Sister, Shut Up!

After hanging up the phone, Su Huai porridge put away the phone, let go of the suitcase, walked to grandma, and hugged her gently.

"Then I'm leaving, and I'll come back when it's Qingming."

"Well, be careful on the road." Xu Guiying was used to parting, patted her granddaughter on the back, and just told her, "Remember what I told you, pay more attention to safety."

Su Huai Congee blushed, took two steps back, stroked her hair and said in embarrassment: "I know."

"Let's go." Xu Guiying walked towards the door, led Su Huai Porridge all the way to the courtyard, and came to the gate of the courtyard, "People are still waiting for you, don't let people wait too long."

"Yeah." Su Huai porridge dragged the suitcase, walked out of the gate of the courtyard, turned to look at grandma, "Then, I'm leaving, goodbye grandma."

"Go." Xu Guiying waved her hands, watching her granddaughter go away.

……

In Donghu Homeland, Jiang Miao was also carrying a suitcase and preparing to go out.

The atmosphere here is much more relaxed.

Tang Xiaojing was still lying on the bed watching dramas, while Jiang Zhenguo was watching TV in the living room, showing no reaction to his son's coming back to school.

"I'm leaving!" Jiang Miao pushed open the door and shouted into the door.

"Oh, do you want me to see you off?" Jiang Zhenguo asked casually while sitting on the sofa, without any intention of getting up.

"Hehe." Jiang Miao smiled, "You should watch TV, bye."

After closing the door and going downstairs, Jiang Miao dragged the suitcase to the east gate. While waiting for her senior, she took out her mobile phone and checked the news.

Then I found out that the editor in charge had sent me a new message.

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: The day after tomorrow, the front page will be blocked and pushed, so get ready and remember to update it.

Jiang Miao's eyes lit up, a little surprised.

He had already been on [Best Bestseller] in early February, but he didn't expect to be recommended by [Front Tweet on Home Page] in less than a month.

【Peach Sauce】: Received!

[Editor Qi Ye]: Another thing to tell you, I will be promoted in March, and a new editor will take over your editorial contact work, so let me tell you in advance.

【Peach Sauce】:? ? ?

Jiang Miao was startled, she didn't expect such a thing to happen.

He was a street-smart before, basically one editor for each book, the previous 1500-order book was well-known under Xi Ye's hands, and Jiang Miao never changed editors.

In the end, good guy, he thought that he would stay under Xi Ye's subordinates in the future, and he could get acquainted with each other, and then he was promoted?

[Peach Sauce]: Boss, is this promoted to editor-in-chief?The editor-in-chief of our group resigned?

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: That's not true, it's a new category.

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: It's an experiment. Small theaters are classified, and only manuscripts with expected completions within 50 words are accepted.

[Peach Jam]: Congratulations (funny)

Although it is only a new category, being promoted to editor-in-chief will definitely increase the salary, which is a good thing no matter what.

Jiang Miao is just a small boutique author, so he has nothing to say, only blessings.

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: The new editor is called Chi Chi, she will take over when the time comes, and I will introduce you to you in a few days.

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: You are now on the right track. I reported the news to you before I left. There was originally a guide, but the guide is scheduled for April, so I can't report it for the time being.

[Editor-in-charge Qi Ye]: Anyway, now that you have finished pushing the editor-in-chief's best-selling cover, the follow-up will be once every two months, just make sure that the results and updates don't fluctuate.

No Error Novel Network

In any case, it is a blessing to meet the responsible editor.

Jiang Miao thanked her, and Xi Ye continued to do her own business.

Just in time, Su Huai porridge's taxi arrived, and Jiang Miao got into the car with the suitcase, and talked about it with her senior sister.

Su Huai porridge looked at the chat records between Jiang Miao and the editor in charge, and was keenly aware of the details.

"Her?" Su Huai porridge questioned, "Is your new editor-in-chief a woman?"

"Ah?" Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, but didn't pay attention to this, "I don't know, Qi Ye didn't say anything."

"Gua Chi is such a cute nickname, maybe it really is?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a girl." Jiang Miao laughed, "Sister, you won't even be jealous of the editor?"

"But I heard that many great gods find female editors as wives."

"There are also many great gods looking for female book friends to be their wives." Jiang Miao hugged Su Huai Congee, and pecked her fair and tender cheek, "I found them all."

"Don't make trouble." Su Huai porridge pushed him away with a blushing face, and pointed to the driver in front of him.

The corner of the driver's mouth twitched, he just wanted to take the two to the subway station quickly.

……

East Lake Garden, Jiang Miao's home.

