The next day, at seven o'clock in the evening!

Zhuo Xiaowu only ate something at noon, and he didn't even sleep and kept coding in front of the computer!

He felt like he was going to be a humanoid codewriter!

Fight!

He's also fighting!

Originally, there were still 250,000 words left to save the manuscript, but now there are still 2,000 words left, and there is still an hour, enough!

At 7:15, Zhuo Xiaowu finally wrote enough 1 million words for "Jiang Ye"!

At this time, the online articles of the Longkong Forum are all being discussed!

"You said it would be eight o'clock soon, and this is going to be the deadline! Doesn't the rice bowl say that it is open? Why haven't you submitted the manuscript yet! ”

"I guess it's bragging!"

"The rice bowl is a bit more powerful, and the rest is really bad!"

"Spit out your blood, did you write "The Legend of Wukong"? Did you write a dozen classic poems at the early spring poetry meeting? ”

"Uh......"

"Damn, "Jiang Ye" has been submitted!"

"Fog grass! Nearly 600,000 words in one day and one night? ”

"I heard that there are 300,000 manuscripts!"

"That Temo is also more than 200,000 yards! This hand speed is used to jerk off, and there is absolutely no one left! ”

"Poof! After identification, the old driver upstairs! ”

"666, the old driver has already driven, everyone get in the car!"

........

At this time, Zhuo Xiaowu handed "Jiang Ye" to the online gold award draft!

"Ding! Congratulations, your "Will Night" has been successfully contested! ”

Zhuo Xiaowu looked at the prompts on the computer, and finally breathed a sigh of relief!

More than 200,000 words a day! Who else? Who else?

At this time, Zhuo Xiaowu glanced at the discussion in the Longkong Forum, but he was too sleepy, and he had to go to the Beijing Radio Station to broadcast "Story Meeting" at twelve o'clock in the evening. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So he ignored it, and stood up in a daze, at this time, because he had been sitting on the table and chair for nearly a day and a night, his eyes flickered, and then he fell into a warm embrace.

"Hey! Dead Zhuo Xiaowu, you didn't sleep when you let you sleep yesterday, and you still murdered me, what are you doing in my arms now? ”

Meng Meng looked at Zhuo Xiaowu, who was already asleep with his hands on his shoulders and his head in his arms, and was already sleepy, and he was embarrassed to wake him up!

had to move lightly and put the rice bowl that Zhuo Xiaowu brought in her hand on the table, and then she sat on the sofa and let Zhuo Xiaowu sleep soundly in her arms!

At this time, Lin Jing came back from taking a bath, and when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but pout: "Ziyun, you will spoil Xiao Wu like this, he is not very serious in the first place, and you still indulge him so much!" ”

"Humph! How? Good wife, are you jealous? Meng Meng put her coat on Zhuo Xiaowu, and then raised her delicate face and said to Lin Jing.

Lin Jing listened to Han Ziyun's words, she stretched out her very good-looking fingers and rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Ziyun! Do you like Zhuo Xiaowu? ”

After hearing this, Han Ziyun immediately said indignantly: "Hmph! Will I like him? Don't talk about this dead Zhuo Xiaowu clown, and he always bullies me, will I like him? Even if I like my dead sister's handsome brother, I won't like him! ”

"Then you don't like him, and you always let him take advantage, I ..... Well, I'm jealous, I'm going to kiss to make up for the wounds in my heart! Lin Jing came to Han Ziyun with a very aggrieved look.

She had just finished taking a shower when a wave of shampoo and body fragrance came to her face.

"What's the matter! Don't be angry! Han Ziyun kissed Lin Jing mischievously twice, but this time it was on the forehead.

Lin Jing was very dissatisfied, she took Han Ziyun's arm and begged: "Good husband, I don't want to kiss my forehead, you kiss again!" ”

"Humph! Today's benefits for you are over, and you even said that I like this big bad guy, so ....... Hmph, you've got to let me rest for the night, I'm going to be kidney-deficient by you abrasive little goblin! Han Ziyun said matter-of-factly.

"Poof!" Lin Jing really couldn't help but smile and said, "Cut, you are still kidney deficient, who of us was made of kidney deficiency!" ”

"Ah!! Die quietly, you argue with me again, you said that you will obey my opinion unconditionally at all times! ”

"Well, Jing Jing was wrong just now!" Lin Jing admitted her mistake very aggrievedly.

