contract yet, the data is still bleak, with only a few comments that are obviously from robots.

It’s easy for newcomers to lose confidence because of the early single-player work, but Bai Yang certainly didn’t. He published 4,000 words steadily and opened his mailbox to check again.

【New emails: 2】.

"Finally there is news."

Bai Yang clicked on the specific page and found two emails from "Zhiyin" and "Jin Gu Chuan Qi".

The two manuscripts I sent out before were actually approved at the same time.

"It took two full weeks. The review is too slow!" Bai Yang first opened the email from Zhiyin and looked at the royalties the other party had given.

Two hundred yuan for a thousand words is definitely not low for Zhiyin's manuscript fee standard, and Bai Yang's manuscript has eight thousand words, which has exceeded Zhiyin's usual manuscript acceptance range. This may also be the reason for the slow review process.

"More than a thousand dollars is not bad."

After replying with the bank card number and delivery address, Bai Yang opened the second email.

Jin Gu Chuan Qi was much more sincere. Probably because it was the second submission, the manuscript fee was increased to the maximum of 500 yuan per thousand words.

"Another two thousand plus dollars."

Bai Yang was in a good mood. Although earning a few thousand yuan seemed too little for a reborn person, Bai Yang was not in a hurry. He would take his time. For a high school student, this amount of money was enough for the time being.

At the end of the email, there was also a request for an article from the editorial department, which roughly meant that Bai Yang's submissions would be given priority for review in the future. If he could maintain the quality, he might even have the hope of becoming a contracted writer for the magazine, enjoying increased royalties and even benefits such as publication of a collection of novels.

Bai Yang has no intention of signing a contract with the magazine.

To be honest, Bai Yang doesn't have much left from his previous life. Although he can create new ones, the difficulty of writing physical manuscripts is not low. Moreover, Bai Yang has no confidence that he can write every manuscript well.

When I was painting in the evening, Teacher Luo rarely came to the studio.

The students who wanted to be lazy did so happily by playing with their mobile phones or chatting, but it had no effect on Bai Yang.

Self-discipline is something Bai Yang is used to.

Chun Yuwan was not lazy either. In fact, Bai Yang had hardly ever seen her play with her cell phone. He even doubted whether she had a cell phone or not. Although it was unlikely, her temperament made it hard to imagine what she would look like with a cell phone.

It would be more reasonable to hold a book or an oil-paper umbrella.

Bai Yang practiced color painting step by step, and from time to time he would ask Chun Yuwan for advice. His progress was very slow, but at least the night was not wasted.

When the evening self-study class was about to end, I received a call from Teacher Luo.

"Bai Yang, I'm out of town today and can't come over. Can you do me a favor?"

Bai Yang would naturally not refuse: "Teacher Luo, please speak."

"It's like this, can you take Chun Yuwan home for me today?"

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He unconsciously glanced at Chun Yuwan.

Indeed, every night before, Chun Yuwan left school in Teacher Luo’s car. Bai Yang originally thought that the two were just passing by, but now it seems that this was a special car pick-up?

Teacher Luo continued, "It's not too far. You can just take a taxi at the school gate. I'll give you the return fare when I get back."

"No problem." Bai Yang was a little confused, but still agreed.

"Thank you, Bai Yang." Teacher Luo explained, "It's still a bit chaotic at night. I'm mainly worried that Chun Yuwan might not be safe if she's alone."

"I can understand." Bai Yang replied.

The small county town is indeed a bit chaotic these days. It is an era when non-mainstream culture is popular. A large number of young people gather in the streets and alleys. To put it nicely, they are unemployed, and to put it bluntly, they are gangsters. Fights happen almost every night.

Not only that, there are also many illegal organizations. For example, the well-known areas around the railway station or the South Gate are divided into different territories.

However, it was only the last madness. Bai Yang remembered that after he graduated from university in his previous life, the county town had been completely transformed in just a few years. Not to mention any gangs, there were even fewer hooligans.

The times always leave behind some residue.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yang said something to Chun Yuwan.

The other party's response was calm and polite: "I understand, thank you."

"It's a small matter." Bai Yang didn't delve too much into it out of curiosity.

After all, I am not that familiar with the other person. We only had limited contact in the studio.

Bai Yang is a sensible person and won't act rashly.

(End of this chapter)