After Jiang Zhenguo sent his son away, he was still watching TV, but he was still reading WeChat with his mobile phone, diving in the parent group.

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: Does anyone know the contact information of the counselor of Accounting Class 2?

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: What's wrong?

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: Oh, I just found out today that my Huanhuan has a boyfriend, so it's not easy to ask her.

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: I'm a college student, it's not normal to fall in love.

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: Then I also want to know about the situation. It's also good to communicate with the counselor.

Jiang Zhenguo couldn't help thinking while watching the parents chatting.

[Jiang Miao's father]: If you have the contact information of the counselor, please tell me too. I just want to talk to the teacher.

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: My daughter is the class monitor, let me ask for you.

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: What's the problem with Dad Jiang?Is your son in love too?

[Jiang Miao's father]: We don't care if he talks about love or not. He mainly wants to ask about learning.

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: Did you get bad grades?Our family Mengmeng said that the university courses are quite simple, just study hard.

[Jiang Miao's father]: That's not the problem, the main reason is that I found out that he was secretly writing novels in private, and I was afraid of delaying his study.

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: Write a novel?What novel?

[Jiang Miao's father]: It's the kind of writing on the Internet for others to read, the kind that is very long, with tens of millions of words.

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: Writing novels is pretty good, it's just a hobby, it's better than playing games.

[Jiang Miao's father]: It doesn't matter if you write casually, but he writes there as a serious part-time job. He writes at least 4000 words a day, and sometimes tens of thousands of words. I'm really afraid that he will not be able to bear it at such a young age.

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: Oh, so many words?

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: What is this writing?Is there any money to be made?

[Jiang Miao's father]: The novels he wrote are estimated to cost more than 1 yuan a month.

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhenguo couldn't help but smile, with an inexplicable sense of superiority.

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: Is it true or not?

[Song Huanhuan's mother]: So powerful?What book is it?Send me your name?

Uh……

Seeing this, Jiang Zhenguo was suddenly taken aback, not knowing what to do.

The title of the book written by Jiang Miao, why are you embarrassed to type it out by hand?

But he didn't write it himself, so Jiang Zhenguo simply opened the reading app, clicked on the sharing link, and shared Jiang Miao's "My Girlfriend Is a Million Fan Up Master" to the parents' WeChat group.

[Jiang Miao's father]: That's it. I'm old and I don't understand the trend of young people. It seems quite popular.

The subtext is that he can't understand this book, but he only pays attention to it after his son wrote it.

Absolutely not chasing updates every day.

I even voted for recommendations on time every day, and the monthly pass was voted out at the beginning of the month.

However, the title of this book is still a bit ridiculous for parents who are forty or fifty.

Most people didn't even bother to click in, but just complimented on the surface, saying that your son is really good.

Then not long after—

[Sun Yumeng's mother]: I'm here to ask, please remember the counselor's contact information.

……

Jiang Miao still doesn't know what terrible things happened in the family that was drifting away.

At this moment, he just got on the subway with his senior sister, and sat all the way to the passenger transport center to transfer, trying to squeeze into the crowd, barely standing in the corner.

Jiang Miao stood outside, with two suitcases leaning against the wall, and Su Huai Porridge sat on the suitcases without competing for seats.

"How many days are there before school starts, how many days will you stay at my house first?"

Su Huai porridge lowered his head, swayed his slender legs, and played with Jiang Miao's hands in gloves.

"It's okay to live forever." Jiang Miao put her chin on Su Huai porridge's head, hugged her in her arms, and let the single dogs around emit jealous light waves.

"It's a good idea." Su Huai porridge pushed him away with a smile, "I'm here to urge you to type well during the big push."

"Oh." Jiang Miao sighed, "I'm about to be squeezed dry by my senior again."

Sensing the strange gazes from the people nearby, Su Huaipu viciously grabbed his waist, "Be careful what you say."

The two chatted and made a fuss, and the subway arrived soon.

Jiang Miao and Su Huai Porridge took a taxi to Jingjiang Mountain Mansion. After buying some ingredients at the nearby fresh food supermarket, they finally returned to the familiar place again.

Room 3, Unit 1, Building 1001.

There is only a small apartment of about [-] square meters, and it is deserted, and no one has been there for almost two months.

But after Jiang Miao and Su Huai Porridge walked in, the room suddenly became full of vigor and vitality, and it felt like home.

It was approaching noon now, Su Huai Porridge pushed Jiang Miao into the kitchen, urging him to make fried pork for her to eat, while he took out his broom and mop to clean the house.