took the elevator home and walked straight through the living room, Ji Ming was ready to go to the real white room to talk to her!

Opening the door of Mashiro's room, Mashiro sat down next to the computer as usual, but instead of a paintbrush in his hand, he was... Baumkuchen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Don't eat too many sweets."

Subconsciously, the words came out, and Ji Ming felt more and more like his mother...

Mahaku replied softly, but only she knew if she could restrain it.

Finding a place closer to Mahaku and sitting down, Ji Ming asked, "When are the comics going to be submitted?" ”

"Next month."

"Hmm... Come on. ”

"Are you still used to it at school, friends and clubs? Has anyone bullied you? ”

Smelling the refreshing smell on the bed, as if it was a girl's body fragrance, Ji Ming asked a few questions in a row.

"Well, my classmates and teachers are very good to me, I didn't participate in the club, friends... What does it take to be a friend? ”

Mashiro answered all his questions slowly.

"Okay, I see, that's the end of the topic." Ji Ming sighed, it was really no different from what he imagined.

"If you have a chance to come back, I will introduce you to a few female friends, they are all very good people, you should get along."

Originally, the two of them were alone and didn't feel anything, but now that he has made friends, he is still alone, which makes him feel a sense of guilt inexplicably, and he said it without thinking.

"Female friends? Ming's? ”

True white frowned slightly, and a woman's intuition told her that things were not simple!

"yes, I guess it's a friend in my club." didn't notice the strangeness of Zhenbai's tone, Ji Ming said easily, sharing his friends with Zhenbai, it was much more comfortable!

"What club does Ming belong to?" With Baumkuchen still in his mouth, Mahaku asked.

"What a community... Hmm, it should be considered an idol club, right? Probably? But I'm behind the scenes..."

Ji Ming looked at the residue on Zhenbai's face and collar, and replied helplessly to wipe it for her.

"Hmm..."

"That's fine, I'll go back first, you remember not to stay up late, go to bed early."

By the way, throwing the cake packaging bag on the table into the trash, Ji Ming walked to the door and said with concern.

"When you're hungry, remember to come to me, I'll help you make food."

Before leaving, Ji Ming suddenly remembered the last time Zhenbai foraged for food in the middle of the night, and added with a toothache.

After speaking, Ji Ming went back to his room, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a beautiful bath.

Looking up in the bathhouse, Ji Ming found that he seemed to be a little obsessed with this beautiful daily life of youth...

It seems like a good thing to enjoy youth like this...?

Ji Ming, who was almost asleep, rubbed his eyes, sat in front of the computer, and uploaded all the things to be updated today and copyright issues, looking at the heated discussion among the bar friends, he also wanted to follow along!

But this administrator's ID is too windy.,I guess I can't have a happy time with everyone.,Well,Re-register an ID...

I registered an ID casually, Ji Ming looked at the posts of his B station with great interest, most of them are a little deserted, and only a few of them keep posting new posts.

Flipping through it, Ji Ming found a personal post of interest, the name is called Love Metronome, and the Eddie of the bar owner is Xia Shizi.

There is only one dismal member of this personal bar, that is, only the owner of the bar himself.

Maybe it's just about his own relationship.,In addition to the text of the novel.,This bar owner obviously regards this post bar as a place to complain...

The titles are probably as follows:

Ah, Kavin Kavin Kavin! I can't write it at all!

I know the plot, but why can't I write the feeling I want...

Can't be lazy any longer! Be sure to slap the editor who rejected my manuscript in the face!

……

Ji Ming, who was a little funny, clicked on the text at the top, intending to see how the text of this little street was written.

The text is about 6,000 words, and after reading it, Ji Ming was a little surprised.

Written... How to say it, the writing is very delicate, so people can know that it was written by a girl at a glance, but... The plot makes people have a stomachache, and from the text, it seems to be a love entanglement between a man and a woman.

There's not a lot of text.,I can't see anything brilliant about the character creation yet.,Overall,It should be a pretty good work.。

Looking at this girl, Ji Ming seemed to see the true white on the street, anyway, it was nothing to be idle, Ji Ming planned to save this lost little lamb.

After paying attention to the post of the love metronome, Ji Ming posted a post: Teacher Xia Shizi, do you want to listen to my proposal as a reader?

After two minutes, Kasumi replied to him at 2L: "I am so happy, you should be the second reader of this book (laughs)

Lying on the bed and looking at the red laptop, Kasumigaoka Shiyu was extremely worried at this time.

The perfectly proportioned thighs, which were still wearing black stockings on the bed, were kicking the sheets restlessly.

After all, this is the first novel she has written, and she has no creative experience before that, and like all new authors, she cares about what her readers say.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's recent efforts are all on this novel.,Stay up late every night thinking and writing... Even when I slept in class during the day, I dreamed of novels.

The rejection of the long-awaited submission has hit her very hard, and in the case of being hit and not in the mood to code words, she stumbled upon the website of Station B Tieba.

Due to the extremely high free type of the post bar, Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't help but register an account himself, and at the same time built a post bar for a novel...

While bored scrolling through the post bar, she found that her novel bar members had become two people, and this person was still her reader, although she was a little shy to be seen by readers like this...

But what she is more afraid of is that if this reader doesn't respond well, then she really has to wonder if she has any talent in this area...

Ji Ming obviously didn't know the thoughts of the girl on the other side of the computer, so he considered the wording and gave Xia Shizi a lot of very (white) and good (learning) suggestions, because he felt that this plot was too familiar...

For example, how to make the description of the two heroines more brilliant, and how to add a setting to the love story between the three people that they are good friends with each other.

Another example... How to make readers deeply substitute into the characters, and then brutally torture their hearts...

……

Originally, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's character, although she will listen to other people's suggestions, she will never be affected by the other party's ideas, because what she wants to write is a novel that completely belongs to her own style.

But in the past two days, her brain was blank in front of the computer, and she couldn't code a word at all.

And when she sees her novels, she feels... What does this TM write? What is this TM writing...? I don't admit I wrote it myself!

But now seeing Ji Ming's tirade suggestion, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

The other party did not raise any questions or dissatisfaction with her plot or characters, but only helped her add some small details and settings.

Just after the details of these novels were set up, inspiration was constantly coming to her mind! She has come up with N versions of the plot development that makes people feel a lot of headaches!

Kasumigaoka Shiyu didn't have time to thank Ji Ming now, and hurriedly left him a word, she moved the computer to the table, a pair of black silk legs subconsciously shook back and forth, her eyes glowed, and she typed on a blank document...

Ji Ming waited for a long time, and was stunned when he saw this reply, he never had inspiration when he wrote novels, but it was all nonsense, it was all copying, so what inspiration was needed...

He didn't care, he looked at the time and saw that it was not early, and there were still two days left to save the manuscript, so he didn't have to work so hard for the time being, so he turned off the computer and went to bed.

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