Mage Joan

After some careful comparison, Joan's position became clear.

At his current level, he barely meets the threshold of "Aofa Review", so don't think about higher-grade core journals.

According to the submission address publicly published in the journal, Joanne carefully meticulously affixed it on the envelope, affixed the stamp, and put the paper into the postbox that afternoon.

Joan bought the most expensive airmail stamps, and the letters were delivered by the magic airship.

The Austrian Law Society has a branch in the New World. It is said that it is located in the capital of Newton Avalon, the colony of Fiorenten-Jortonheim, where Professor Moriarty attended the academic conference.

Joan inquired about it. It took only one or two days for the magic airship to travel from Newark to Midvalde.

The editorial department usually takes three to four working days to review the manuscript.

Calculated in this way, after waiting for about a week, he will receive a reply from the editorial department of "Aofa Review".

Under normal circumstances, this letter only informs him that he has received the manuscript and enters the review process. The author is patiently waiting for the review comments.

Editors do not usually review the manuscripts in depth, but forward the manuscripts to at least three scholars in related fields, and invite the other party to be the invited reviewers.

The opinions presented by the reviewers will directly determine whether the paper is qualified for public publication.

In fact, the majority of manuscripts submitted to core journals are ultimately killed by reviewers, and there is no chance of revision.

Joan knew nothing about these things.

A half-knowledge is actually better than not understanding at all.

I don’t understand. At least my mind is at ease. Even if I vote, I don’t have any idea of ​​what will happen.

Since the submission of the manuscript, Joan has fallen into an abyss of anxiety.

When I opened my eyes every morning, the first thought that broke into my mind was, "Will you receive a reply from the journal editorial department today?"

Every day I'm worried about replying, I can't calm down doing anything, and my emotions become more anxious.

After spending five days in panic, Joanne finally received the letter from Zhao Siyepan.

However, when he really received the reply, his emotions made another 180-degree turn, and he heartily resisted opening the envelope.

When there was no news, he looked forward to replying every day.

Now that he really received the reply, he was afraid, and felt that there was bad news in the envelope.

If the hunch comes true, it might as well not be submitted at first, at least not to be hit.

Joan did not dare to open the letter in front of others, so he hid the reply in his arms and hurriedly left the campus.

Back at the rental apartment, he closed himself in the bedroom and locked the door.

When he took the reply from his arms, he realized that the envelope had been soaked in tense sweat.

Joan sat at the desk, held his breath, braved all the courage, and opened the envelope.

A thick stack of paper slipped out and it was the manuscript he posted.

Seeing this scene, Joanne felt black before her eyes and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Settling in, he found that there was still a piece of paper in the envelope, which he quickly took out and unfolded.

This is the reply from the editorial department of Austrian Review.

After reading the letter in a hurry, Jo Anru fell into the ice cave and trembled uncontrollably.

As if the nightmare had come true, all the things he feared most were now a reality.

It was even ten times worse than the worst prediction he had made in advance!

Yes, this is a rejection letter.

And it was a letter of rejection full of anger and sternness.

Through the lines between the words, it is not difficult for Joan to imagine that the writer is trying his best to control his emotions, but he is full of displeasure, and he still can't stop flowing out of the pen.

The text in the letter, like countless sharp shots, was thrown into Joan's heart, making him almost stop his heartbeat.

After the gentleman's reply, the editor-in-chief opened the door to express his attitude.

"Our journals only focus on the quality of the papers, and do not consider the age, background and resume of the authors too much."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Vader, your article has not yet reached the publication standard of this journal."

"On this issue, I had a dispute with my colleagues in the editorial department."

"Mr. Vader, you claimed in the submission letter that you are only 14 years old this year, and you have to say that this surprised me."

"My colleagues, I am surprised that you are still so young. It would be nice to write such a paper. I think you have a great future. You may wish to make an exception and open up the Internet for you.

"But my opinion is just the opposite."

"Because you are still so young, we can't make an exception for you, conniving at your bad habits in writing papers, so that you mistake it for a privilege that a young genius deserves."

"Mr. Vader, please allow the contempt to say a few unpleasant advice."

"Your paper is a mess, and it's not even a real paper!"

"Your writing format is extremely irregular and the literature index is incomplete, at best it can only be regarded as a draft."

"Mr. Vader, these low-level mistakes you made made me have to wonder how you treat your academic research results with a restless attitude, and how to treat our journals with a slow attitude."

"Our Austrian Law Review" is a serious core journal, an academic platform for the exchange of Austrian law research results, not a prose magazine, nor a popular tabloid!"

"Your work, even the most basic paper format is not standardized, this is a great offense to serious academic journals!"

"Mr. Vader, I can’t help but ask, did you seriously consider a question when you submitted your manuscript-you submitted this to our journal, but is it really qualified?"

"Speaking in this, I hope you think deeply."

Stationery soaked in cold sweat, trembling in his fingers, slipped down gently.

Joan reached out to pick it up, but as soon as he bent down, there was a strong sense of nausea, and his stomach rushed straight into the throat.

He resisted the urge to vomit and supported the table with his hands, struggling to stand up.

Staggering into the bathroom next door, lying on the sink, vomiting violently.

Since his birth, Joanne has not suffered such a heavy blow.

The psychological shock caused him to provoke a strong physiological reaction, which made him unable to resist nausea until he vomited his stomach contents.

The mouth soaked in bile, sour and bitter

Joan held the washstand, feeling his legs fluttering and spinning.

He wanted to calm down, but he couldn't.

Only one sentence echoed in my head.

"Are you qualified?"

"Are you qualified?"

"Are you qualified?"

Maybe I am really not suitable for academics?

This unprecedented thought of despair, like a huge boulder, pressed against Joe's heart, making him almost breathless.

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