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The two of them cautiously came out of the cabin one after another, and after being down-to-earth, Li Quan suddenly had a refreshing feeling of being reincarnated.

It's just that the junior sister is a lot more restrained, probably because the process of taking materials in the concept has ended, and I think it's time to restore a pure and sound relationship between seniors and sisters.

So in the next journey, Li Quan could obviously feel that even some clingy junior sisters on weekdays were deliberately alienating themselves, but he could somewhat understand the other party's feelings.

A quiet and reserved girl was half-forced to say the kind of words that could be ashamed of people, even if it was not a confession, it was enough to make her confused and entangled for a while.

So Li Quan didn't show too much concern, but decided to give her a space for self-adjustment, and didn't say much on the way back together, so they returned to school together peacefully.

When he parted at a certain intersection, although he still didn't dare to raise his head to look at Li Quan, Zhuo Qinglian still said softly in a quiet and gentle voice, "Goodbye, senior." ”

Just listening to her voice and tone, Li Quan knew that there should be no more trouble in the future.

This little guy is still as reassuring as ever.

Separated from his junior sister at the intersection, Li Quan, who had successfully obtained the material, felt that there was a hot current in his chest ready to go, which was his soul restlessness and creative enthusiasm erupting.

This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, Li Quan hurriedly rushed back to the apartment in a hurry, and returned to the keyboard at the speed of light and began to type.

The sound of "click-click" keystrokes continued for several hours, until Li Quan pressed the last period, without any lag in between.

Writing is really such a kind of work, either in constipation, or in climax.

After saving the document, Li Quan rarely broke the routine and read through the manuscript from the beginning again, and felt that none of the flowing words, the twists and turns of the plot, and the lifelike characters were not the best choice.

Rub, this is probably a few proud works since his debut, right?

Li Quan, who was very satisfied, was impatient to find someone to share, but it was impossible to skip tens of thousands of words and upload it directly to the Internet. This eagerness to cherish the broom was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still logged on to the penguin software and found the most familiar stranger to solve problems.

Speaking of which, I didn't feel a trace of the breath of a sweater classmate from my junior sister today. The younger sister is really a pure fan, and her worries about cutting black are probably completely unfounded.

"Are you free? Available! For the first time, Li Quan took the initiative and did not shy away from sending a message to the great god.

Then seeing that the other party didn't move, he immediately urged the second sentence, "I have a great success today!" You've just written a really great manuscript, do you want to take a look? ”

"Didi Didi", probably because he said something specific, so the other party decided to say that he happened to be online.

"Send it to see."

The reply is quite brief, and I don't know if it's in a hurry.

However, at this time, Li Quan didn't care so much, and he didn't even make a compressed file, so he directly sent the document of the manuscript to an offline file.

"Roger. Let me see. ”

After the other party made this expression, Li Quan was not very convenient to answer, so he had to tap his fingers on the table boringly.

It took about six hundred and fifty taps, and before the table was knocked out of a small depression, the other party's reply message arrived in time.

"White!"

I don't know if I'm using Neta, but it's a pretty standard manga editor's reaction. (There are remarks in the author's words)

The very positive evaluation of the sweater greatly boosted Li Quan's confidence, so much so that he swelled up a little, took a pen from the side and put it in his mouth, and quickly tapped the keyboard with Erlang's legs crossed, "Right?" Right? I'm a genius to be able to write this kind of story. ”

I don't know what the expression of the sweater on the other side is, but there is a smile in the chat box.

"This kind of thing is really the best!" Li Quan let out another very subtle emotion no matter how he thought about it, and then continued to hit the keyboard excitedly, "I will definitely carry out the material to the end!" ”

A childhood sweetheart who was several buildings away suddenly sat up from the bed and sneezed a few times.

"It's good to have this kind of ambition, but although the bridge is good, there are a bit too many typos." The sweater probably didn't want him to be too proud, but he couldn't pick out any thorns from the manuscript itself for a while, so he had to casually pull out a mistake that looked flawed at first glance to remind Li Quan.

As a result, Li Quan listened very obediently, "Oh, then I'll go and change it, and by the way, I will also fix the previous manuscript, otherwise I won't be worthy of such a great follow-up development!" ”

"Well, go ahead."

The sweater on the other side of the screen replied lightly, and then closed the chat box directly.

On the 27-inch monitor he used, there was a document open on the left and right, he looked at the left, then at the right, gritted his teeth, closed the document on the left, and then right-clicked and sent it to the trash.

Li Quan's material collection process was too successful, and the development of things so far was completely different from his expectations, and suddenly he woke up, and the sweater found that he was already a little out of control of the situation, and it could even be said that-

Gradually, I couldn't control myself.

He looked at the document on his right again and scrutinized it, and finally couldn't contain his emotions when he saw the tenth or twelfth line.

With a "whoa" he violently pushed the keyboard in front of the monitor to the side, folded his arms around the table, buried his entire face under his long loose hair, and let out a long sigh.

At night, the computer desk is only illuminated by the backlight of the monitor, and it is dimly lit to discern too many details, such as-

It's hard to see whether the hair color of this long hair is black or chestnut.

But speaking of which, probably no one will see this scene, after all, the door behind her (to change the pronouns) is closed, and it doesn't look like it needs to be opened at all.

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With the incessant sound of "click, click, click", Li Quan in front of another monitor was showing a completely different mental state, the raging fire burned in his eyes, his dexterous fingertips repeatedly jumped on the keys, and occasionally a somewhat hideous expression appeared on his face.

He has fallen into the abyss of collecting materials and cannot extricate himself, and will go darker and darker on this road.

Ah, it's the best thing to unfold.