"Oops, ten fingers are shaking. The job of a typist is really not something that ordinary people can do. ”

Wang Huan was so tired that he collapsed and slumped in his chair.

Three hours of high-intensity typing, although it does not consume his brain, he only needs to write the words in his head, but it still gives him the illusion that he is exhausted.

"I heard that there is a software that converts sound to text, but I don't know if it's good or not, so I'll try it later. Otherwise, when I become a writer in the future, I will probably be a writer with crippled hands. ”

He sighed.

I took a shower and was getting ready for bed.

Received a call from Wei Shuo.

Wei Shuo's thief's voice came from his mobile phone: "Wang Huan, you have written poems like "Pipa Xing" and "Water Tune Song Head", so you should be more proficient in poetry, right?"

"I understand a little. ”

Wang Huan didn't understand what Wei Shuo meant by asking, so he responded perfunctorily.

"Understand, that's great, hahaha. ”

Wei Shuo was overjoyed and said excitedly: "I remember very clearly, when you kid first broke into the Chinese Poetry Society, when you played chess with Qin Guosheng, you also said that you knew a little bit about chess, and then ...... Everybody knows. ”

“......”

Is there such a thing?

Wang Huan thought about it and was not impressed, so he said: "If you have a fart, let it go, what are you looking for me." Otherwise, I'll turn off my phone and go to sleep. ”

Wei Shuo said, "Don't worry, it's a good thing." At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the poetry club 'Wenxing Society' of Linda University has invited nearly 100 poetry groups from 10 colleges and universities in Bingcheng to host a poetry exchange meeting in the main building of our school. I heard that the purpose of this poetry exchange meeting is to select several outstanding talents to participate in the national poetry competition......"

Wang Huan interrupted Wei Shuo's words: "What kind of poetry exchange meeting is this, what does it have to do with you and me?

Wei Shuo's lewd laughter came out: "You are stupid, do you know who are the people at the poetry exchange meeting? I have inquired a long time ago, the ratio of men to women is one to nine! And the quality of the girls is particularly high, basically they are all primary school girls in their freshmen and sophomores." Tsk, it's itchy to think about it. ”

"Fuck off!"

Wang Huan finally understood what Wei Shuo was thinking, and he definitely wanted to use his guise to go to the poetry exchange meeting to pick up girls.

Hear Wang Huan's ruthless voice.

Wei Shuo wailed: "Wang Huan, don't be so ruthless, don't you, you have Qiqi, you don't worry about excess energy at all." But if you think about your roommate and I, I can only rely on the five girls until now, and I am simply miserable, frenzied, crying out for heaven and earth, pitiful, and gloo......my."

“......”

Wang Huan looked at the shameless Wei Shuo, and suddenly said, "You know that 'the rain girl has no melon', right?"

Wei Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Of course, my first general." ”

Wang Huan smiled slightly: "Then do you think you are very compatible with him?"

Wei Shuo exaggerated: "I'm really right for you, every time I feel that the character of this guy is so compatible with me, the same wisdom and martial arts, extraordinary weapons, and domineering spirit...... Why did you suddenly ask about him?"

It's a perfect match.

It's shameless.

Wang Huan exclaimed: "It's nothing. When the opportunity is right, I'll let you meet with the rain girl, I'm looking forward to it. ”

"it!"

Wei Shuo's eyes widened: "Do you know the rain girl in reality?

Wang Huan nodded: "Just like you, a lewd guy." ”

"As wise and martial as me?" That's right!" Wei Shuo smiled, and was about to speak, when he was suddenly stunned: "No, my subordinate general, I haven't found out his identity even after trying my best, how can you know? You are definitely lying to me-in order to change the topic! But let me tell you, it's useless to change the topic, you clearly answer me, tomorrow's poetry exchange meeting, will you take me there?"

Wang Huan: "Why don't you go by yourself?"

Wei Shuo: "Where do I understand poetry? Without you to suppress the formation, it is estimated that in a few minutes, I will be kicked out of the house." ”

Wang Huan was helpless: "Okay, take you there." However, we're just going to see the exchange meeting, so don't mess with it. ”

Wei Shuo was overjoyed: "I will never make trouble, I used to pick up girls...... Ahem, in the past, I had a deep communication with my school girl at the level of thought and soul, and my image came first!"

Wang Huan said: "That's okay, I'll go to you tomorrow, but tomorrow I have to put on makeup and go over." ”

Wei Shuo agreed: "Yes, you are a big star now, you can't show up easily, and it's not bad to wear a woman's clothes, but when the time comes, you have to stay away from me, don't interfere with my communication with my sister." ”

“......”

Women's clothes, your sister!

Wang Huan's face turned black in an instant.

Syllable!

Hung up the phone, turned off the phone and went to sleep.

......

......

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Weibo

Momiji was still sitting in the office, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Is that the end of it?

Because of her status as the editor-in-chief, maybe the company's layoffs will not involve her, but without the staff's bare commander, what's the point of staying?

I didn't eat either.

No appetite.

The ten books uploaded in the past two days, she had already finished reviewing them in the afternoon, and as expected, the ten books were written and played by some junior high school students who were not very old, and they didn't even understand the basic sentences, and they couldn't meet the standards for signing a contract at all.

"Alas, turn off the computer and go home and lie down. ”

Momiji sighed secretly and prepared to turn off the computer and go home.

However, professional habits still made her click on the backstage again, wanting to see if there was any new storage.

There are two copies.

One is called "My Wife is a Big Guy", Author: Love Your Clouds.

One is called "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", author: Miki.

Still two new vests.

After hesitating for a moment, Momiji sat down again: "It's okay to go home anyway, let's go back after reviewing these two books." ”

It's not her habit to put things off until tomorrow.

clicked on "My Wife is a Big Guy", just after a few glances, she shook her head, it was another dross. Romance is not like romance, fantasy is not like fantasy, the logic is confused, the sentences are incomprehensible, and the writing skills are a mess.

I glanced at the author's fill in the information: junior high school student, twelve years old.

Well, it did.

Because the few books she reviewed in the afternoon were basically of this type. Probably some students, nothing to write and play.

Sighed again.

Look at the second book.

"The name is good, and it feels very supernatural. I hope it is a qualified work that can meet the signing criteria, and it can be regarded as the last contribution I have made to the company. ”

Momiji moved the mouse and clicked on the book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

"Introduction: Tomb robbery is not sightseeing, not poetry, not painting and embroidery, not so elegant, so leisurely walking, affectionate and silent, so heaven and earth. Tomb robbing is a technique, a technique for vandalism. ”

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Just after reading the first sentence, Momiji subconsciously sat up straight, his eyes revealing seriousness, and continued to read.