Re-select the life system

Chapter 15:15: Going Home
"Ok?"

Old Cui turned his head and looked at Xiao Gao who was a little surprised.

"Mr. Cui, has the Li Yuncong you mentioned ever submitted a manuscript to our magazine?"

"Huh? You know him?"

When Lao Cui saw this scene, he suddenly felt something and quickly started asking.

"Well..., Teacher Cui, it's like this. I received a call at noon. I was about to get off work at that time. I hurried to eat and didn't pay attention. The other party said that his pen name was Li Yuncong and asked if the manuscript he sent had been edited. Review.”

Old Cui's heart trembled suddenly.

Seeing Lao Cui's concerned look, Xiao Gao quickly explained.

"Mr. Cui, you also know that people who usually call to urge manuscripts are basically causing trouble. My reply is to tell them to wait for news... you know."

Old Cui naturally knew that this was an unspoken rule. The phone number left by the magazine was basically an external communication tool. Usually, those self-righteous contributors came to remind too many manuscripts, and everyone was used to it.

Old Cui didn't mean to blame, and when he was a little disappointed, Xiao Gao suddenly remembered something and said.

"Teacher Cui, I remember just now that Li Yuncong said that he seemed to have dozens of articles and was ready to cooperate. I thought he was joking at the time, so...!"

Before Xiao Gao finished speaking, Lao Cui's face turned red instantly, and he dropped the cigarette in his hand, without even looking at the trash can, he strode forward, picked up the phone, and yelled at Xiao Gao.

"Do you remember his phone number?"

Xiao Gao was a little at a loss. It was the first time he saw a well-known honest person from the magazine losing his temper. He quickly pointed to the phone and said, please call back, it seems like it happened half an hour ago.

Lao Cui quickly rang the call back.

After a while, the other end of the phone was finally connected. Old Cui felt his heart beating. All he could think about was the dozens of articles that Xiao Gao said just now. He would definitely become the best editor of this year!
"Hello!"

"Hello! Hello! Are you Teacher Li Yuncong?"

"Li Yuncong? I don't know him!"

"Don't know?" Old Cui's heart tightened, but he thought of something, and hurriedly continued to ask.

"Hello, have you recently submitted an article to our magazine, your pen name is Li Yuncong, by the way, we are Zhiyin Magazine!"

The bald principal on the other end of the phone looked confused, and it took a while to remember what he had just talked to Qin He. It seemed that the young man said that he had contributed to Zhiyin Magazine.

"Oh, you are Zhiyin Magazine, I know, I know, my wife likes to read your magazines the most, are you looking for the person who just called you?"

When Lao Cui heard this, he immediately felt that there was something wrong and quickly replied.

"Yes, yes, he called us just now, and I just learned that Teacher Li Yuncong called us, so do you know him?"

The bald headmaster looked confused. When did that young man become a teacher?Still, he replied.

"I don't know Teacher Li Yuncong, but a young man did call me just now, and it seems that he also called you Zhiyin Magazine!"

When Old Cui heard this, he immediately felt confident, and hurriedly continued to ask.

"Is he still there now? Could you please help him come over and answer the phone?"

"Ask him to answer the phone? Let me ask. He has been gone for almost half an hour. Why don't you call back in 10 minutes? I'll ask someone to find it for you?"

"Okay, then thank you, thank you so much!"

The bald principal put down the phone. What's the young man's name?He really didn't remember it, but the girl remembered it herself, and she still went through the procedures herself. The head teacher seemed to be from the third and fourth grades of junior high school. The head teacher of the class is here.

After Yanzi's head teacher came over, he called the head teacher to find Lin Yiyan.

But they were destined to be lost. At this time, Qin He had already set foot on the way home.

Qin He leaned on a cane and walked in small steps. It took less than two miles in half an hour, and he had to rest after walking for a while.

Several children took turns to support him, but the ten-mile mountain road was like a torture to Qin He whose leg hadn't healed yet.

It was okay at first, but after walking for half an hour, my whole foot felt terrible pain.

There is really no other way but to take a break first.

Sitting on the roadside of the mountain, Qin He looked at the worried faces of Yan Zi and the others, and couldn't help but feel a little better.

Looking at the sky with some dark clouds, Qin He felt something was wrong again. The sky was clear in the morning, but it was already covered with dark clouds at noon. It won't be raining!

I don't know when I walked home with this leg. If it rains, it will really suffer.

The bald principal at the other end of the school soon learned that Qin He and the children had left the school. He checked the time and found that they had been gone for more than half an hour, so he had no choice but to give up.

After 10 minutes, the old Cui on the other end called on time.

"Hello, are you Li Yun..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just asked the teacher, the young man has left, I guess he has gone home, so I'm sorry!"

Old Cui was a little depressed at once, but he quickly spoke on the other end of the phone.

"However, when I go to school tomorrow, I will ask his sister to bring him a letter, saying that your magazine will contact him, and then just ask him to come to school again, and you can leave your phone number. You call."

"Ah? Okay, okay, I'll leave you the phone number of our editorial department. If Mr. Li Yuncong has time, feel free to contact me! My name is Cui Zhiguo, just tell him my name!"

The headmaster left the old Cui's phone number, then put down the phone and looked at the number on the notebook. The bald headmaster always felt that something was wrong just now. Could it be that the manuscript submitted by that young man was accepted by Zhiyin Magazine?

Hearing the name of a teacher on the other end of the phone made the bald principal feel very uncomfortable. He, a real teacher, had never been called so respectfully by anyone, and he felt sad. In fact, he had secretly sent manuscripts to Reader's Digest, more than once. .

But the result, of course, is fruitless. In this era, it is normal to contribute to magazines and newspapers in the cultural circle. Who doesn't want their articles to be published in newspapers and magazines, especially magazines like readers.

The bald headmaster didn't expect that the young man was so talented. Since the first submission was approved, and the editor's tone, one teacher at a time, the article was obviously very satisfying.

"I have the opportunity to ask that young man what skills are there for submitting articles in magazines!"

The principal murmured to himself, copied the number given by Lao Cui into another notebook, and then closed the notebook.

But at this time, the talented young man that the principal was talking about was about to die.

After walking for more than an hour, Qin He finally couldn't hold on any longer. The pain made it difficult for him to lift his legs.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the thin Lin Yifeng took the initiative to ask Qin He to lie on his back, and he would carry Qin He home!

Qin He looked at the thin and thin Lin Yifeng, and really didn't want the child to carry it, but judging by the weather, it might really rain heavily, so Qin He had no choice but to lie on Lin Yifeng's thin and thin back.

Yan Zi walked in front with a cane, Lin Yifeng walked in the middle carrying Qin He, and brother and sister Lin Qing followed at the end carrying heavy schoolbags because they had received books today.

Not far away, there was a burst of thunder!
(End of this chapter)