Chapter 444: Teacher Tan

It's such a good job. As long as you control it well, you will have a bright future.

Lu Miao was indirectly finding him a way out.

In the face of this opportunity, what is a mere old popsicle?

Wang Mian agreed to treat Lu Miao to popsicles.

Many years have passed since the incident, but when Wang Mian thinks back on it, he still feels deeply moved.

There are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers.

The opportunities in a person's life are all predetermined.

He would occasionally think about it at that time.

If Lu Miao hadn't acted as a matchmaker in the beginning.

He might never be able to reach that level so smoothly in his entire life...

During the summer harvest season, the cucumbers and tomatoes in the Fu family courtyard could not be eaten up at all.

After Tang Mei delivered the food to a few good neighbors, there was still a lot left at home.

Fu Jingyou and Lu Miao each carried some in their pockets when they were in school.

After congratulating Wang Mian, Lu Miao took out the washed cucumbers and tomatoes from the canvas bag and distributed some to several classmates he was on good terms with.

Guan Yangyang likes tomatoes, so Lu Miao gave her some more.

In fact, it’s just two more than others.

There were quite a few at home, but Lu Miao thought they were too heavy, so he didn't take much.

There was a lot of joy around Lu Miao.

Diagonally behind him, Li Yue stared at Lu Miao with a gloomy face.

There was a female classmate who was close to her and she gently pushed her:

"Class monitor, the bookstore announced last week that they'll have new books this week. We don't have classes this afternoon. Shall we go take a look together?"

Li Yue shook her head, "I'm not going, you guys go."

"I have other things to do on Saturday and Sunday."

The two female classmates looked at each other, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Tomorrow is a holiday. If you're not free today, you can go together tomorrow. We can be good companions."

Li Yue pursed her lips, frowned and said impatiently:

"Oh, I didn't even say I wasn't going, you guys just go!"

What’s the point of reading so many books?

When it comes to studying, you need someone to lead the way.

"Oh well……"

The two female classmates looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

He quickly moved away from Li Yue, sat back in his seat, and discussed the arrangements for going to the bookstore.

The last class at noon is the ideological and political class.

After the class, the school bell rang and the teacher left with the books.

Lu Miao slowly packed up his things and left the classroom.

When she reached the stairwell, a voice of "Teacher Tan" caught her attention.

Lu Miao's attention was focused on "Teacher Tan", thus ignoring the familiar female voice.

I subconsciously looked up the stairs. During school hours, many students were coming down from upstairs, so I couldn't see anything.

She probably has no fate with Teacher Tan.

At first I thought about looking for him, but he was not in school.

Although I have met him indirectly at school now, I cannot approach him anymore because I don't have a letter of recommendation.

……never mind.

Anyway, I have found a reliable job that I like.

Lu Miao pondered for a moment, paused briefly, and then followed the crowd downstairs and home.

I finished the manuscript at home on Friday afternoon.

Lu Miao carefully flipped through the pages and checked to make sure there was no problem. He then put everything into a paper document bag and kept it away.

The next morning, Fu Jingyou went to the ice factory to work.

Lu Miao also got up early, packed up, and kissed Dabao and Erbao on the cheek. She packed up the manuscript, picked up her bag, and went out. Xu Hongmei, the editor from the publishing house, was in charge of handing over the work to Lu Miao.

In front of Lu Miao, Xu Hongmei took out the manuscript and read it.

Xu Hongmei read a few pages of the beginning, the middle, and the end, then nodded and said:

"It will take some time to review the manuscript. I'll arrange something else for you first, so you don't have to go home empty-handed this time."

"Why?"

Lu Miao was a little confused. "I'm not sure if the manuscript is good enough... Can you give me a new task today?"

Lu Miao had known about this before.

Every submission is subject to review.

New work will be arranged only after confirming that there is no problem.

She originally planned to submit the manuscript next Thursday, leaving two days for review, so she could come over next weekend to follow up on the situation.

Later, the school informed her that the next Thursday's time was occupied, so in order to avoid conflict with the weekend, she submitted the manuscript in advance.

The normal situation was indeed as Lu Miao understood.

But what she didn't know was that the manuscript she translated last time for assessment had been pinned on the small blackboard in the editorial department and became a model manuscript.

Many editors in the office highly recognize her foreign language skills.

Xu Hongmei randomly checked some of her manuscripts in order to preliminarily determine the level and see if there was any shoddy work.

"I just took a quick look and it's not a big deal. I can arrange other work for you first."

"The editorial department will conduct further review and if there are any minor issues with the manuscript, someone will assist in correcting them."

“If the problem is serious, the manuscript will be sent back.”

Lu Miao nodded and asked a question:

"What if I hadn't come here? Would it have delayed things?"

"Didn't I leave your address last time?"

Xu Hongmei smiled and said:

"For problematic manuscripts, the agency will check when the translator last submitted them. If the time interval is not long, they will be sent to the translator's home."

If the interval is long, for example, the fixed submission date is half a month, and the translator last came eleven or twelve days ago, the agency will choose to wait temporarily.

When the deadline comes, the translator will hand it directly to me.

Lu Miao nodded and understood the general situation.

It seems that I have to install a small mailbox at the door when I go back.

What if one day a manuscript really comes back, and the person who delivered it throws it carelessly and loses it again...

Lu Miao was distracted for a moment, and Xu Hongmei had already returned to the office and brought out a small box.

A small frame with two bundles of books tied with thin hemp rope.

They are all the same palm-sized books as last time.

Twelve books in a bundle.

In addition to the two bundles of books, there was a paper-sealed file bag tied on one side.

Lu Miao widened his eyes slightly, "So many this time?"

"The publishing house needs a lot of translation manuscripts. These are all foreign poetry collections, some by famous poets, some by wandering poets."

Xu Hongmei patted the small frame, smiled, and led her to sit on the bench in the aisle.

"There are two types of tasks. One is like the manuscript you submitted this time, compiling a biography of the poet. The other is..."

Xu Hongmei pulled out a file bag from the basket and explained:

"This is a selection of sixteen poems from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, the American democratic poet. I need a Chinese translation of the selected poems."

"The final translation will be excerpted and included in the middle school textbooks for next spring. This requires a rigorous control of the translator's skills and is more challenging. Are you confident enough to give it a try?"

Xu Hongmei pushed the initiative to Lu Miao.

Lu Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

Being included in the middle school textbooks... means it has been approved by the National Education Bureau.

There are two choices in the small basket.

Since Xu Hongmei asked her if she had the confidence to try, it meant that she was optimistic about her.

"Let me try..."

Lu Miao thought for a moment and took the file bag from her hand.