"Late sunshine, open the door. ”

He Rong shouted upstairs.

Hearing this, He Qingqing did not answer He Rong, but He Guanlan, who was watching TV upstairs, replied: "Wait for me to come down and open the door for you." ”

"Okay, Dad. ”

......

When He Rong walked upstairs, He Guanlan asked curiously, "Didn't you go to Shi Chengdeng's house to play, why did you come back so soon?"

"It's not to play, it's just to see, after all, they're about to go to college, and it's hard to see them in the future. He Rong was telling the truth, but some of the information behind this sentence was obviously more core, that is, some things about Shi Chengdeng's old father.

The money arrived.

Basically, the matter was solved, and he didn't explain much to his father He Guanlan.

"Well, that's good, usually when you write at home, you should also pay more attention to your eyes, and go to the same school for a visit, it's good. He Guanlan smiled and spoke.

"Remember, Dad, I'll go wash up and go to bed. ”

"Well, then I'll go upstairs and watch TV again. ”

......

After a simple wash, He Rong returned upstairs, lay directly on the bed, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

He basically doesn't get motion sickness, but along the way, sitting in the carriage is too bumpy, and his stomach is a little uncomfortable, but fortunately he finally endured it, otherwise it must be.......

Rested for a while.

I don't have the energy to watch and play with my phone, let alone do anything else, such as coding words and updating novels.

Head down.

He Rong fell asleep.

......

Next door.

Li Yitian still felt a little unreliable, and asked: "You say, will my son be deceived by others? You can make money by playing with the computer, and there is no such talent in our village!"

Shaking his head, He Guanlan said very resolutely: "Impossible, my son's IQ is with me, it is impossible to be deceived, not to mention, the soft sister coin he took out of his pocket today is real money, I have seen it, it can't be fake." ”

"It's strange to say, you can make money by playing with computers, and there is such a good thing in the world, and I don't know how my son did it. Thinking that He Rong could make money with a computer, until now, Li Yitian felt that it was too dreamy.

"I've told you, my son is not playing with computers, it's writing, what is writing, you know, that's a writer, it's the same as Jinyong and Gu Long, but people like you who haven't read a book definitely don't understand, I want to ...... back then If it weren't for ......."

"Stop, stop, what do you think back then, my son was powerful and you weren't great, when you were studying, don't think I didn't know, my father said it, you can't read because you're expelled from gambling. ”

"I'm not talking about reading, I'm talking about ......."

"You can't even read, let alone anything else. ”

He Guanlan: ......

Next.

When He Rong woke up, it was not too early, it was not too late, and he looked at the time, it was about nine o'clock.

walked to the washstand to wash up briefly, there was no accident, He Qingqing was still sleeping, and the figures of his father He Guanlan and mother Li Yitian had long since disappeared, obviously going to work.

I didn't have the habit of eating breakfast (because I was lazy), after washing up, and returned to his room, He Rong was going to update "God of Food", "Panlong", and "Urban Cultivation of Immortals" first, and then code words.

Turn on your computer.

He Rong hadn't even started updating his novel when the news of the editor rang out.

First of all.

It was sent by Madoka Xiao, and Madoka sent several messages in a row:

"Don't worry about it, update your novel normally, the recommendation won't change. ”

"Those people in Longkong Mountain are really excessive, but you don't have to worry about it, write your book carefully, and don't affect your writing because of those posts in Longkong Mountain. ”

"The quality of the book is king, everything else is a floating cloud, you must not be disturbed by the outside world and affect your creation. ”

"Our editing background can grasp your data trends in the first time, and all your results are real, and we know here, so you can rest assured that you can update it well. ”

......

When He Rong saw these messages, he was a little inexplicable, but before she could reply to Madoka, another editor, Winnie, sounded.

Winnie's message was clearer than Madoka's, and it probably cleared his mind a bit.

"Longkong Mountain has a post that blasts the data of your "Urban Cultivation of Immortals", you don't have to worry too much, you don't have to affect your normal recommendation, we can see your real data here in the background system. ”

"Good update, looking forward to you starting a genre. ”

"Come on, number two. ”

.......

Seeing Winnie's post, He Rong was a little helpless, it seems that the title of No. 2 can't run away from Winnie.

However, from the posts of the two, he also probably learned some information, it should be that his two novels "Panlong" and "Urban Cultivation of Immortals" were blasted by contemptible people, saying that this data was brushed.

It's normal to think about it, if it weren't for the fact that these two books were written by him, such explosive data, and he was a newcomer, he didn't even send the contract, so naturally he didn't have a recommendation, and he didn't have such explosive exposure and had such explosive data, saying that it was brushed data, which is also a routine operation.

The data is so good that it was blasted by someone to brush the data, he had seen a lot of it in his previous life, but it really happened to him, He Rong couldn't laugh or cry about it.

Some joy.......

Some sorrow.......

More egg pain.......

Who is so full that they have nothing to do?

He Rong replied to Xiaoyuan with a few messages first:

"Don't worry, boss, I'm in a good state of mind. ”

"It's okay, it will definitely not affect the creation, this novel, no matter how the outside world comments and how it should be written, I will still write it. ”

"Thank you boss for your support, try to keep 10,000 words updated every day on the shelves, boss, then I'll go offline, continue to code words. ”

.......

Clicking on Winnie's OO, He Rong began to reply:

"Thank you, Boss, for telling me the news, if it weren't for Boss, I'd still be in the dark. ”

"Hahaha, these people are too funny, saying that I brush data, I just want to brush, and I don't have the money to brush it!!"

"Thank you boss for your support, try to keep 10,000 words updated every day on the shelves, boss, then I'll go offline, continue to code words. ”

In the last sentence, He Rong copied and pasted it according to the above sentence, and did not even change the punctuation.

Seeing He Rong's reply, Xiaoyuan replied: "ヾ(◍°∇°◍)ノ゙Come on!! wow, keep 10,000 words a day on the shelves, oh my God, you're too good! ❦❦ Pikachu, go codeword!"

Winnie should not be online and has not responded to messages.

As an online writer who is okay in the online literature industry, He Rong is like thunder about the name of Longkong Mountain.

In two lives, he was blasted in Longkong Mountain, and it was the first time for him.

He was going to go to Longkong Mountain to see what the situation was.