..........

Half past eleven in the evening!

Zhuo Xiaowu opened his eyes dimly, he felt that his head hurt so much!

This is the result of working for a day and a night, but he feels that he is pillowing in a very warm and comfortable place, so he involuntarily turns his head and rubs again.

He remembered that he had to go to the Beijing Radio to broadcast a program, so he reluctantly left from this comfortable place!

Look at the clock on the wall!

Fog grass! It's half past eleven!

Zhuo Xiaowu stood up suddenly, he just wanted to turn around and leave directly, but found that he was wearing cute and brainless clothes!

Then I looked down and saw that Meng Meng was brainless and slept all night on the sofa!

Thinking of the place where he was pillowing just now, Zhuo Xiaowu's nosebleed involuntarily flowed down again!

No way! Why did I wake up so early? Such a good opportunity to take advantage of the fly flies?

Going to the storytelling broadcast host? I'll go, a broken broadcast host, is there anything better than sleeping in the arms of Meng Meng's brain?

I don't know what the ancients said: Men are as lustful as demons before masturbation, and as holy as a Buddha after masturbation!

This girl herself is in the stage of being lewd like a demon, why did this Temo wake up?

Continue to lie back and pretend to be asleep? This is immoral!

Morality? Would it be nice to let him roll the calf happily?

Zhuo Xiaowu was mentally sitting, struggling with thoughts, and later reason defeated the evil in his heart, he took off his shoes for Mengmeng's brain, put her flat on the sofa, and then went to the inner layer to get her a futon to cover!

Then Zhuo Xiaowu left the consultation room!

Zhuo Xiaowu trotted to the Beijing Radio, because the Beijing Radio was not too far from Tianmei School, so it took four or five minutes to arrive!

He walked into the radio hall and glanced at the perpetual calendar in the hall, it was now eleven 55 p.m.!

"It's just in time! It's still too late! ”

Zhuo Xiaowu did not go to the centralized office area this time, but went directly to the broadcast studio!

On this way, because it was late at night, there were few colleagues, and the corridor was deserted!

But Zhuo Xiaowu, who had good eyes, still saw an extremely funny scene, Xiaowen actually entered the women's toilet with Lao Zhang!

Aha! This is fun! I love it!

Zhuo Xiaowu took out his mobile phone and looked at a little watch hand!

11:57 a.m.!

He pulled out his phone and inadvertently clicked on them!

A perfect photo is out!

At 11:58, Zhuo Xiaowu came to the corridor of the broadcast studio!

At this time, the broadcast studio was already full of people, and now Lao Liu was trembling with a half-written manuscript and said: "Leader! You said you wouldn't let me host the story meeting, so I didn't do a manuscript for this issue! ”

Liang Hai patted the table and said, "Who knew that Xiao Wu picked a son for me?" Now I have to get it even if I don't have a manuscript! ”

Lao Liu cried and said, "Director Liang, this is a four-hour story meeting!" Who can do this live broadcast! Even Sister Lan can't do it! ”

At this time, the colleagues around me also agreed: "Yes, four hours of undrafting, no one can do this!" ”

"And I have to answer the phone call halfway, even if it is a first-class broadcast host of CCTV, I can't do it!"

"Hey!" Sister Lan sighed!

At this time, Liang Hai raised his eyebrows angrily, Lao Liu cried helplessly, Sister Lan sighed, and Xiao Zhang also looked helpless, just when everyone was at a loss!

Zhuo Xiaowu walked over, he called the door of the broadcasting studio and said, "Fortunately, it's not late!" ”

After speaking, he entered the broadcasting studio under the surprised gaze of everyone and directly turned on the broadcasting equipment!

"Click! Broadcast begins! ”

Zhuo Xiaowu said in a magnetic and beautiful voice: "Hello everyone, I am Zhuo Xiaowu, the anchor of today's "Story Club", I am me, different fireworks!" I will bring you a new story today, the story is called "Jiang Ye", this is a singable, crying, ridiculous and lovely history of the rise of the grassroots, a cheerful young man who would rather be indiscriminate than lacking in material demands, and his doubtful voice echoed eternally in the mountains behind the academy: Would you rather be perished forever than seek liberation from the saints? Chapter 1: There is rain in Weicheng, and there are waiters for young people, and the lecture is officially started! ”