Ye Tian rushed into the Internet café with a hot body against the fiery sun, because Ye Tian did not want to use an umbrella on a sunny day, so he only walked around in the shadow of buildings or trees like an anti-Japanese soldier fighting a defensive war. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Tian took out his ID card and money from his hot trouser pocket and ran the Internet for three hours, in view of the recent nostalgia of many primary and secondary school students to play games online. The city government has repeatedly received proposals from the city's people's representatives, so it has no choice but to issue a policy circular on cracking down on illegal Internet cafes.

Fortunately, Ye Tian came forward to apply for the ID cards of the graduating students because of the needs of the high school entrance examination, strictly speaking, he cannot apply for an ID card before he is 16 years old.

Ye Tian drank the iced cola in one hand, and tapped the keyboard aimlessly with the other, and the machine was still on.

Log in to the writer's area of the starting point novel network and enter the account number to log in. Ye Tian first glanced at the results of Dou Po, the number of words is 70,000, and the manuscript is 130,000, that is, Ye Tian will not break the word if he does not code the word for a month.

Of course, the more this manuscript is still raised, it is very joyful to think that millions of manuscripts are smashed down like a meteor shower, and the gods are smashed to the point of 'chickens flying and dogs jumping'.

The most important thing is that I am afraid that Du Niang will have an emergency, if there are enough manuscripts, even if Du Niang suddenly disappears, I can continue to update, and I have enough time to write my own imitation follow-up.

"Hello editor, I am the author of "Breaking the Sky", and I dream of today. I've seen the contract you sent, and I'd like to add one more to it, which is not to divulge my author's information. Ye Tian thought that he was still a child, and no matter how old the editor was, he could use an honorific title.

After Ye Tian sent a message to the editor, he couldn't wait for him to reply, so he opened a new chapter and began to concentrate on coding, typing while thinking about the thinking style of the silkworm god, trying to absorb his creative methods, and striving to get rid of plagiarism as soon as possible. After all, writers are also dignified, always copying other people's things, and a writer will lose the fundamental idea on which he stands.

"Ding-dong." A prompt woke up Ye Tian, who had entered the state, and looked at the time habitually, it had been more than two hours, and there were eight more chapters in the manuscript, and the chapter that was being coded was also two thousand words.

Dream in the present hello, I am your son in charge of the editor, I just saw your reply, now go and ask the editor-in-chief of our group for instructions, please don't go offline.

Children of the Sky

Ye Tian's face was overjoyed, the sooner he could enter the new book list, of course, the more advantageous, so that the longer he was on the new book list, the higher the popularity of the gathering.

In this way, he will be more confident when he competes with various gods for the ranking of the monthly ticket list in the end, after all, Ye Tian is just a pink newcomer in the novel industry, and now he is still the first batch of book friends.

"Editor-in-chief, there is a newcomer in our group who wants to add a clause to the signing conditions, that is, I hope we don't take the initiative to pass on his information." The Son of the Sky was succinct and to the point.

"Oh, that's a surprise, isn't his identity special? What's the name of the book? The editor-in-chief of the group looked up and said, the editor-in-chief's surname is Liang.

"It's called Breaking the Sky, it's a fantasy."

"Breaking the sky? Is it the number one on the rookie list? It's well written, I didn't think you were in charge, Xiaokong, good luck, why did you report it now? This kind of good thing is hidden in the heart and secretly happy, isn't it? Editor-in-chief Liang quipped that as the editor-in-chief of the novel website, he is not a serious person either.

The son of the sky was also busy saying wrong: "Look at what you said, I just knew, and you also know that this book has risen in the past two days." Then this clause is not added, after all, it is generally the prerogative of the great god author to add the clause. ”

"Add it to him, you see, Dou Po's current results are better than that of the rookie king, and the idea is novel, there may not be no hope of becoming a god in a book." Editor-in-chief Liang pointed to the results of the fight that had just been searched on the computer.

"Okay, I'll go back to him now." The son of the sky looked happy, and turned to go out after speaking.

"Hey, wait, what is the special identity of that rookie author? Look at how impatient you are, how can you be so impetuous. Director Liang stopped him.

"Oh, look at my memory, forget about it. I don't know what special identity this dream has today, but he is young, only a little over fifteen years old, and this book is probably ghostwritten. The Son of the Sky touched his nose in embarrassment, explaining and guessing.

"Only fifteen? I haven't been in high school yet, and I think his writing is extremely old-fashioned, so I thought it was made by a master. Although Editor-in-Chief Liang is curious, he also knows that guessing will never lead to an answer, and practice will bring true knowledge.

"I don't know exactly what the profession is, and I need to communicate more in the future."

"Well, you come out." Editor-in-chief Liang picked up the teacup and fell into deep thought and sent him down.

The Son of the Sky walked in the corridor, and he knew in his heart why the editor-in-chief was so interested, their group was newly established a few years ago, and because it was newly established, most of the authors who signed in were not famous.

Other groups have a few gods to support the façade, so that the total score can look much better, and most of my own group are newcomers or authors who have been on the street for many years, and last month's results were at the bottom, although the editor-in-chief didn't say it on the surface, he was definitely not convinced.

Editor-in-chief Liang used to be the editor-in-chief of a provincial newspaper, but he was much more majestic than now, but unfortunately he was unlucky to make the headlines as a negative textbook, which slapped the leader in the face.

Later, the newspaper replaced him, only to find out that someone was jealous of his position and secretly deleted the real information.

Originally, Dou Po had the hope of becoming a god, but now it is revealed that the author is not yet sixteen years old, which is a very unstable factor. First, I don't know if it's ghostwriting, and second, young people are not resilient enough, and they are likely to forget about books when they go to school.

The son of the sky shook his head, he didn't want to think so much, so he signed it first.

Hello, I have asked for instructions for you to add terms, our editor-in-chief heard that you are a newcomer, and made an exception to add it to you, hoping to help you grow. This is the contract after adding terms, after you print it out, sign it, and mail it to xxx starting point company.

The son of the sky made up a reason that he could only deceive elementary school students and replied to Ye Tian.

Although it is a long time, it does not take more than half an hour. Here, Ye Tian corrected the typo of today's code, and as soon as he received the message, he immediately replied, okay.

Ye Tian stored the contract in the mailbox, went to the copy agency to print it out, and then checked it word by word for errors, only to see that it said a one-year system, which Ye Tian deliberately selected, in order to be able to change the contract when his reputation rises in the future.

Except for the extra confidentiality clause, everything else is similar to Ye Tian's previous life.

Since there is no problem with the contract, then sign it, Ye Tian is not a procrastinator.

Walking out of the post hall, Ye Tian looked up at the blue sky, the clouds had been dyed with a layer of golden red under the setting sun, and today would be the beginning of the myth. (To be continued)