The kids are asleep, but I haven't gotten sleepy yet. I checked my first novel "Idle House" on Baidu, and I was able to search for it.

550,000 words! It was blocked by the full text, and because of the bad grades, I didn't have the heart to revise each chapter one by one according to what the editor in charge said.

Why exactly it was blocked in full text, until now I don't know.

I thought about it for myself and felt that there was no need to investigate the reason. There are thousands of writers like me, and everyone dreams of becoming a god of online writing.

I love writing a lot, but my abilities are limited, and I don't have all the popular online games in my head.

My writing is as good or bad as my looks. Being able to publish my own original novel on the platform of Starting Point Reading, even if it is just for myself, is enough for me.

Fantuan sent a WeChat message saying that he had received invitations from editors on other platforms. I have said a long time ago that he is a talented person and is very likely to become a god of online literature.

His debut novel "Rise of the Wasteland Home" has only released two chapters so far, and it has attracted the attention of editors of other websites!

I have been a writer's assistant for 426 days, and I have actually written more than 800,000 words in 243 days, and I have never received an olive branch from any editor.

Rejoice for my friend Mr. Onigiri, his head is full of good things, and it is not surprising that he will succeed in the future.

Even if he doesn't go to work, he still gets a salary of seven or eight thousand a month. It's talented, there's time, it's too hard to succeed.

I worked 14 hours a day, and I didn't dare to take time off work or earn his salary.

People and people cannot be compared. Everything that Fangiri has had since birth is something that I have never been able to achieve with all my life's hard work.

It was late at night, but I didn't feel sleepy. At this time, I had the idea of looking for someone to talk to. Involuntarily, I thought of Yu Zecheng.

But I didn't dare to click on his chat box, I didn't dare to contact him, for fear of disturbing him.

So, I posted a circle of friends, with pictures of three screenshots of my first book that I found on Baidu.

I waited for a while, and if he saw it, he would definitely take the initiative to talk to me. If there is no news within ten minutes, it means that he has not seen it. Or sleep, or go to sleep.

It didn't take five minutes for him to send a message.

He said, "I'm moaning again without disease, isn't he, why don't you sleep?"

My mood suddenly felt much better. So I replied to him: I have opened a new book.

He replied: I saw it a long time ago.

That's right, I did post a circle of friends to show off, and I got a lot of likes and comments, but I deleted it in about an hour.

I like to post moments, but I also like to delete moments. I often look through my circle of friends, and if I look through it, I will definitely delete one or two.

Yu Zecheng has been paying attention to me, there is no doubt about that. Because I know he's been liking me for eight years.

He said: Just write and play, there is no need to update it every day, isn't it just a hobby?

Ah, well, that's right! This is Yu Zecheng! He couldn't say anything beautiful from his mouth.

But these few words, he really felt sorry for me. I received this heartache that was not good.

Tears flowed involuntarily, the person who knows me best has always been this stubborn donkey.

But I said, "You know what a fart!" If I keep writing it, I will succeed one day! I will become a god of online literature! My novel will be adapted into a film and television drama......

He replied in seconds: No, soon you will be tired and sick before you grow old, and maybe you will be able to go back to your hometown early!

Hehe! Hahaha! This grandson! I really don't like him! But he is a man with a master. As a woman who writes novels, I must have a correct outlook and a pure mind in order to...

However, I sent out such a sentence by God: Yu Zecheng, I like you.

This sudden confession sent me a shiver, and I was crazy? Oh my God!

I quickly withdrew the phrase and folded my hands in prayer that he didn't see it. After a long time, he sent a sentence: What do you like about me?

My heart skipped half a beat. But I gave a sneer, and then I said, "I like your broken mouth!"

The long-lost chat ended in such a hurry, and I swore I would never confess to him again. Confessing to a married man is tantamount to sin, meaningless and stupid.