Fengfeng clicked on the manuscript passed by Nie Weidong and looked at it seriously.

  Twenty minutes later.

   "Okay, that's great!"

"Xiao Nie, contact the author immediately, "New Martial Arts" magazine is really saved!" Feng Feng's eyes are a little moist, and he has never seen a manuscript that excites him so much for so many years. He doesn't feel much about the works of famous martial arts artists, only this one.

   "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword"?

  It's so new and wonderful, this is the concept of their "New Martial Arts" magazine!

   "Okay, I will contact the author An Zhi Ruo Su immediately!" Nie Weidong was also very excited.

  ...

  The school sports meeting is over. The school gave everyone a half-day break to give everyone time to rest. Shu Cheng put on a black mask and went back to his villa.

  Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at the empty villa, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she hadn't seen her A Xiaorong for several days.

  Her daughter-in-law is shy and doesn't take the initiative to send her messages. She is busy with codewords these days and rarely sends messages to her.

  Shu Cheng tilted her head, and slapped her short black hair with one hand. Hmm...is the daughter-in-law angry?

  Shu Cheng chewed the candy, took out the mobile phone in the bag, and sent a text message to the man.

   [SMS content: I have a big hormone I want to release. —Shu Cheng】

  The text message was sent to the sea, Shu Cheng's brows became tighter, and the angry daughter-in-law was the most difficult to coax!

  ...

  "Ring LingRing—"

  The light ringtone of the mobile phone rang, Shu Cheng was chewing candy, her brows were slightly raised, and the corners of her red lips raised a faint curve. The teenager looked down at the caller ID of the mobile phone.

   is an unknown unfamiliar number.

  Shu Cheng frowned, the corners of her lips were slightly pressed, and her slender fingers slowly pressed the answering button.

   Click—The call is connected.

  The voice on the other end of the phone was very excited: "Hello, are you at peace?"

  Shu Cheng's frowning brows gradually dispersed, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and in a consistent voice, he said, "Yes."

  The young man’s voice was lazy and beautiful, and it was transmitted into the ear of the other party through the phone. Although the voice was distorted through the transmission of electric current, the voice was still refreshing.

  Nie Weidong was taken aback, why is this voice so young? !

However, he did not think too much at this time, and said straight to the point: "I am Nie Weidong, the editor of "New Wuxia" magazine. After review, your manuscript "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" is very valuable. "New Wuxia" magazine would like to invite you. Meet to talk about related matters in detail."

  Shu Cheng’s fingers tapped the desktop lightly without a second, a relaxed and laid-back look, with an elegant smile on the corner of her mouth.

"May I ask, do you have time now?" Nie Weidong put his posture very low, because Nie Weidong was not sure whether An Zhiruo had submitted the manuscript to other magazines. This manuscript is the last hope of the "New Martial Arts" magazine. .

  Shu Cheng chewed the candy, looked at the time, and said, "Okay, half an hour later, Cat's Eye Cafe at 56 Zhongxin Street. If I remember correctly, your magazine is not far from there."

  Nie Weidong tried his best to suppress his excitement, and gave Feng Feng the editor-in-chief on the side an "OK" gesture.

   "Okay, okay, see you later." Nie Weidong replied.

  Shu Cheng hung up the phone, put on headphones and a mask, stroked his neck, and went to the appointment unhurriedly.

  The breeze stroked Shu Cheng's chestnut hair, a light smile pecked on her face, her hands in her coat pockets, her unhurried, stubborn tone brought her unique style.