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Zhang Peng wrote for two hours, only 10,000 words, but it was already late, and Zhang Peng sent it to the editor and went to sleep.

Because a novel review requires 10,000 words, Zhang Peng also believes that his novel can pass.

After all, his literary brilliance is over there.

The next day, the director of education called Zhang Peng to the office and announced the research decision of the school leaders, that is, to agree to Zhang Peng's request to skip the grade, and directly cross the second year of high school and enter the third year of high school in the next semester.

Zhang Peng smiled indifferently and said, "Thank you." This

result was naturally expected by him, after all, there was no need to waste time here.

After finishing the work, Zhang Peng also returned to the classroom.

Because he needed to write novels, Zhang Peng could only bring his mobile phone to school, but he didn't play games.

"Okay, but you have to make sure you don't play with your phone, or I'll confiscate it." The head teacher looked at Zhang Peng and said.

Zhang Peng wanted to skip the third year of high school, and the head teacher also listened to the director of teaching.

A genius like Zhang Peng naturally can't be educated in a normal way, as long as Zhang Peng doesn't play games and destroys the atmosphere of Xi in the class.

"Thank you, teacher." Zhang Peng said with some excitement.

As long as you can bring your mobile phone to the classroom, you can type at school, and it is just around the corner to complete the tasks given to you by the system.

In one day, Zhang Peng typed 30,000 words on his mobile phone, and if he was an ordinary person, he would write tens of thousands of words a day, and it is estimated that his head would have exploded.

But Zhang Peng is different from ordinary people, his thinking ability has improved I don't know how many times, and his writing is also very good, and it can be said that writing novels is easy.

When I got home in the evening, I sent a message to the editor in charge.

The other party just replied coldly: "It's still under review." "

After that, there was no more news.

Just when Zhang Peng wanted to continue asking, Zhang Shuwen, who hadn't chatted for a long time, sent him a WeChat message.

"Master, you can teach my disciple me, I really don't know these places."

The message is followed by several photos of the endgame.

The endgame is a very magical thing, that is, you have to play every move very delicately to break the game if you let others play half of the next game.

The few pictures sent by Zhang Shuwen are really very advanced endgames, otherwise they would not have stumped him as a professional chess player.

"Ahem, wait for me." Zhang Peng replied with some embarrassment.

Because Zhang Peng was too busy in the previous essay competition, he pretended not to see it when Zhang Shuwen sent him a message.

Looking at the messages again, there were more than a dozen messages that did not reply to the other party.

However, Zhang Peng is a little helpless about Zhang Shuwen always calling himself a master, counting his age, Zhang Shuwen must be in his teens or even twenties than him.

However, the other party didn't know Zhang Peng's true identity, only that Zhang Peng was a faceless chess master.

Zhang Shuwen sent a message and said: Thank you, thank you.

Because he felt that his chess realm had reached a bottleneck, he said that he was watching the endgame, and wanted to find inspiration in it and break through his own realm.

Looking at the picture of the endgame, Zhang Peng's brain was running rapidly, and he began to go down step by step.

didn't untie one, Zhang Peng sent a message to the other party, explaining his unique ideas by the way.

Zhang Shuwen on the other side of the screen was naturally overjoyed, and it had helped a lot to give the steps, not to mention the idea of cracking it, which was extremely helpful to him.

After all, Zhang Peng's understanding of chess is now a master's understanding.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master." Zhang Shuwen excitedly sent a voice over, and Zhang Shuwen felt very fortunate to recognize Zhang Peng, the master.

Zhang Peng replied with a uh-huh, and then went offline.

Chess is a thing that really consumes mental energy, but Zhang Peng still feels very accomplished when he can guide others.

A few days passed quickly.

The editor-in-charge over there finally sent a message, saying that the novel had been approved and could be continued.

However, the other party often sent some obscure messages to himself, obviously wanting some benefits, and Zhang Peng naturally ignored his news.

Although Zhang Peng is rich, Zhang Peng will not give benefits to others casually.

"This book is written to 100,000 words and can be put on the shelves, right?" Zhang Peng sent a message to the other party and asked.

Because the first 100,000 words are free, that is, when readers watch them for free, after 100,000 words, they are paid, which is generally the model.

After waiting for a long time, the other party replied lightly to see the situation.

Seeing the message sent by the other party, Zhang Peng couldn't help frowning and said: "This editor-in-charge..."

Zhang Peng didn't know that the prosperity at this time could be said to be extremely disgusting to Zhang Peng, and he had already hinted at it so obviously, the other party only thought that he couldn't see it.

"Hmph, since you and I are pretending to be garlic, then your books will be left to dry, and when the time comes, don't you come back and beg me to put it on the shelves." Prosperous stared at the dialog box and said viciously.

In my heart, I also plan to adopt a laissez-faire attitude towards Zhang Peng's book.

After all, he is a little-known author, can he write any good books?

Zhang Peng immediately uploaded the more than 200,000 words he had written in the past few days, and then planned to start drawing comics.

After all, the two are combined and cannot be left behind.

As for the progress, Zhang Peng also planned it, the novel will be updated with two chapters, and the comic will be updated with one sentence, which will also facilitate the drainage of the novel when the time comes.

Everything just went on in an orderly manner.

Zhang Peng is very satisfied with the content of the book, which can definitely attract readers, after all, he is also attentive.

"I'll go, this is really a treasure book."

"It's so exciting, I've finished reading these in one day, what about others?"

"Who said it wasn't, but the author updates tens of thousands of dollars every day, which is too ruthless..."

"No matter what, love love, love..."

Zhang Peng's novel soon had comments below, but because there was no recommendation, the number was still very small.

But the rating is as high as 10!

This is very rare.

Zhang Peng also contacted the previous editor in charge of comics and told him to continue to cooperate, which also showed that he was also updating the novel at the same time.

Naturally, there was no problem over there, so I decisively agreed.

Because Zhang Peng has accumulated fans before, this time he will draw comics again, and he will definitely be able to retain many readers.

So Zhang Peng's life has become full again, and every day is to thank novels and comics.

Wang Jianing, who was watching on the side, was a little envious, jealous and hateful.

"People can't be compared." Looking at the thick pile of rolls in front of him, Wang Jianing couldn't help but smile bitterly and said.

It takes two hours to make a math paper by himself, and Zhang Peng only needs less than half an hour, and this gap may not be able to catch up with him for a lifetime.