In the eyes of the teachers and classmates at the institute, Lin Weimin, who is only twenty years old, is really just like a child.

Despite everyone's usual jokes, everyone still loves and cares about Lin Weimin, a young man who can almost be considered a child of many people.

The idea of ​​making him the labor committee member was just to put more burden on him, so that he wouldn't be as bad as he was in the office these days.

It's a pity that this kid is really a bit slippery and gives people a headache.

While eating, Lin Weimin stared into Huang Zonghan's eyes, "Old Huang, you betrayed me, right?"

The piece of meat that Huang Zonghan just put into his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he kept coughing, while his eyes averted with guilt.

"Stop pretending, I know everything."

Seeing that Huang Zonghan could no longer pretend, he said, "Isn't everyone doing this for your own good?"

All joking aside, Lin Weimin understood that no one was trying to harm him.

"The incense burner in Rizhao produced purple smoke. When Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant, his mouth watered three thousand feet, and he touched his pocket and had no money."

Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, who were immersed in their desks, were interrupted by his actions. They saw him sitting at the desk with surprise on their expressions.

Everyone’s efforts have not been in vain!

The most important thing is that Mingming Literary Studies Institute is a good path, and you have to go on it firmly.

Before Lin Weimin traveled through time, he was not a book lover. At best, he was a book lover who read a lot of online novels.

Lin Weimin secretly looked at Huang Zonghan's expression, Lao Wang didn't seem to believe it!

I come from an urban family, but it is not easy to return to the city. Even if I go back to the city, I may not find a good job.

"If you have any opinions about our brothers' previous relationship, just tell me in person."

At present, the organizational relationship is still in the countryside. If the road to the Literary Research Institute is cut off, he will have to return to the countryside first. Then he doesn't know how long it will take to return to the city.

Huang Zonghan began to reflect on himself. Why is he still inconsistent with his words now?

Huang Zonghan felt a chill in his heart. Why did this tone sound like he was asking him to prepare for his funeral?

He had whispered to Qu Xiaowei just now, and this old boy, Lao Huang, was always hiding behind his back.

Huang Zonghan also felt that he was wrong and sat back by the window with his book in his arms.

This is a path through which hundreds of thousands of scrapped manuscripts are coded every year.

Lin Weimin was an ordinary college student before he traveled through time. His experience during this year's time travel taught him that having prophetic experience is not a necessary condition for success, and it is best to make more preparations.

"Old Huang!" Lin Weimin said earnestly.

At this time, Huang Zonghan, who was sitting by the window reading, came over with a book in his hands and glanced at Lin Weimin's manuscript paper.

You have no skills and no knowledge!

"I understand, I understand."

The two nodded doubtfully. Literati are not cows. Inspiration requires chance. This may be a way to serve the people.

Thinking of building up his character, Lin Weimin sat down at his desk, picked up his pen and started writing.

"You..." Lin Weimin turned around and glared, now his underwear was stripped off.

Lin Weimin thought about it and felt that he must work hard at the Literary Research Institute. It would be best if he could publish a few more works. In this way, he could not only get royalties and improve his life, but also make a name for himself. If he could use this to adjust his relationship to

It would be best to come to Yanjing.

Lin Weimin turned to look at Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, "I'm looking for inspiration!"

I, Lin Weimin, am a decent man, and I can't let my reputation be ruined like this.

It seems there is still a lack of communication!

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After fooling the older men in the dormitory, Lin Weimin began to scratch his head.

He also began to examine himself. Could it be that he had let himself go too much in the past two days and allowed everyone to see my true face in such a short period of time? Bah, did he misunderstand himself?

This incident has caused a lot of trouble. The Literary Research Institute is my only life-saving straw now. In just a few days, my reputation has been ruined.

The pen was spinning in his hand, and he was thinking that he should really write something. After all, he had embarked on the path of making a living by writing.

Now he has come to realize that in his good days, such indulgence and cleverness alone are not enough, at least not for him who is now impoverished.

What should I do? If this continues, my uneducated nature will be exposed.

The quality of written works is uncertain. If there are no works, then you have to rely on connections. The prerequisite is that in the eyes of the teachers, you are a reliable and good child, so performing well is a must.

The two old comrades looked at each other with relief in their eyes.

Lin Weimin touched the callus on the middle finger of his right hand, which was worn out by writing this year.

When people are in the world of martial arts, what they care about is reputation.

He thought it might be because he had been so miserable in the countryside for a year and finally came to the capital of Yanjing. He subconsciously wanted to release and indulge.

Well, it's not quite accurate to say that Mi Tai. Everything he said is true, but this man didn't understand the deep meaning behind what he did.

Today is the last day of official classes. After lunch, Lin Weimin ran back to the dormitory to take a nap. When he woke up, several uncles in the dormitory were either reading or writing. The atmosphere was very good, and there was a table placed horizontally on the bed.

Lin Weimin seemed out of place.

"I understand, I understand, everyone is doing it for my own good." Lin Weimin sighed, "You still don't understand me. Who do you think I am?"

But Lin Weimin had a question in his mind. He had only been in the school for a few days, so how could his teachers and classmates unanimously identify him as a troubled youth?

Lin Weimin felt that the problem still lay with Huang Zonghan.

After thinking about this, Lin Weimin felt that his mind had calmed down and was not as rough as the previous two days.

These days, organizational relationships and household registration are the basis for a person's survival. If you solve this problem first, you can advance and attack by yourself, retreat and defend, which will be more secure.

Huang Zonghan's heart echoed with Lao Jiao's words: I am Dad Xie!

He quickly waved his hand, "For the people, I am either saying bad things about you behind your back, or Teacher Tang and the others have talked about this topic..."

The exchange with Huang Zonghan ended happily.

Lin Weimin decided to keep a low profile during the next period of time and build up his character.

"I sleep in the spring without waking up, and I sleep until I am full. I have nothing to do when I am free, and I am hungry and want to eat grass."

He rationally analyzed his current situation.

Transitioned?

He doesn't have the plug-in skills in online novels that can be used to copy literary works after time travel and rebirth, but he can almost recall most of the film and television works.

This is a direction that can be tried. Lin Weimin tried it before when he was trying to write in rural areas.

However, I didn’t know at the time whether it was because my writing was not good or my style was wrong, but none of the works I wrote were used.

But the problem is that the content of literary works in my mind is very little, but there are many film and television works. I can't give up on this path!

You need to dig deeper into the potential of these works.
Chapter completed!