reborn my golden age

There are already a lot of people who have signed up, and this time the competition is by department, which means that Zhang Yuan and the others can form teams with students from different grades.

Ding Wei looked at the enthusiastic classmates surrounding him and rubbed his temples with worry.

"You all want to go? Our business school had 30 people sign up yesterday, and we don't know how many people there are at the deadline. I'm going to put my words in front of you. Signing up means signing up, and going on stage means going on stage. These are two different things!"

Then he glanced at the girls and said, "Besides, there may not be female classmates to cheer you on then!"

The effect of this last sentence in dissuading people to quit was not as great as Ding Wei imagined, and people still came to sign up.

Ding Wei came up with his killer move: "After successful registration, each person will pay 80 yuan in clothing fees."

But this still doesn't stop the students in the class. You must know that since the students in the class started to study hard and on the right track, the only expenses they have are food money-this expenditure is actually not too much.

Therefore, many people have a surplus of monthly living expenses, and can easily withdraw eighty yuan.

After the dust settled, more than 60 people had applied to the business school. This was the result of many people giving up without hesitation.

Qiu Xuena pulled Zhang Yuan's arm and asked, "Have you signed up to play football?"

Zhang Yuan was very proud: "That's right! Remember to come and cheer for me later!"

"It's already autumn, it's too late!"

Zhang Yuan nodded and said: "It's really too late. There will be no competition before the Chinese New Year this year. There will be no competition until the spring after the new year."

Qiu Xuena said doubtfully: "What you said makes sense. Does this mean that we seniors don't need to participate?"

Zhang Yuan chuckled and said, "There are indeed not many seniors participating."

Although there are not many, there are still some. This is the youth that is about to pass away. There will always be someone to add something to remember.

As for the jersey, after discussion among several representatives, it has been decided that it will be Brazil’s jersey.

The reason is very simple. It is yellow, and it is less easy to match the jerseys. Like the jerseys of other wealthy clubs, there are probably many teams to choose from. When the time comes, the jerseys will not look good, and there is no second set of jerseys to change.

However, more than 60 people will definitely not be able to apply. According to the regulations of the World Cup, only 23 people can apply.

As for injuries, they were not considered. It was just a school competition. How could there be so many injuries? It would be nothing more than a cold.

Later, Qiu Xuena saw Zhang Yuan letting himself go. This guy who was busy reading books, studying or coding every day was actually interested in sports. Even the cold weather couldn't stop him from chasing someone on the green field with another group of people.

The joy of playing with the ball, even though it took him a long time to touch it.

Listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Zhang Yuan felt that he was really young at this moment.

Qiu Xuena is not idle either. She occasionally watches Zhang Yuan play football in the afternoon, but in the evening she goes to the dance studio for training, where she can often see Wu Xue.

This lazy girl is in a completely different state in the dance studio. She practices stretching and bodybuilding very seriously, and she has worked so hard that her face is covered with sweat.

Seeing Qiu Xuena, Wu Xue smiled with eight teeth and said hello.

When it was over at eight o'clock, Wu Xue wiped the sweat off her head and face with a towel, put on her coat and went back to the dormitory with Qiu Xuena.

"Have you prepared any Christmas gifts for Zhang Yuan?"

Qiu Xuena tightened her collar and said with a smile: "I plan to knit him a scarf."

Wu Xue rolled her eyes, as if she couldn't think of anything better: "You know how to knit a scarf? Teach me later."

"Who are you going to knit for?" Qiu Xuena was very curious. Who else could win over Wu Xue?

Wu Xue said, "I'll learn it first to avoid being blinded in the future."

Seeing that Wu Xue was about to slip away, Qiu Xuena hurriedly stepped forward to catch her: "Hurry up and do it. If you don't turn around, I will ask Zhang Yuan to ask your mother."

Wu Xue said anxiously: "It's true, why don't you believe it? It's really difficult to learn a craft."

Zhang Yuan had returned to his dormitory long ago, and Qiu Xuena gave him a break when he went to the dance studio to practice.

After returning home, Zhang Yuan habitually started coding. As the number of words in "Mortal" increased, the number of collectors also began to increase. According to this momentum, it won't be long before it can be put on the shelves and collected money.

After coding two chapters and putting them up, Zhang Yuan took a look at the music rankings online, and an unexpected name appeared in front of him: Wu Xuan.

This person is not at the same level as Chen Yue and Lu Ming. Zhang Yuan doesn't know how the song got into his hands.

According to his assumptions, Lu Ming could get at least two songs, so why was he still censored?

But now that the song has been sold, Zhang Yuan also feels that he needs to restrain himself. It's not like they didn't pay him, and the key point is that he and Lu Ming didn't agree that he must sing - Lu Ming didn't pay for it.

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But just as Nanfang thought, after "Blue and White Porcelain" was sung by Wu Xuan, the name Zhang Yuan began to be taken seriously. Many people were asking who this guy was, who was both a lyricist and a composer. If he could be found,

, or if we can reach an agreement, wouldn’t the songs of our own singers be guaranteed in the future?

