Chapter 157 Yan Zhusheng's Curiosity
After the second evening self-study session, Li Luo went home with Ying Chanxi who came downstairs, and met Xu Youyu on Houde Road.

On the way back, Ying Chanxi asked curiously, "Have you decided on the mini-game for your class?"

"OK, guess the instrument." Li Luo repeated the rules of the game for Class 8, then asked, "What about your class?"

"Our class..." Ying Chanxi covered his forehead, "doing math problems."

"What?"

"It's just taking a slip of paper out of a box. There's a math problem written on each slip of paper. If you get the answer right, you pass."

"You call this a mini-game?" Li Luo twitched his lips.

"That doesn't count." Xu Youyu on the side reminded with a smile, "Although the mini-games can be educational, they can't be directly related to solving problems. This is an entertainment activity, so let's not do things related to learning."

"So this won't work?" Ying Chanxi asked helplessly.

"Even if you submit it on Wednesday, it will be rejected," said Xu Youyu.

"So what game is your class playing?"

"We." Xu Youyu laughed, "We are skipping rope. After all, Class 16 is a liberal arts class, and most of the students are girls, so they are good at this."

"But this project is for students from other classes to play." Li Luoxu said, "What will the boys in the science class do if they don't know how to do it?"

"If you don't know how to play, just learn it. It's not that difficult." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at him. "It's much easier than guessing the instrument you play."

The three of them were walking on their way home, chatting casually.

Ying Chanxi would occasionally look at Li Luo's scarf, then show a satisfied look and walk more briskly.

But when he looked down and saw the sneakers on Li Luo's feet, he felt a little unhappy, so he immediately looked away, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

After returning home, Li Luo went back to the bedroom, put down his schoolbag, went to the computer first, opened the mailbox, and sent an email to Yuan Wanqing, asking about things to do this weekend and asking about the specific arrangements.

At the same time, editor Qianzhou also sent him a message during the day.

[Qianzhou]: We are still in further contact with Yuan Wanqing's team. The time is tentatively set for Saturday afternoon, and the specific time is to be determined.

[Qianzhou]: As for the channel distribution issue, it has already been decided for you.

[Qianzhou]: According to the process of this interview, the interview will be completed over the weekend, and the subsequent progress will be implemented in sequence in January.

[Qianzhou]: So your book will be released on the channels on New Year’s Day.

[Qianzhou]: My suggestion is that if you have time, you can save more manuscripts and release them during the New Year’s Day.

[Qianzhou]: Because the traffic this time may be very large, Yuan Wanqing is willing to use Weibo to promote it. Even if the traffic that Qidian’s main site can get is very small, it will be a very large increase in the number of paying readers of a book.

[Qianzhou]: If the result is ideal, rekindle the flame, you really have a chance to become popular this time!
[Qianzhou]: Oh, by the way, I just bought a high-speed rail ticket for Saturday morning. If possible, please give me your address and I will come to find you then.

[Rekindle]: OK, got it.

After reading the editor's long article, Li Luo gave a brief reply and sent an address. Then he leaned back in his chair, feeling a little emotional.

He still vaguely remembered how nervous and respectful he was when facing the editor's QQ chat box when he was writing online articles in his previous life, and he was very cautious in chatting.

Most of the time, editors just ignore me.

Have you asked the editor how much of the new book he has read?

The editor will give you a number and no more words.

Did you ask the editor when the next round of recommendations will come?

If the editor is not available, he will ignore you. If he is available, he will just reply to you with "wait for notification".

As a result, he never expected that in front of the real authors, the editor was also a chatterbox.

He can actually talk so much.

I can only say that the real world is sometimes so real.

Thinking of this, Li Luo got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After he came out of the shower, he sat back in front of the computer and planned to type for a while, when he found that there was already a reply in his mailbox, from Yuan Wanqing.

[Wenyue Group contacted me before. I had never heard of this company before. Later, they said it was the signing platform for the book "I'm Really Not a Celebrity", and then I realized it.]

[It’s no big deal for me to agree to this interview. I heard that this can also help the performance of your novel.]

[Auntie can't think of any other way to thank you. Since I have the opportunity this time, I might as well do you a small favor.]

[My interview will probably be scheduled between 2pm and 3pm on Saturday. You and Zhusheng can come directly to my house after school on Saturday afternoon, and then take my nanny car to go to the company together.]

