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Chapter 39 The Envelope for the Sample Book Was Torn
Cheng Ying's words attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom, and everyone had different expressions on their faces.

Some watched this scene with great interest; some had no expression on their faces, with the corners of their mouths slightly turned down; some showed envy on their faces, and so on.

Cheng Ying's request was completely beyond Cao Sheng's expectations.

So, Cao Sheng's expression was very surprised.

What is it like to be asked by your teacher to save your manuscripts for review? He has now experienced it.

It feels a bit cool, but also a bit embarrassing.

A few days ago, Song Chao, who slept in the bunk below him, asked him for his saved manuscripts to read. Since Song Chao had a good relationship with him, he took out a draft book. Song Chao could not understand his overly sloppy manuscript. Out of curiosity, several other roommates in the dormitory also came over, but they couldn't understand it either. They couldn't recognize most of the words in his draft book.

Recently, other students in his class also asked him for his manuscripts, saying that they wanted to broaden their horizons and see what his novels were like.

He evaded them all.

Every time he asked his roommate to prove it, saying that his manuscript was too sloppy and others could not understand it at all.

I didn’t expect that today my English teacher Cheng Ying would also make such a request.

A direct refusal would definitely make her lose face.

Cao Sheng made up his mind in the blink of an eye and smiled, "Sure! But my manuscripts are all in the dormitory. If you really want to read them, you can come with me to the dormitory after class, or I can go to the dormitory and get you a copy of my manuscripts. But my manuscripts are all handwritten and very sloppy, so you may not understand them."

He concluded that Cheng Ying couldn't understand his manuscript either, so he said this on purpose.

In fact, he had already converted the entire text of the book "Living with the Air Hostess" into electronic document and saved it in his email mailbox.

If he really wanted to show her the manuscript, he could have asked her if she had an e-mail address or a floppy disk, and then sent her a copy of the manuscript or made a copy for her.

but……

In this way, his saved manuscripts would be at risk of being leaked.

If she forwards it to other teachers, and other teachers forward it to others, who knows how far it will spread?
If it spreads everywhere on the Internet, it will inevitably affect the subsequent serialization of his book under the Banyan Tree. Readers have read the full text in other places, so who would come to Under the Banyan Tree to read it again?
In addition, domestic piracy has always been a serious problem. In order to increase sales of this book, the publisher has long required that the last 20 chapters of the book cannot be serialized online for the time being.

The last 20 chapters can only be posted online after the physical book has been on sale for a while.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to really show his subsequent drafts to anyone.

Even if Cheng Ying was his English teacher, it wouldn't work.

Of course, he would not say out loud what was in his mind.

His answer just now made Cheng Ying very satisfied. The smile on her face became much more intense. She raised her hand and patted Cao Sheng on the shoulder, praising him: "Not bad! It happens that after our class is over, you don't have classes this afternoon. I will go to your dormitory with you! It will save you from going back to get the manuscript and then having to come here again."

Cao Sheng nodded, "Okay, teacher!"

On the scene, he gave Cheng Ying enough face.

only……

After class, Cheng Ying followed several people from their dormitory with a smile on her face, chatting and laughing to their dormitory. After taking the draft book handed over by Cao Sheng, the smile on her face was transferred to the faces of Cao Sheng and several roommates. Cheng Ying looked at the draft book in her hand, her expression became stunned, and she forgot to close her slightly opened mouth. After a while, she looked up at Cao Sheng blankly, "Isn't your writing too sloppy? Your draft makes me suddenly doubt whether I can recognize words. It's written like this, can you recognize it yourself?"

Pang Yunhai and others tried hard to hold back their laughter.

They had all seen the draft before and had had similar feelings.

But as we all know, when a group of people are trying to hold back their laughter, there will always be someone who can’t hold it back. Guan Zhi was the first one who couldn’t hold it back, and he laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

Pang Yunhai and others were already having a hard time holding back their laughter, and when Guan Zhi smiled like that, laughter suddenly broke out like a flat tire.

Cheng Ying turned to look at them speechlessly, and suddenly, she also smiled.

When everyone's laughter died down, Cao Sheng smiled and explained, "Teacher, when I wrote these manuscripts, I never thought that anyone would want to read them in the future. I just wrote them as quickly as I could, and they turned out like this. I'm sorry! I disappoint you."

Cheng Ying looked at him, then lowered her head to look at the draft in her hand, suddenly laughed, and handed the draft back to Cao Sheng with emotion.

"Forget it, since your draft is like this, I won't read it. You'd better keep it! If you can become a great writer in the future, this manuscript may be worth a lot of money even though no one may understand it, so don't lose it." Before she finished speaking, Pang Yunhai and others echoed her.

But Cao Sheng saw that their expressions and tones were very casual and they were all just trying to make trouble.

Yes, in their eyes, Cao Sheng had only written a romance novel, and romance novels were never considered elegant.

Even if his book were to be published, no one would think that he would become a great writer in the future.

Cao Sheng himself also thinks so.

In his eyes, only writers of the level of Lu Xun and Mao Dun can be called great writers.

But Cao Sheng still believes that his manuscript will have a certain collection value in the future because it is the first manuscript of an online article.

The first one is always a bit memorable.

……

After that day, no one in Cao Sheng's class asked him to read his saved manuscripts.

The sloppy nature of his manuscript gradually spread throughout the class.

It's the end of December.

The weather is getting hotter and the atmosphere in the school is becoming more tense. Fewer and fewer people skip classes and evening self-study. Many students who are usually careless are also becoming more serious. The learning atmosphere in the school is becoming more intense because the final exams are approaching.

Even Cao Sheng, who had long lost interest in accounting courses, recently stopped writing during evening study time and began to seriously review several courses this semester.

Because he didn't want to fail the final exam.

If he doesn't study hard now and try to pass all the courses in one go, when he fails a course, he will have to spend time studying hard next semester to have a chance of passing the make-up exam.

And during this tense period, one evening, when their class leader Geng Yong was passing by the school guard room, he habitually turned into the receiving room next door.

This receiving room is next to the guard room.

There is a wall of in-boxes in the mail room, and each in-box corresponds to a class in the school.

Letters sent to their schools will be placed in the recipient's class inbox.

The key to Cao Sheng's class's mailbox is usually kept by the class monitor Geng Yong. Geng Yong also takes all the letters from their class back to the class and then distributes them to the recipients.

This is one of Geng Yong’s daily tasks as a squad leader.

Today, as usual, he used his key to open his class's inbox, reached in and took out all the letters in the inbox, and then locked the inbox again.

When he was about to leave with the letters, he suddenly noticed that there was a thumb-sized hole in the envelope of the thickest registered letter.

He subconsciously looked at the name of the recipient of the registered letter.

"Cao Sheng?"

Geng Yong was a little surprised by the recipient's name on the envelope.

But it also brought back his memory.

He remembered that he had given such a thick registered letter to Cao Sheng once before. He also remembered that he had asked Cao Sheng what was inside such a thick registered letter, and Cao Sheng said that it was a few books that his friends helped him buy.

Is it another book that your friends helped you buy this time?

Geng Yong looked at the hole in the corner of the envelope with curiosity, and sure enough, he saw that there were books inside. Looking at the clean and neat white papers, it was obvious that they were all new books.

What kind of books are they? Cao Sheng is such a great writer, so these books can’t all be about writing, right?
Geng Yong's curiosity was aroused.

(End of this chapter)