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Once as one of the few excellent editors in the entire capital, it is natural to see that there is a strong potential value in this novel.

And under these few chapters, it also completely dispelled the doubts in his heart, picked up the mobile phone, and the second uncle quickly asked Ding Feng: "Feng'er, tell me, when did you start writing this book?" ”

Ding Feng asked the second uncle with a touch of doubt and a puzzle, "Today, I haven't been writing for long." ”

Under the words, like thunder rolling in the sky, the second uncle stared at his eyes, with disbelief, "Today? ”

These two words have been a little silent, and my head can't turn for a while.

"Well, yes, is there a problem?"

Ding Feng continued to ask.

The second uncle knows that even if it is an extremely good author, even an old author who has been famous for a long time, it is almost impossible to take into account speed and quality.

Even if you are an online writer, you can only take one of these things into account.

Even if it is known as a fast online article, breaking the sky, four or five times a day, the quality can only be called average.

And other authors, if they want to change four or five times a day, the quality is unsightly.

"I ......" Looking at the more than 50,000 words in his hand, the second uncle smiled bitterly, 50,000 words a day, and the quality has not decreased in the slightest, this is a perversion!

Even if an author with an outburst of thoughts can write 50,000 words, the quality will not be much better.

Not to mention those physical writers, even if their thoughts explode, they can write 20,000 words a day, which is a lot.

Fifty thousand sons? Out of reach.

Demons! Utter wickedness!

This is what the second uncle thinks now.

In fact, Ding Feng was also a little puzzled, I don't know if it was the case of being single for more than 30 years, after being reborn, his hand speed was more than twice as fast, quite like the style of the starting point and the cloudy sky.

"It's okay, the second uncle just pays attention to you, pay attention to rest, don't get tired."

The second uncle wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"yes, okay."

Ding Feng nodded and moved himself, his somewhat stiff body.

Then he glanced at the time, he had been sitting for almost a day, and lunch was all scheduled for takeout.

"I didn't expect that after being reborn, this habit of a codeword maniac still hasn't changed."

Ding Feng was the same in his previous life, except for code words in his life, there was almost nothing else to do. However, it is just to fight for a bite to eat.

But because of this, I suffered from three highs and stomach problems.

However, when Ding Feng coded words before, he didn't know that his writing and understanding of the article seemed to be possessed by the master, comprehended, listened to the master's teachings, and fell into a mysterious realm, and he himself was also fascinated and couldn't help himself.

"Forget it, let's go out for dinner."

Ding Feng shook his head, picked up his mobile phone, and walked to the outside of the campus, on the snack street.

He doesn't know what to eat now, and in a month and a half, he has eaten all over the snack street, but in the canteen, there are two completely different dishes, and the taste is almost identical.

It can be seen that the cooking uncle in the canteen is really a talent! There are hardly any merits other than being cheap.

However, in this regard, Ding Feng himself was also drunk.

I picked a restaurant at random, and it was almost full.

After ordering the meal, Ding Feng sat on the chair and played with his mobile phone.

opened Weibo, full of private messages, and full of messages.

This made Ding Feng's mobile phone stuck for a while.

Ding Feng's current number of Weibo fans has reached 10 million, of course, most of them are the popularity value earned by his three books on Weibo.

As for the bonus of "Panlong", it is really minimal.

Glancing at those private messages, Ding Feng was a little speechless.

"It's really ......"

Most of them are urging messages, and as for others, they also occupy a lot.

Weibo has also put aside his pen for a long time at this moment, and Ding Feng looked at the news of the reminder and began to think about which article to write.

Seriously, at the beginning, Ding Feng was determined to be here, and in the genre of pure love novels, there was a complete act of death.

After all, there are not many good pure love novels.

"Assi......" Ding Feng was extremely entangled, to say that there are really a lot of romance novels to choose from, and as for pure love, there are really very few.

"The last book of pure love, next time change to another type."

At this time, Ding Feng also discovered his own shortcomings.

That is to rely too much on the literature of the past life. Before himself, he was completely sitting and eating nothing.

Of course, a large number of literary works in his previous life were enough for Ding Feng to win half of the entire Chinese literary world.

But one day, I will exhaust everything, and at that time, what should I do?

For example, now, an excellent pure love novel, he really only remembers one.

"The Days of Living with a Flight Attendant".

This is the only pure love novel in the pure love world after "The First Close Contact" that can set off storms, and it is also the only novel that can be compared to "The First Close Contact".

And after writing this book, Ding Feng can really only let the number of breaking the sky put aside his pen for pure love.

"However, I have also studied for so long...... Do you want to write your own one? ”

Ding Feng was a little entangled, not knowing what to do, "No, if the writing collapses, then the vest of Breaking the Sky will be completely destroyed, or ...... Open a small vest to verify your strength? ”

As soon as this thought arose, it lingered in Ding Feng's heart.

He is also very curious about his current strength, he wants to verify whether he can write a good book without carrying the classics of his previous life, and he also wants to see what point his strength has reached!

"However, I don't want to be exhausted to death when I write and play Ender's Game first."

Ding Feng said something to himself, and then a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

However, at this time, the fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl that Ding Feng ordered before was also just delivered.

closed Weibo, Ding Feng was about to eat, but he didn't notice that there was a line of words on Weibo, Weibo Original Novel Serialization Contest......

glanced at the fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl in front of him, and he could barely eat it.

However, Ding Feng couldn't care about this, so he took out his chopsticks and quickly chopped the rice.

He still had a lot of things to do, and he didn't have much time to spare.

But at this moment, Zhao Weier coincidentally and her best friend Xia Mo also walked into this restaurant......