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Chapter 469 Yes, it's easy!

The little milk dog Rong immediately lost his momentum, looked at Tang Shi bluntly, and said in a low voice: "How can there be..."

Every time Tang Shi saw him like this, she wanted to grab him and ravage him on top of his head.It's a pity that Rong Yi is too tall for her now, and this wish cannot be realized for the time being.

"Are you still angry?"

Rong Xiaogou obediently shook his head: "I'm not angry anymore."

Tang Shi nodded: "It's fine if you don't get angry, go back to the classroom quickly."

The little milk dog Rong nodded, seeing that Tang Shi was about to leave, his eyes flickered slightly, he suddenly lowered his head, quickly kissed Tang Shi on the face, then turned and ran away in big strides.

Tang poetry: "..."

Yes, it's easy!

Entering the classroom of Class Nine, Tang Shi found that Chao Xiu had returned to the state of not being close to strangers.

Through Rong Xiaoguai's tricks, Tang Shi didn't dare to be intimate with any male or female classmate casually, but just looked at Chao Xiu and said, "If you need help with anything, you can come to me at any time."

Chao Xiu glanced sideways at Tang Shi, but ignored her.

Tang Shi pursed her lips, not annoyed, and took out the new textbooks on her own, and started to prepare for the new lessons.

During the break at noon, Qing Zhu sent her a message: "The sales volume has been stable during this period, and the publishing house has already printed the 20 words. Shall I send you a sample book?"

Tang Shi looked at the message on the phone, and replied "hmm" casually.

At the end of this week, she and Rong Yi will leave temporarily, and they don't know if they can receive it.

Qing Zhu: "Your update speed has always been very fast, and the quality can be guaranteed. Why don't you write the second part of "Drunken Moon"?"

The ending of "Drunken Bright Moon" is specious. Although the protagonists are explained in the new book "Holding the Sword to Start the Wind", many people are still not satisfied.

They just want to see the finale, they don't want to imagine it, they want this "Watching the World" to write it.

Tang Shi looked at this and directly refused.

Looking down on the world: "I don't want to write, and I can't take care of it. I'm going to ask for leave this month, and there are hundreds of thousands of manuscripts left in the manuscript box. Please send it for me, and then help me hang up a leave notice for readers."

Qing Zhu: "Okay, but what are you doing on leave?"

Looking at the world: "Secret."

After buying a computer, her speed of writing manuscripts has skyrocketed.In addition to being more self-disciplined, her legs didn't heal during the summer vacation, and she didn't have to worry about family affairs, so she simply focused on writing novels.

As a result, she updated a large number of new books with high quality, and gained a large number of fans.

Because of this, the [-]-word manuscript might not be able to last for half a month.For the rest, she had no choice but to ask Qing Zhu to apologize to everyone on her behalf.

After chatting casually with Qing Zhu, Tang Shi threw the phone aside and began to take a nap.

The afternoon class is very simple. Most of the first class in the new semester will not be a class, but a mutual introduction between the teacher and the students.

Entering a new classroom again, and a familiar scene again, but Tang Shi still feels different.

After all, it is not those people, no matter how similar they are, they are also different.

After class, Tang Shi exhaled lightly, lay down on the table and closed her eyes to rest.

After lying down for a while, when she heard Chao Xiu knocking on her table, Tang Shi sat up and looked at Chao Xiu.

Chao Xiu frowned, and motioned to the door: "Someone is looking for you."

Tang Shi raised her head and looked towards the door of the classroom, where an immature young man was looking at her with sparkling eyes.

Tang Shi felt familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

Seeing Tang Shi looking at him quietly, the young man ran in excitedly and said, "Boss, it's me. It turned out that the fifth middle school was with your younger brother. I was admitted to Boli. I'm a freshman in high school." .”

(End of this chapter)