Bai Fan did not see Qianxia Qianxue when he returned home. This girl probably went to celebrate the end of the exam.

The same was true last time. After all, the big exams and small exams are all about the same, whether it is China, RB, or other regions.

The house was empty and no one was there, and Bai Fan was happy to be idle. He held the book and hung the bag behind his door, opened the plastic packaging outside and started rummaging.

The first one is a novel written by several short horror novel authors that often publish in magazines. Bai Fan’s novel position cannot be said to be bad or good. It happens to be right in the middle, which seems a bit difficult to get up or down.

But this is inevitable. After all, Bai Fan is just a newcomer, so it is impossible to give him a main position in the magazine as soon as he comes.

And perhaps because it caters to the atmosphere of a horror magazine, the illustrations on this horror novel do not have color pictures, and the illustrations are mostly illustrated in black or gray.

Bai Fan followed the vertical layout and occasionally there were creepy illustrations. He also felt that the atmosphere of the magazine was well rendered.

"good."

Bai Fan nodded, just as he was about to turn to the next page, but his thoughts were interrupted by a burst of ringtones.

He pinched the phone on one side, glanced at the name on it, and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Aunt Bai?"

"How is it? Boy Bai, have you seen your novel?" Aunt Bai asked half-hilariously with the phone in between.

She knew clearly what her nephew thought. If this guy’s articles were published in the magazine, he would definitely buy one and read it.

"I saw it, but Aunt Bai, can you talk to the editor-in-chief next time and move my position to a better place? I feel that there is no place to see it." Bai Fan quipped. In fact, he knew that he was getting a bargain and acting obedient, but in front of Aunt Bai, he couldn't help but quip it.

"You kid are still good at getting cheap. The editor-in-chief originally wanted to use you as the transition page of those long series of horror stories, but I asked him to move your position forward." Aunt Bai held the thermos on one side and cursed half-angry while drinking water.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. This magazine is a weekly magazine. If you have any ideas, write it out as soon as possible. I will help you if you can help. Whether you can choose it depends on your own ability to create it."

Aunt Bai was too lazy to continue talking nonsense to Bai Fan. Anyway, this guy has always been like this big or small since he was a child.

The two of them chatted a little about readers' reply and hung up the call.

"Reader's reply—" Bai Fan took out a small card stuffed into the magazine.

The reader's reply to "Weekly Horror Talk" is a specific white card with the names of each novel in this issue. The empty grid behind it is divided into three levels: excellent and poor, which is a small means for publishers to mobilize readers' interactions.

Of course, if the readers of "Weekly Horror Talk" whose circulation is more than 200,000 yuan a week can have 30,000 or 40,000 reply letters, it will be a very incense.

After all, most readers will automatically choose to skip novels that they think are not good at, or directly click forks in the upper right corner of the web page. There are few readers who are willing to swear as the fun.

"No matter what, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the editor-in-chief and the editor below will choose whether to choose the editor in chief in the end."

Bai Fan lay on the bed without caring about it. He had already purchased the royalties for this issue, so he didn't care about the results afterwards. Moreover, he felt that he had written pretty well, and even if there were bad reviews, it wouldn't be too much.

He lay down with the circumstances, and he was simply the standard thinking of eating salted fish and waiting to die.

......

The next day, Bai Fan got up early to exercise and then went to school.

But before I could reach the classroom door, I saw a lot of students surrounding the bulletin board.

He leaned over curiously, and then he realized that the results had been posted. Bai Fan was still motionless. The last time he was the first and second in the grade, he fell to the seventh and eighth place.

I have to say that the competitive pressure at Shuijing Middle School is really a bit too high. Last time, the first and second graders were skating seven or eight.

Then Bai Fan found Furi Koga in the seventy-eight places.

Bai Fan had to feel sorry for Furi Koga.

The last time he got the score of 70th, his dad didn't seem to let him go.

This time, the seventy-eight people are just right. Wouldn’t they just eat fried meat on the belt until they are full?

Bai Fan shook his head, carried his schoolbag and entered the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, the students who were chatting turned around and looked at him.

Surprised, curious, and scared.

If Bai Fan's third place in the last time was purely luck, then Bai Fan could prove his strength from the perspective of the third place in the ten thousand years.

But Bai Fan doesn’t seem to have studied much, so how could he do so well in the exam?

They looked at them tentatively, but Bai Fan ignored them one by one and sat down on his own.

But as soon as he sat down, someone came over timidly with the textbook.

"Then, that classmate Bai, can you ask about the card score in the last test paper?"

The other party's voice sounded timid and scared, but he still came with a textbook.

"Of course." Bai Fan nodded indifferently and agreed, just asking a question.

Helping classmates is also the foundation of happiness.

Bai Fan took the other party's textbook and gave it a thorough answer to the other party with a pleasant look. Finally, he asked with concern whether he understood it or not.

This made the classmate in front of him nodded in a panic. When the other party went back, Bai Fan even heard him discussing with the people around him excitedly.

"What? Classmate Bai is actually easy to talk to. You people are still rumoring about Classmate Bai. How can a person as easy to talk to as he is a bad boy?"

"...It's true. I have never heard of bad students studying. Then I'll ask Mr. Bai later. Oh, that question is really too difficult for this exam."

"And classmate Bai is so handsome and has good physical fitness. Maybe he will be the trump card in our class in the future."

They were talking a lot, but Bai Fan was all put into the ears.

He didn't expect that just taking the exam would have an impact on his reputation.

Looking at the classmates who looked over with their bright eyes and wanted to have a good relationship with him, Bai Fan coughed twice and couldn't help scratching his head.

Although his old face is still stubborn, he has indeed beaten him, and he does not intend to avoid this.
Chapter completed!