Chapter 16

But she couldn’t get up early and go back to school.

After daybreak, she couldn’t help but get up and pack her things. Her grandmother cooked noodles for her.

Si Cheng took some black bean sauce, chili sauce and fermented tofu from his grandmother’s pickle jar and brought it to school.

My grandma is very good at making pickles, and they taste better than the ones we buy now.

It is just slightly inferior to Lao Gan Ma and Lao Gan Die.

But it goes really well with rice when you eat it at school.

In addition to these, Si Cheng also stir-fried sour beans.

After eating the noodles, Si Cheng took the 25 yuan living expenses given by her grandfather, carried her schoolbag, her luggage bag and a thin quilt and left.

Grandpa will send Si An back to the city.

Her grandmother asked her to go to school with someone else, but she didn’t have the time.

Passing by the house of her elementary school classmate who went to junior high school with her in the town, Si Cheng saw her still eating at the door with a bowl as big as her face. She didn’t even stop for a moment and just walked away with her head down.

“Yinhua, I have something to do, so I’ll go to school first.”

Li Yinhua responded: “Okay. If you have something to do, go first and don’t wait for me.”

Li Yinhua is in the next class, so she is not afraid of being exposed.

As long as Li Yinhua doesn’t go to the Internet cafe to catch her, nothing will happen.

He left home at eight o’clock and arrived in town before nine o’clock.

At this time, not many students had extra money to go to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet. At nine o’clock, many students had not yet returned to school. Si Cheng was lucky enough to occupy a computer.

Internet cafes in the city only charge one dollar an hour.

The Internet cafes in the town are much worse than those in the city, but they charge two dollars an hour.

Si Cheng paid five dollars.

The Internet speed is much slower than Si Cheng imagined.

That blue circle in the promotion is like a cat’s claw scratching your heart, it’s so itchy.

Si Cheng didn’t have the heart to do anything else, so he just opened the file and started writing while posting to the forum.

She had played out the contents of the novel countless times in her mind during these two weeks.

In just two and a half hours, Si Cheng wrote almost five thousand words at a very fast speed.

Although it was only 12,000 words long, it was already very attractive and caused quite a stir in the forum.

Si Cheng has no time to interact with readers. When the time is up, he gets off the plane.

Even the Penguin account and email are not logged in.

The internet speed was too slow, and she was afraid that her computer would not be able to handle the load and would crash, so she didn’t dare do anything else.

Naturally, she didn’t receive a reply from the magazine.

After Si Cheng got off the plane, she found that the Internet cafe was already full of classmates, including some of her classmates.

Everyone looked at each other awkwardly, but then all remained silent and turned away tacitly.

An alumnus with a familiar face queued up and took Si Cheng’s seat.

Si Cheng scratched her head, wondering if her classmates had noticed that she was writing a novel. Forget about that for now and let’s go back to school. If the teacher comes here at this time, no one will be able to escape.

But the teacher won’t do that.

It is better to unblock than to block.

As long as students arrive at school on time for the afternoon self-study class, the teacher will not easily catch them.

Si Cheng took his things and went back to school angrily.

Most of the people in the girls’ dormitory have already arrived at school, some are packing their things, some are chatting.

After putting down his luggage, Si Cheng took his blanket and went outside to find a place to dry it in the sun.

No one had slept in the dormitory for almost a week. There was a faint musty smell in the dormitory and the bedding was covered with a layer of dust.

After drying the quilts, everyone went together to get food.

Zhang Jianfen asked Si Cheng why she came so late. Si Cheng explained that she spent the National Day at her grandfather’s house, so she didn’t ask any more questions.

This week, Si Cheng was even more excited at school.

In addition to taking the time to shower and wash her hair diligently, she even walked much faster. She wrote out a weekly schedule, accurate to the minute.

Zhang Jianfen, who shared the same bed with him, and three other female academic elites in the same dormitory, were influenced by Si Cheng to adopt a study style that would last until they died. They even had to walk with the wind, and when they returned to the dormitory to rest, they had to recite English words and texts.

The teacher felt very pleased.

In class, I specifically mentioned that I hope everyone can learn from these five students.

Si Cheng was fully engaged and studied harder. Except for Chinese, as long as he was not sure of getting full marks, he would continue to put the textbook aside until he was familiar with it and could recite it by heart.

She has submitted five short stories and has not received any feedback yet. This week, Si Cheng wrote a short story.

Just like before, I caught the early bus, used the time difference to send manuscripts, and surfed the Internet for an hour.

This time, she did not rush to write a long serial, but logged into her email and found that she had received two replies before National Day.

The manuscripts sent to “Fireworks” and “Boys and Girls” have all been approved, but the remuneration given is the lowest level for newcomers, 60 yuan per thousand words.

Two short stories, each about 6,000 words, can earn me 360 ​​yuan each.

The magazine society will pay the manuscript fee in the middle of the next month after the magazine is on the market, so Si Cheng should pay attention to it.

At the same time, we will send the commissioning information to Sicheng. I will send a sample copy to Si Cheng, please ask her to pay attention to the package. In other words, she would have to wait until at least mid-November to receive her first payment for her royalties.

Although the money is not much.

But it made Si Cheng happy.

She earns 360 yuan per article. If she writes five articles a month, she can earn 1,800 yuan, which means 21,600 yuan a year. By the time she saved enough money to go to college, she had accumulated more than 100,000 yuan.

Enough for her to settle down in the capital.

That’s great.

There is more hope in life.

Si Cheng wrote back to the magazine, asking them to just send one or two sample copies and that he would write for them when he had time.

“Nanfeng”, “Legendary Stories” and “Story Club” also wrote back to Si Cheng, saying that they had accepted her manuscript.

The royalties paid by these three magazines were relatively generous, and the total amount for the three articles was almost two thousand yuan.

Si Cheng did not plan to specialize in manuscripts for these three magazines. Firstly, they paid a lot and the competition was fierce. Secondly, she did not have that many plots that fit the styles of these three magazines. The three articles she wrote after her rebirth were already very rare.

Romance novels and suspense and mystery novels are her specialty.

In the remaining time, she moved her long serial novel to the website and read the comments from readers on the forum before logging off and going home.

Readers’ feedback on her novel was pretty good. They urged her to finish her novel, and asked her indirectly about her identity and whether she could finish the book.

Si Cheng didn’t want to disappoint his readers, so he told them that he was still in school and would try to write when he had time, and would strive to finish the book before the end of next summer vacation.

In the afternoon, she would try to write.

When he returned home, Si Cheng saw a strange girl of about sixteen or seventeen picking vegetables on the steps in front of his house.

When Si An saw her coming back, he rushed over to her.

“Sister, you’re back. Guess who she is. If you can’t guess, give me two dollars.”

Si Cheng rolled his eyes at his brother: “I just came back and you’re asking me for money. Be careful if dad hears. Yan Jing, I’ll give you ten cents.”

Si An fell silent and shrank his neck.

The girl had already stood up and greeted Si Cheng: “You must be Cheng Cheng, right? I was invited by your mother to help with housework. You can just call me Jiang Li.”