“Holy shit, how much money have you made from me?”
“Sometimes I say nice things, and Nan Shu will give me an extra bonus.”
Hearing these words, Feng Nanshu suddenly raised his face: “Brother, don’t listen to Gao Wenhui’s nonsense.”
Jiang Qin waved his hands and said something messy in his mind: “Don’t worry about publishing. You have too few words now. Wait until I work it out later. Miaomiao also has a publishing contract, but now I’m holding it down. It’s not time yet.”
“Oh well.”
“If you want to publish it later, you will definitely need to revise it. If you don’t want to put in the effort, don’t write from the neck down in the future.”
Gao Wenhui glanced at him, a little confused: “What does it mean not to write below the neck?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Jiang Qin fed Feng Nanshu a chili pepper, then reached out to grab a chicken leg and evacuated.
Gao Wenhui still didn’t understand, so she looked at Feng Nanshu: “What do you mean you can’t write below the neck?”
The little rich woman was dumbfounded for a while, then her eyes drifted downward, and finally landed on her feet.
After returning to the dormitory after a meal, Cao Guangyu, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao were playing Landlords. As soon as Jiang Qin came in, Lao Ren immediately left his seat and asked him to take over, and then went to call his dear Linlin.
College students who are in love have nothing to do but sleep on the phone every day, which is so boring.
Lao Cao also went through this stage before, often hiding under the quilt and fighting with Ding Xue all night long. The free package in the campus card was not enough for them to show off.
“It’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lao Ren and I are planning to take our partner out to play together. Lao Jiang, will you go?”
“Will Lao Zhou go?”
Zhou Chao threw out two Qs: “I don’t have a partner, so I went here just to eat dog food.”
Jiang Qin glanced at him with a somewhat disdainful expression: “I don’t have a partner either. We are two singles keeping company. Are we afraid that they are just idiots?”
“Aren’t you going to take Feng Nanshu with you?”
“If you go, you should bring her with you. She’s a little clingy to me.”
Zhou Chao’s mouth twitched: “I don’t want to eat dog food, but Brother Jiang, your friend’s food is stronger than dog food.”
Jiang Qin patted his thigh and ignored his words: “We are already in our junior year, and we don’t have much time to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. If you want to go, just go.”
“Then let’s take the postgraduate entrance examination in our college. Then we’ll apply for a dormitory.”
“Just you? A bastard like you actually wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination?” Jiang Qin showed an incredulous expression.