Lin Feng and Ma Liang's battle over the mouse finally ended when Lin Feng forwarded Ma Liang a file.
Ma Liang happily returned to his seat and started reading.
As he read,
he kept clicking his tongue in wonder.
This book was written by a college student?
If Lin Feng hadn't sworn to heaven that it was true, Ma Liang would never have believed it.
The story read like something only someone who had weathered life's hardships could have written.
His absorbed expression
happened to catch the eye of the editor-in-chief, Zhang Xiao. What's gotten into this guy today? What's he so happy about?
Zhang Xiao found Ma Liang's behavior very strange. Usually, when Ma Liang read a book, he mostly complained about it. No matter how famous the author was, once their work landed in his hands, there was only one outcome:
an endless stream of disparaging remarks.
Of course,
that was in private.
When he actually met an author, he lavished them with every compliment he could think of, without the slightest hesitation.
Curious, Zhang Xiao walked over and stood behind Ma Liang.
He stared at Ma Liang's computer screen and began reading too.
However,
having missed the beginning, he found it almost impossible to get drawn into a story halfway through.
He gave up in less than ten minutes.
"What are you reading?"
"Huh?" Ma Liang jumped. When he turned and saw that it was the editor-in-chief, all his enthusiasm instantly drained away.
Zhang Xiao was momentarily speechless. Are you really that disappointed just because I'm not a pretty female editor...?
"I'm reading a manuscript Lin Feng just received."
"Lin Feng received it? Which author is it by?" Zhang Xiao asked.
"It's a manuscript by a college student. Apparently, one of his classmates sent it to him,"