The host is cute and charming, who doesn’t love the charming wife?

If the male protagonist is really a tall, poor and handsome man with nothing else but his appearance, who would like to watch it.

Most women in this world have a strong-willed mentality to some extent.

Since Ruan Miaomiao has chosen to write this type of novel about love, she has already chosen her target group.

Young students are her main target.

If she remembered correctly, students during this period were still very innovative in their thinking, had room for improvement, and were easily influenced.

And the group is huge.

She plans to go from simple to difficult. After all, she can't swallow a fat man in one mouthful. As long as she can understand the students' thoughts, the younger generation will slowly influence the people around them.

Her task will become much easier.

"Is this Xie Sheng Luo Shi's future husband?"

Ruan's mother had just read the beginning, and the main storyline was spoiled by the author.

As a result, she is now very curious about the follow-up, like an ant biting her heart.

As we all know, those who write articles are people who like to show off their opinions, and Ruan Miaomiao is no exception.

Seeing Ruan's mother's face full of curiosity, her DNA as an author stirred, and she smiled playfully, deliberately whetting her appetite.

"Which kind of lover are you talking about? Anyway, what I can tell you is that there will be many more scenes for Jie Sheng in the future, and Luo Shi has a good impression of him. As for whether they can be together, I'm not sure. "

After hearing what her daughter said, Ruan's mother, who was obviously attracted by the story, felt disappointed.

However, she didn't know that her daughter was deliberately trying to whet her appetite, and she really thought that Ruan Miaomiao hadn't figured out the plot yet.

Because Ruan Miaomiao asked her to give her opinions before, she expressed her thoughts very seriously.

Not to mention, some of Ruan's mother's views are still very useful to Ruan Miaomiao.

After all, Ruan's mother's experiences were somewhat similar to Luo Shi's, and they were more relatable. She noticed many things that Ruan Miaomiao couldn't notice.

As she spoke, she began to turn to herself and began to talk.

She had always suppressed it before. Even after being treated unfairly for so many years, she never told the original person a word about her suffering.

Now she finally let out that breath, and her eyebrows relaxed a little.

Ruan Miaomiao did not expect that writing articles would have such benefits, and she became more determined to take this path.

After dinner, Ruan's mother finally had some rest time, and the two continued the discussion on the article.

Ruan Miaomiao didn't wait any longer. She regained some energy after eating and started to write again when she had thoughts.

On this day, she wrote another five hundred, and it wasn't until Ruan's mother felt sorry for her that she put down her writing and went to bed.

Although it was tiring at first, Ruan Miaomiao persisted for the sake of her future life.

The word count of the submission was quickly rushed out.

After inquiring, she decided to submit the opening chapter of her first novel to "Zhengkang Zaxue Newspaper". Although this newspaper only started up last year, it has grown rapidly and is now the most frequently read among students. of a newspaper.

And the threshold is relatively low. No matter what the identity of the person who submits the article is, even if it is a newcomer like Ruan Miaomiao who is writing for the first time and wants to try it, the other party is very accepting.

Generally, those who submit successfully will receive a reply within one month.

If there is no reply, it means there is no chance.

"Zhengkang Zaxue Newspaper" is not far away, and it only takes half a day to go back and forth.

Ruan Miaomiao was cautious and did not want to reveal her identity. She planned to sneak out and spend money on the street to find someone to help send it.

As for appearance, Ruan Miaomiao wants others to see what she looks like with the Yi Rong Dan produced by the system.

But before that, she needed to think of a pen name for herself.

At this time, her eyes were attracted by the sunshine outside. With such a beautiful sun, most people are forced by life and are busy all day long, unable to stop and appreciate the scenery around them.

That’s called——The wind and snow also return to the people.

After everything was decided, Ruan Miaomiao put the manuscript paper in an envelope and sent it out, waiting for the letter.

……

Cheng Yi was originally an intern editor at "Zhengkang Miscellaneous Newspaper". He finally passed the review today, and the editor-in-chief decided to let him officially start reviewing manuscripts.

"Don't make your own decisions. Remember, if you're not sure, you can show it to me first."

"it is good!"

The editor-in-chief said something and turned back to his office, leaving Cheng Yi and several junior editors reviewing the manuscript in the hall.

"There are more submissions today than before."

One of the editors looked at the envelopes piled high on the table and let out a sigh, but despite saying this, his face was full of enthusiasm.

"I hope you will all encourage me. Today we will work hard to find out all these things, so that the pearl can appear in the world as soon as possible without being covered in dust."

After all, in this era, everyone is generally very active at work.

Moreover, the status of literature is getting higher and higher at this time. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the future development will be excellent. Those who are linked to articles and literature are respected by others.

You can also read articles and novels written by others for free. This kind of work is something that others are struggling to get into.

Cheng Yi smiled and joked, "How do you know there are pearls here today? Maybe they are all drafts."

The draft is nonsense, and you can tell from a glance that it is a random fabrication.

The man was really taken seriously by Cheng Yi's teasing.

He said seriously: "Hey, don't tell me, I actually heard the sound of magpies chirping when I went out today. What does this mean?"

He didn't need anyone else to answer the question, he was very happy talking alone.

"It means that a literary giant was born today and something good happened!"

A man sitting next to Cheng Yi retorted: "When the magpie cries, I believe that good things will happen. But I don't agree with you when you say that a literary giant was born. Throughout the ages, how many people can be called literary giants and everyone?" People, just talking about our generation, the only ones who have this honor are Mr. Mo and Uncle Teng. They have been writing for almost half their lives..."

"Hey, you can't even tell that I'm joking? You have to fight with me, right?"

In newspapers like today, quarreling over disagreements often happens.

Cheng Yi was already ready to eat melon, but a senior colleague stood up at this moment and calmed down the storm with a few words.

Overall, this is just a small episode.

Everyone shared the letters received with each other and started the day's work.

Because Cheng Yi was a newcomer, others took special care of him and sent him fewer letters than other editors.

I opened several letters in a row. I wonder if he was right because of what he said before. The quality of submissions in these letters is really average.

There were even basic mistakes like remembering the wrong name.

His original enthusiasm began to fade.