Bottle clicked on the fourth chapter, looking at the writing technique and the format of three or two sentences and one sentence.

It's still a familiar recipe, a familiar taste, as long as it's not a familiar abuse brother, then it's best to say.

"On a midsummer afternoon, the sun is scorching, and the air is full of mist.

Su Wanyan walked to a cold drink shop, just finished a cross-border meeting of a war of words, at this moment, she just wanted to buy a popsicle to relieve the heat.

Su Wanyan, the goddess of commerce in the magic capital, and the beautiful president is also.

With a super high appearance, a vigorous and resolute style, and a very business-minded person, it attracts the pursuit of countless admirers.

No one knows how much unknown sadness is written behind such a glamorous and beautiful scene.

It is too difficult for a woman to work hard in the business circle of the magic capital. 』

Ah, it turned out to be a beautiful president!

I really didn't expect to meet the beautiful president.

Could it be that the author wants to use the power of the beautiful president to crack down on the dog men and women who give the male protagonist a green hat?

As the male protagonist, what about your golden finger?

The bottle resisted the urge to curse and continued to flip down.

All kinds of dog-legged beauty presidents, no gold fingers!

Being spurned by the top management of the enterprise, all kinds of stumbling blocks, there is no golden finger!

I was unemployed, and my parents took me back to the family for dinner, and I was insinuated and hinted at by the elders, but I didn't give the golden finger!

"Author, what are you trying to do? I'm going to flip the table!!"

The baby bottle looked at the mobile phone in her hand, her eyes were glowing with gold, and her eyeballs were bloodshot.

The feet that were licked by Teddy felt particularly stinging.

He kicked over and knocked Teddy into the air, his favorite pet dog, his confidant.

Being able to be kicked away by a desperate kick is enough to show that this book poisoned him to the point that he couldn't do it!

The bottle turns the pages faster than the book, there is no counterattack, and there is no counterattack!

There is only abuse, abuse, abuse, relentless abuse.

Is it trying to get the Jedi Strike Strike jammed before it hits the shelves?

After all, for a novel, there are not millions of words, it is not called a novel at all.

The bottle comforted itself so much.

Hold the grass, what kind of plot is this?

actually sent the high school goddess who he had a crush on for three years to the bed of the high school bully???

After celebrating the teacher's 50th birthday, Chen Tiangou sent the high school goddess to the hotel with affection.

The high school goddess thought that Chen Tiangou was going to buy TT, and she thought about it, no matter what, she had to make an end to the ambiguity in high school.

She likes warm men like Chen Tiangou, who shush her all the time, care about her body all the time, buy her aunt towels, send brown sugar water, and warm the baby.

No boy would care for her so carefully, this is a model of a good man.

Even when she is most ambiguous, she can stick to her principles and not touch her.

Even when they came to the door of the hotel, they did not hold hands once.

Such an honest and principled man is really rare in the world!

As a result, the one who appeared in the hotel was a high school bully, the man who suppressed and ridiculed Brother Gou on the teacher's birthday.

After graduating, he was admitted to a key university, and after graduation, he took 100 million yuan from his family and established a game company.

Lin Qinqin looked at the high school bully in front of her, with a Rolex on her wrist, a suit and leather shoes, and the style of a high-end person. 』

In this way, he became a high school bully with half a push and half a result!"

"Hold the grass, this poisonous mouthful, is it trying to poison me to death before it is put on the shelf?"

This is like Yin Zhiping, the fairy sister.

I think when Mr. Jin Yong wrote Yin Zhiping, the fairy sister, fans were crazy to the extent of smashing and looting.

What's more, the author also depicts the high school goddess who has a crush so pure and cute, and there is also a trace of ambiguous feelings for the male protagonist who can't be explained and wants to speak.

Isn't this the sour smell of love?

Isn't this the heroine?

However, in the last chapter before it was put on the shelves, he was given a mouthful of poisoned milk.

The bottle wanted to vomit blood, a depressed mood, which was blocked in the chest, up and down, very uncomfortable.

···

As early as the 22nd, Chen Shi received a notice from the operation department to arrange the shelf.

Fortunately, he had already set the time in the manuscript box, and it was put on the shelves in the early morning of the 23rd, with the first ten chapters.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Chen Shi opened the backstage and kept staring at the subscription: 0.

That is to say, in the past twelve hours, the chapters on the shelves, basically no one reads them, and the clicks are basically cut off in the front one on the shelves.

Chen Shi looked at the reader's comments again!

"Whatever you write, this kind of garbage can be signed, the editor's brain is broken!"

"I really admire the author's writing, I can describe this kind of spare tire so deeply in the hearts of the people, it is not easy to have flesh and blood, give you 1 point, it is for the sake of the writing. ”

"Nest, the male protagonist actually sent the high school goddess into the arms of the enemy, isn't this the most classic paragraph of Jin Yong's novel?"

"The author, get out of here and get scolded!"

"Author, please get out of the online literature circle, stop poisoning our eyeballs. ”

"I'll give you a minute, I want all the ingredients for 'Peak Success'. ”

The more Chen Shi read the comments, the more stable his mood became.

It's stable, it's stable, the prize money of 1 million is stable.

"Brother God, it's twelve o'clock, don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

The monkey watched Chen Shi keep staring at the computer, and the computer screen was still frozen in the author's background.

The monkey sighed and said, "Brother God, you're still updating that novel! Aren't you afraid of poisoning people to death? Don't look at it, let's eat! No one will pay for this kind of brain-dead novel." ”

Chen Shi turned his head, looked at the monkey with a worried face, and deliberately comforted: "Monkey, you don't understand online writing, online writing is to be ingenious and creative, break through the limits of people, the more extreme, the more classic, you just wait and see! ”

Very good, very good, it seems that you can buy advertising space from major platforms with peace of mind.

10,000 yuan, no matter which website is placed, can kill all readers in the last chapter by virtue of the poison point of the last level.

What's more, he just wrote an online novel.

Who wants to read online novels where drug points and slots gather.

He could see that the 10,000 yuan was lost, and 1 million was beckoning to him.

Chen Shi stayed in front of the computer until the early morning of the next day, and saw that the subscription data was still at the stage of 0.

So I put all the manuscripts in the background in one go, a full 120,000 words, and all of them clicked send.

After doing this, Chen Shi went to sleep relaxed and peacefully.

···

On Monday, the baby bottle appeared in the editorial office area with a circle of black panda eyes.

The editor next to him looked at the constipated baby bottle and couldn't help but quip: "Hahaha, baby bottle, what's wrong today? Could it be that he was a thief last night?"

The bottle glanced at the colleague next to him angrily and returned to his workstation.

Yesterday I read the last chapter before it was put on the shelves, and it was so poisonous that he didn't sleep well all night.

But I am also concerned about the plot behind that novel.

The bottle clicked on "The Goddesses' Personal Warm Men", the scriptures were on the shelves, and the ten chapters were updated, he didn't want to read it anymore, and if he read it again, he would be a dog.

The next day, the poison gas had not yet dissipated in the bottle's mind, and dark circles were still crawling all over his eyes.

He moved the mouse in his hand and unconsciously clicked on "The Goddesses' Personal Warm Men" again.

The author of this dog actually updated 120,000 words in one go, and it ended directly.

In the essay contest, about 70,000 words are on the shelves, and it is normal for short stories to be 200,000 words!

To see or not to see?

That's all done!

Look! It's poisonous, don't look at it! It's itchy and very worried.