[If you have any other questions, you can always ask me] [Oh, by the way, do the sneakers that Zhusheng asked me to buy last time still fit you? ]

Li Luo didn't expect Yuan Wanqing to reply to the email so late. He thought he would have to wait until tomorrow to receive a reply.

The only thing that made him feel a little fortunate was that Yuan Wanqing didn't mention the content of his novel at all. It seemed that she probably didn't read it much.

Thinking of this, Li Luo felt happy and somewhat relieved.

Then he quickly wrote a reply, sent it to Yuan Wanqing, and then started typing.

……

On Tuesday, Li Luo asked Hua Xiuxiu to go on stage to announce yesterday's results and explained to everyone what the game of Class 8 was.

Then Hua Xiuxiu collected the candidates for musical instruments for the class reunion and gave them to Li Luo for review.

Li Luo took a look and was surprised to find that the students in their class were really talented.

I knew yesterday that Chen Zhongqi can play the pipa and Ren Zheng can play the flute.

But he didn't expect that Lu Jiahao could actually play the harmonica?

That kid Zhang Guohuang can even play the trumpet?
In addition, there are people who can play the violin and the guzheng.

There are seven or eight people who have learned piano.

"You can't judge a person by his appearance." Li Luo said with a click of the tongue, patting Zhang Guohuang on the shoulder, "You can even play the trumpet?"

"Ahem... I learned it for a while when I was in elementary school." Zhang Guohuang was rarely modest. "I know a little bit, just enough to play some games."

With so many people in the class who can play various musical instruments, this little game was able to proceed very smoothly.

So after finalizing the candidates, Hua Xiuxiu began to arrange the shifts.

After all, everyone must want to try out other classes' mini-games, collect stamps, and achieve achievements. It is said that if all the stamps are collected, they can be exchanged for gifts.

"My mother called me yesterday." During the break, Yan Zhusheng turned to Li Luo and said, "She said that you should come to my house for dinner on Saturday, and then go to her company together for an interview?"

"Well, did Auntie tell you?"

"I said so." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "I'll go and see it then."

Li Luo: "...Actually, you don't have to go."

If Yan Zhusheng was watching, Li Luo felt that he would be embarrassed to say many things during the interview.

"But I want to go," Yan Zhusheng said. "My mother said she would ask some questions and asked me what I wanted to ask."

"What do you mean?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment. "Aren't the interview questions all prepared by the people over there?"

"Mom said that she can also provide some questions she wants to answer as needed." Yan Zhusheng tilted his head and said, "If there is anything I am interested in, I can also tell her."

"Is that so..." Li Luo smiled awkwardly, then said flatteringly with a smile, "Well, Zhu Sheng, Sister Sheng, let's be normal and not ask weird questions, OK?"

"Then I want to watch your interview."

"What's wrong with that?" Li Luo said righteously, "Let's go together then and I'll show you enough."

Yan Zhusheng blinked. He didn't expect Li Luo to give in so easily. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "But... I do have a few questions I want to ask."

"Why don't you just ask me privately?" Li Luo said with a wave of his hand.

"But didn't you say before that you wouldn't let me talk to you about the novel in private?" Yan Zhusheng said obediently, "I'm very obedient and never say anything."

"Is it my fault?" Li Luo twitched his lips. "You can speak now, but only for a short while."

"Then I asked?"

"Just ask."

"When will the protagonist go to bed with Mo Qinghan?"

"..." Li Luo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his brows twitching slightly, "Yan Zhusheng, even if you told your mother this question, you would never ask it during an interview."

"That's why I'm curious." Yan Zhusheng said honestly, "You wrote that her body was trembling slightly when she kissed, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Li Luo hurriedly stopped Yan Zhusheng, his whole body covered with goose bumps, embarrassed to death, "I beg you, Sister Sheng, please be merciful, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

"...Okay." Yan Zhusheng blinked, still a little confused, but looking at Li Luo's expression, it was probably impossible to get an answer from him, "Then remember to go to the Rock Club together this evening. The president said that he wants to discuss the repertoire for the New Year's Eve party, and it needs to be reported tomorrow."

"Yeah." Li Luo nodded, "Let's have dinner together, and then we can go together."

(End of this chapter)