But Nanfang was a little angry at this time. He was angry because Wu Xuan didn't understand the general situation.

Originally, Lu Ming could be said to have won the award with "Nocturne", but now he has released "Blue and White Porcelain" in advance, clearly intending to compete in the competition.

Why can't we wait? It's already November, and if we wait any longer it will be 2006. You can even send it out on New Year's Day.

Picking such a time point is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing. If you can fight, you can fight, but if you can't stand it, you have to wait for a year. By that time, others may have forgotten you. You know, Chen Yue and Lu Ming are both very wise.

I covered my head and didn't say anything, even though both of them entered the recording studio.

He knew that Chen Cheng could not make the decision in this matter, Wu Xuan must have done it himself.

The only good thing is that the meat is still rotten in the pot, and it is always owned by my own company.

After listening to the song for a while, people in the dormitory began to come back one after another. Everyone joked for a while and then went to sleep.

Qiu Xuena has been very strange recently. She packed up her things and went back at seven o'clock in the evening, leaving Zhang Yuan alone in the classroom for self-study.

Zhang Yuan was not used to it at first, but he also knew that Qiu Xuena must be busy, maybe she was preparing for IELTS.

By December, Zhang Yuan had already updated "The Story of Mortal Cultivation of Immortality" to more than 500,000 words, and the editor of the website informed him that it could be put on the shelves.

Great, I can finally see the money.

The current situation is very gratifying. The revenue exceeded 500 on the day it was first launched. This number seems to have room for growth.

In order to celebrate receiving the money, Zhang Yuan went to the city to bring coffee and biscuits to his friends. As the saying goes, the wealth does not go to other people's fields, and his own business is taken care of by himself.

Qiu Xuena was still mysterious, but Zhang Yuan could see that her eyes were a little red, so he didn't dare to bring her coffee, but instead brought her ginger sugar tea.

Drinking the ginger sugar tea brought by Zhang Yuan, Qiu Xuena's complexion finally recovered a little.

Zhang Yuan felt a little distressed: "You don't have to work so hard, right? Your English is also very good, how can a small IELTS stump you?"

Qiu Xuena did not deny it, she had to keep the surprise: "I want to give it a try next month, so I decided to give it a try."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of the scene when two people were learning to drive. They should be able to pass it in English.

Qiu Xuena did not leave early tonight, but stayed with Zhang Yuan. Her scarf was almost finished, and she was completely in time before Christmas.

After coming out of the study room, it was already very late. When he arrived at the door of the girls' dormitory, Zhang Yuan saw Wu Xue coming out to buy a midnight snack with her hands curled up and her eyes wide open.

The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw Zhang Yuan, but when she saw Zhang Yuan's empty hands, her nose wrinkled and she reluctantly went to the north gate.

Qiu Xuena laughed: "Wu Xue thought you could bring some snacks."

Zhang Yuan also said worriedly: "Why doesn't this girl grow any flesh? I'm so angry!"

Qiu Xuena didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She stretched out her hand and punched Zhang Yuan, and then said, "Go back, I'll go in too."

Zhang Yuan must be pretending to be angry, but some people are really angry now, such as Wang Shuo and Yang Shu.

Since Zhang Yuan was refused a visa, they have gradually forgotten about this matter. Who has nothing to pay attention to a past tense?

But they didn't expect that Zhang Yuan really gave them a surprise. Now everyone is discussing Zhang Yuan's new book. More importantly, Zhang Yuan did not delete the updates published on their website before.

Not much, fifty thousand words.

But these 50,000 words are exactly the same as the first 50,000 words on someone else’s ****, not even a single punctuation mark is missing.

This explains the problem very much.

During the meeting, the boss Shen Yang mentioned this matter.

"Who can explain why the snail left our website? What happened to the unsigned book on the website? Wang Shuo! Tell me!"

Wang Shuo hesitated for a long time before saying: "Based on previous experience, this book is indeed not up to standard..."

Shen Yang almost slapped the table and scolded: "Not qualified? How did you decide it was not qualified? I also read it. The opening chapter is average, but it's not so bad that I can't sign it, right? Huh?"

Indeed, if Zhang Yuan was a new writer, then Wang Shuo and Yang Shu might have signed it hesitantly, but now they are demanding Zhang Yuan according to the standards of a great master, so this opening chapter is not interesting enough.

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Wang Shuo couldn't refute Shen Yang's words, but he didn't want to take responsibility: "The person in charge is Yang Shu from our team. I'll ask him after the meeting."

"There is no need for a meeting! This book has been published. Let me tell you, the boss above is very angry now. Someone needs to take responsibility for this matter!"

Responsible? How to be responsible?

Wang Shuo shuddered, no, he had to quickly push out the poplar tree as a shield (scapegoat).

"My personal suggestion is to give Yang Shu a long-term sanction. His performance will be reset to zero for three years, and there will be no salary increase or promotion."