Chapter 789 Posting

After careful comparison, Qiao An gradually became clear about her position.

With his current level, he can barely reach the threshold of "Ofa Review", forgetting about higher-grade core journals.

Joan compared the submission address publicly published in the journal, carefully copied it on the envelope, affixed the stamp, and put the paper into the mailbox that afternoon.

What Joan bought was the most expensive airmail stamp, and the letter was delivered exclusively by the magic airship.

The Austrian Law Society has a branch in the New World. It is said that it is located in "New Avalon", the capital of the Jotunheim colony of Fiji, which is also the place where Professor Moriarty attended the academic conference.

Joan inquired about it. It only takes one to two days for the magic airship to travel from Midgard to New Avalon.

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

Calculated in this way, he will have to wait for about a week before he can receive a reply from the editorial department of "Ofa Review".

Under normal circumstances, this letter is just to inform him that the manuscript has been received and enter the review process, and the author is asked to wait patiently for the review comments.

Editors usually do not review manuscripts in depth, but forward manuscripts to at least three scholars in related fields, asking them to serve as invited reviewers.

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

In fact, the fate of most manuscripts submitted to core journals is to be directly rejected by reviewers without even a chance to revise.

Qiao An only had a half-knowledge of these inside facts.

A little knowledge is actually better than not knowing at all.

If you don’t understand, at least you have a calm mind, just vote and don’t worry about gain or loss.

Since submitting the manuscript, Joan can't help falling into the abyss of anxiety.

Every morning when I open my eyes, the first thought that pops into my mind is, "Will I receive a reply from the editorial department of the journal today?"

Every day, I am anxiously waiting for the reply letter, and I can't calm down when doing anything, and my mood becomes more and more anxious.

After spending five days in panic, Qiao An finally received the reply letter that she had been longing for.

However, when he did get the reply, his emotions took a 180-degree turn, and he resisted opening the envelope from the bottom of his heart.

When there is no news, he looks forward to replying every day.

Now that he really received the reply, he became frightened instead, faintly feeling that there was bad news in the envelope.

If the premonition comes true, it would be better if you didn't submit the manuscript at the beginning, at least you don't have to suffer a blow.

Qiao An didn't dare to open the letter in front of others, so she hid the reply letter in her arms and left the campus in a hurry.

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

When he took the reply letter out of his arms, he realized that the envelope had been soaked with nervous sweat.

Joan sat at the desk, held her breath, summoned up all her courage, and opened the envelope.

A thick stack of paper slipped out, it was the manuscript he delivered.

Seeing this scene, Qiao An suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes, and had a vague premonition that something bad was going to happen.

After calming down, he found that there was still a piece of paper in the envelope, and quickly took it out and unfolded it.

This is the reply letter from the editorial department of "Offa Review".

After hastily reading this reply, Qiao An felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It was as if a nightmare had come true, and all the things he was most worried about had now come true.

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 rejection letter full of anger and harsh words.

Through the lines, Qiao An could easily imagine that the writer was trying his best to control his emotions, but he was still full of displeasure, which flowed out of the pen uncontrollably.

The words in the letter, like countless sharp spears, were thrown at Joan's heart, causing him to almost stop his heartbeat.

In the reply letter from the editor-in-chief, after the courtesy greetings, he straight to the point expressed his attitude.

"Our journals only focus on the quality of papers, and don't take too much into consideration of the author's age, background and experience."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Vinda, your article has not yet met the publication standards of this journal."

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

"Mr. Vida, you claimed in your submission letter that you are only 14 years old this year. I have to say that this surprised me."

"My colleagues, I am surprised that you are still so young, and it is very good to be able to write such a thesis. I think you have a bright future, so you might as well make an exception and make an exception for you.

"But my opinion is just the opposite."

"Because you are still so young, we cannot make an exception for you and condone your bad habit of essay writing, so that you mistakenly believe that this is a privilege that young geniuses should enjoy."

"Mr. Vader, please allow me to give you some unpleasant advice."

"Your dissertation, in my opinion, is such a mess that it's not even a real dissertation!"

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

"Mr. Vida, these low-level mistakes you made make me wonder how impetuously you treat your own academic research results and how contemptuously you treat our journals."

"Our Austrian Law Review is a serious core journal, an academic platform for exchanging research results of Austrian law, not a prose magazine, let alone a tabloid!"

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

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

"That's all for now, I hope you will think about it."

The letter paper, soaked in cold sweat, slipped lightly from the trembling fingers.

Joan reached out to pick it up, but as soon as he bent down, he felt a strong sense of nausea from his stomach to his throat.

Resisting the urge to vomit, he put his hands on the table and struggled to stand up.

He staggered into the bathroom next door, lay down on the sink, and vomited violently.

Since birth, Joan has not suffered such a heavy blow.

The blow he suffered on the psychological level triggered a strong physical reaction, which made him retch again and again until he vomited out the contents of his stomach.

Mouth soaked in bile, sour and bitter.

Joan supported the washstand, feeling her legs were floating and the world was spinning.

He tried to calm down, but couldn't.

There was only one sentence echoing in my head.

"Are you qualified?"

"Are you qualified?"

"Are you qualified?"

Maybe I'm really not suitable for academics?

This unprecedented desperate thought, like a huge stone, weighed on Qiao An's heart, making him almost breathless.

Thanks to the book friends for the reward this week: tce, 600 starting coins; muscle mosaic, 100 starting coins