Sure enough, at about ten o'clock in the evening, the number of monthly tickets for "God-level Loser" finally surpassed the third place.

Those readers are clamoring to say no-vote, but in fact, there are still a lot of readers who vote.

Seeing this result, Li Yukai in front of the computer sat down on the chair in despair, and only smiled bitterly after a long time, this is fate!

At this rate, in the last few days, it is impossible for him to overtake the loser, even if he presents a women's photo.

Although he is very unwilling, he is more powerless and has a very complicated mood.

After thinking about it, he found Zhao Qian's contact information in the urban author group and chose to add friends.

"God, add a friend?"

Li Yukai has also written about cities before, so there is a group of signed authors in cities.

Zhao Qian, who was coding words, saw a friend adding a message, and thought that it was an author who came to the door to ask for a chapter, and almost refused. Because during this time, the author who came to the door to ask for chapter pushing, there were simply not too many, which made him annoyed.

If it's an acquaintance with the author's friends, it's okay to say, the problem is that many of them don't know or don't know, and after chatting for a few sentences, they will open their mouths to push the chapter.

Zhao Qian really wants to say, big brother, we really don't know each other!

What's more, I chatted with him directly in private, dropped a sentence of "give a chapter push + book title", and then stopped talking.

I'm the next Olympics, do you want to be like this?

Zhao Qian laughed angrily, he is not your father, why did he give you Zhang Tui?

Do you have a big face?

I don't even know basic politeness, do you want to give you a hammer?!

It's really speechless to meet this kind of person, and I can really respond to that sentence, "The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds"!

In fact, Zhang Tui is this kind of thing, it's better not to give it indiscriminately if it's not an acquaintance. Once or twice, the readers of the book pushed are not satisfied, or the other party is a eunuch, which will also cause some damage to the author's own popularity and reputation, so many gods are not very willing to give people chapter push. And if you push too much, the effect of chapter push will be poor.

Therefore, when others came to Zhao Qian to ask for Zhang Tui, he didn't reply, as long as the other party was not stupid, he naturally knew what it meant.

As for the question of whether the other party will hold a grudge if he doesn't give Zhang Tui, Zhao Qian doesn't care at all. Helping you is a favor, not helping you is reasonable, if the other party can hold a grudge against him, then it can't be given.

It's far away, and it's back in sight.

Zhao Qian originally wanted to refuse to add the other party's friends, but the mouse paused again, feeling that the other party's ID had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, think about it carefully, isn't this ID the guy who just exploded the monthly pass by himself?

Open the homepage of Qihang Chinese Network, find the book and see, sure enough, it is him, and look at the other party's information, the chat level is quite high, it should not be a liar.

What is the matter with him looking for himself? Could it be that he has lost face after losing the field, and now he is ready to scold back?

Zhao Qian thought about it seriously, and felt that this was unlikely, unless the other party didn't want to mix, otherwise he wouldn't tear his face with himself for this matter.

So it passed the verification directly.

After passing the verification, without waiting for the other party to speak, Zhao Qian took the initiative and asked: "The author of "Xiuzhen XXX"?"

"Yes, it's me, hello love letter god!" On the other side of the network, Li Yukai, who was sitting in front of the computer, didn't expect the other party to pass the verification so quickly, and when he saw the question, he hurriedly replied.

Zhao Qian let out a cold sweat expression: "Don't make trouble, I'm just a lucky street fighter." ”

Great god or something, I can't call it now, how can I have to have two or three ten thousand books, so I am embarrassed to be called a great god, otherwise the next book will be so embarrassing.

As for luck, Zhao Qian never denied it.

Although he has never won the lottery, and he has never even won the "one more bottle" when he buys drinks, he has obtained the copyist system, which is a luckier thing than winning 5 million.

It's just that Li Yukai saw the other party's reply, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly bitter.

Good luck is also part of strength, but your own luck is not good. I think my pen power is no worse than others, but for so many years, my grades have not been up or down, and I can barely make ends meet. How much more than their own later into the industry, now they have become gods, and almost can order five or six thousand, only themselves, are still struggling in the boutique line.

Seeing that the other party didn't reply for a while, Zhao Qian asked again: "By the way, is there something wrong?"

Li Yukai hurriedly replied: "No, I just want to add a friend and make a familiar face, if you encounter something you don't understand in writing in the future, please don't hesitate to give advice." ”

Zhao Qian was embarrassed: "I don't have the ability to teach or anything, at most, everyone discusses with each other, learns from each other and makes progress together." ”

"Those who reach are teachers, and the same is true for online writing, so you don't have to be modest. "Li Yukai is sincere, he is serious.

A book can be popular, naturally has its advantages and selling points, as a reader may not be able to read it, but as an author, you must study hard.

Zhao Qian replied: "Everyone is just trying to eat, don't make so much red tape, if you have any questions, you can tell me, I can definitely help if I can, don't blame me if you can't help." ”

"That's enough, thank you in advance. ”

Li Yukai didn't say much, it was already very good to get a reply from the other party, he was not a child, so he naturally knew that it was impossible for people to help for no reason.

The two chatted casually, and then they used the excuse of code words to get busy with their own work.

……

Friday, morning.

Three or four classes are intercultural communication.

The teacher's name is Long Yue, who is in his thirties, a teacher who speaks more straightforwardly and has a more decisive personality. But in general, it is still more popular with students, because her teaching level is still good compared to some teachers.

It's just that Zhao Qian doesn't like this course very much, mainly because the things he talks about are too profound, and he has a hard time listening to the all-English teaching, and sometimes he accidentally wanders, and then he doesn't know where he is talking about when he looks back.

In comparison, he would rather listen to Mao and Ma Zhe.

On the podium, after Long Yue finished speaking a text, she asked, "Is there anything you don't understand?"

No one spoke.

Some students are playing with their mobile phones, some are dozing off, some are whispering, discussing where to play on the weekend, without exception, when they see the teacher looking over, they can't help but lower their heads to avoid her gaze.

After waiting for about five or six seconds, Long Yue looked around the classroom, no one answered her question, and everyone remained silent. Maybe I understand, maybe I don't understand, maybe I pretend to understand.

Everyone must know how embarrassing it is to have a sudden silence that can be heard even if a pin drops. Zhao Qian, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, could even see that her face was a little unnatural.

Zhao Qian couldn't help but think, she should be quite embarrassed that there was no one to pay attention to her in a huge classroom. It's just to maintain the dignity and majesty of the teacher, so he didn't show it, and he pretended not to be embarrassed.

In fact, from Zhao Qian's point of view, as a student, he is not qualified to sympathize with the teacher, because he is also one of the accomplices in creating this embarrassing atmosphere.

It's just that he always thinks that maybe he should do something.