Chapter Twenty-Three Reported

  I've accumulated some drafts and secretly submitted them to the evening paper in N city, just one column a week. After a month, there's still no news, is it that this can't attract people's attention? How sad! Why do other reborn individuals get to live a carefree life, but when it comes to me, I'm not even able to succeed before I die?

  I thought there was no hope, but one evening my brother came running over and said: "Xiao Xiao, yesterday I happened to see a serialized column in the newspaper, it's a detective type, much more fun than that 'Duck Detective', I originally thought Aunt Mei was a god, but compared to this story, it's like a small trick seeing a big one. I think it's really fun, the beginning is very novel, a high school student becomes an elementary school student because of medicine, you take a look, you'll definitely find it interesting too."

  As I listened, the more I felt that this was mine, so I quickly picked up the newspaper to take a look. The author was indeed Bath Fire Crystal. The reason I gave myself this name is because when delicate snowflakes encounter a raging fire, people think their fate is to disappear and melt away. But isn't it possible that they are reborn in another form? Just like me, reborn to live differently. There's really a feeling of wanting to cheer, and after reading through the first chapter at a glance, this was indeed the one I sent out! Looks like I need to speed up my writing, thinking about it made my eyebrows and eyes curve into a smile.

  "Cousin, you also think it's very interesting, but only two chapters have been released so far, which is too slow. And why does this newspaper have such a layout? It's not published every day, but only twice a week, which is really frustrating. Many people in our class are following this detective story..."

  I smiled and said: "Older brother, this is a serialized story, so be patient. Looking at the way it's going, this story will be very long."

  "Why? Table sister, how did you know this story would be so long? But if it continues to attract people like this, the longer the better."

  "Hehe, because heaven's secrets cannot be revealed."

  "Cousin, come on, speaking like this and stopping halfway is really frustrating."

  "What you said, this story is fun, so the author will definitely respond to public opinion and write more, that's it."

  "Oh, right, it's more reasonable what my cousin thought."

  The next day, when I was fetching the newspaper at the entrance of my home, I saw a letter from N City Evening News in the mailbox. I quickly walked into my room, closed the door and started reading the letter. The letter stated that the evening news was willing to accept my column, had already published two chapters, and the response was quite good. They hoped that I could sign a serialization contract with them. If I agreed, I should call the phone number, and soon the contract would be mailed over. As for the manuscript fee, it would be settled on a monthly basis.

  I immediately contacted them, and the contract was mailed to me just a day later. I carefully reviewed the agreement and found that the Evening News had only signed a cooperation contract with me, without buying out my copyright, which made me very satisfied. So, I secretly used my mom's ID to sign the contract. Since becoming a contracted author for the column, I would sneakily write every night, accumulating a considerable amount of draft articles, and no longer felt anxious. Of course, I also called to inquire about its popularity, and even played undercover among classmates, secretly understanding their likes or dislikes. Although we were only third-grade students, many people liked it, finding it interesting and fun, and more importantly, parents didn't like their kids being glued to TV, hoping they would read the newspaper instead when they had nothing to do, which increased the possibility of even more students reading it.

  Even during class breaks, Li Fang brought a newspaper to school and was reading it with great interest. The head teacher walked by and he didn't even notice, his head still lowered. A voice came from above: "Li Fang, what's so interesting in the newspaper that you're bringing it to school? Your next lesson is about to start, have you taken out your textbook yet?"

  As he spoke, he reached out his hand, and Li Fang could only hand over the newspaper to the teacher. The teacher took a look and said: "So you were reading this story, I think it's quite engaging too. Teachers are also like you, reliving their youth. However, Li Fang, I don't mind you reading stories, but how come I heard from the class representative that you didn't hand in your diary again today? Last time I wanted to find you, but I forgot because I was busy. You should take a look at those language textbooks we subscribed to, this story is just for leisure." Wow, it turns out that even my teacher has been captivated by this! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so happy. It seems that the story of "The Eternal Student" is also liked by teachers!

  After the class teacher left, Li Fang's deskmate joked that Li Fang's diary was poorly written and said he only read the back of language textbooks. The speaker had no intention, but the listener did, and upon hearing these words, I suddenly had an epiphany - I can also submit a small piece to the language textbook! In my previous life, I used to read Yang Hongying's works when I was growing up.

  Now that the campus curtain has not been opened yet, what "Diary of a Girl", "Diary of a Boy", "The Bad Boys of Class 53", "Mischievous Little Horse" and so on, I can take the lead first, if I don't, it will be too late to regret. Of course, apart from those stories in my memory, things that happened after rebirth can also be written down, I don't know why since rebirth, my feelings have become more complex, and it's easier to recall things that happened in the past life, is it because I'm old? So it's fleeting? It shouldn't be, I still look like a loli now.

  Also forgot to mention that in my previous life, my dad insisted that I become a teacher, saying that being a teacher is stable work and how good it would be for a girl to be a teacher, with winter and summer vacations.

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  If you could provide a valid text in a recognizable language, I would be happy to translate it for you.

  On the way home, I was in a particularly good mood and couldn't help but sing: "I have a little donkey, I never ride it. One day I decided to ride it to the market, with a small whip in my hand, feeling very proud of myself, when suddenly I slipped and fell into the mud..."

  Xuanyuan Ruo said to his brother on the side: "Little girl, what's wrong with you today? Why are you singing and singing such a silly song. Are you thinking of something in your heart?"

  "I don't know, I shouldn't have, but she seemed quite happy today," said her brother.

  "This young lady is in a good mood today, so I won't bother you with the usual nonsense. Stop corrupting my cousin and driving a wedge between us. Come on, cuz, let's go together, don't follow certain people around, or you'll be tainted by their bad influence."

  "So what's got you so excited?"

  "Since you asked with a sincere heart, I'll benevolently tell you that to prevent the world from being destroyed and to maintain world peace, lovely and charming beautiful girls, white, white holes are waiting for me tomorrow, it's like that."

  "Haha, I can't take it anymore, Zhan Feng. I told you your cousin wasn't normal today, and indeed she is. This kid has gone silly. Ever since the two classes, she's been smiling foolishly all the time. I reckon she hasn't taken her medicine. If it gets any worse, we'll have to send her to Ma An."

  "I didn't take any medicine, my cousin isn't sick, she just seems a bit excited today." My uncle looked at me with an honest expression.

  You're really something, Xuan Yuan Ruo! You actually mock me for being a neurotic and bully my cousin who can't understand. Hmph, "One careless move and you'll twist your waist, twist your waist, twist your waist." I stared straight at Xuan Yuan Ruo, wishing he would elegantly twist his waist in the midst of my singing. I said, "I'm not stupid, I have a great cause to fulfill! Let me tell you, I'm going to submit an entry for our language arts reading material. Isn't it written on there that the special prize is 5,000 yuan, first prize is a laptop, second prize is a portable music player, and third prize is free subscription to the reading material for a year? I'm confidently heading towards Chairman Mao's place!

  "What's with Chairman Mao?" asked my brother in confusion. "You don't need to understand this, you'll know when the time comes."

  "Hehe, little girl, don't come back with just a consolation prize and a souvenir certificate." Xuan Yuan Rui looked at me disapprovingly. I was about to retort when my brother spoke up: "Xuan Yuan, how can you say that? My sister's composition is read as an excellent model in our class. Even if her submission isn't well-written, she has the confidence and enthusiasm, which is good enough. We should cheer her on."

  It's still good to have an older cousin like him, he is my real older cousin, unlike some people who only know how to bring me down. I glanced at Xuan Yuan Ruo provocatively and said: "You wait, the ancients didn't destroy Loulan without returning, I won't return without getting the prize."

  After finishing my homework at home, I thought about the outline in my mind and listed it out step by step. I even tried writing the first article, feeling more and more fluent as I wrote. Just then, Mom saw that the small desk lamp in my room was still on and came to urge me to sleep, saying: "Baby, why aren't you sleeping yet? Your cousin is already in bed getting ready for sleep. How come you haven't turned off the light? Have you forgotten that tomorrow is Thursday and you're the class monitor? You need to arrive early. Hurry up and get some rest...

  I slept extremely soundly last night, and even had a sweet dream. In the dream, my book was a bestseller, I became an author, and mom's clothing store didn't have any financial problems either. When I woke up early in the morning, I found that there was still saliva on my pillow. Indeed, dreams are so vivid. A new day, new challenges. I silently told myself: I can do it, I can do it.