CHAPTER 40

"That's because"

Liu Qingge pricked up his ears, but he didn't expect Jin Mu's next sentence to be, "I won't sue you." ”

"Editor, you're losing your teeth with such a cliché!" Liu Qingge's eyes widened and he said dissatisfied.

"Then you're still being teased by me, aren't you?" Jin Mu looked at Liu Qingge's wide-eyed appearance, and smiled slightly, "The trick is not old, just be useful." ”

Liu Qingge: The Made editor is full of low-level routines, but she is always immersed in it and can't extricate herself.

That's the most infuriating!

Jin Mu couldn't help Liu Qingge's struggle, took a step with her long legs, and circled Liu Qingge's waist, her chest was close to Liu Qingge's back, her hand grabbed Liu Qingge's, and the cold voice sounded in Liu Qingge's ears, "Let's code words seriously." ”

Liu Qingge, who was hugged by zero gaps, stiffened his whole person, Lord Editor, do you want me to code words or die?

Why not marry?

"Move, do you want me to grab your hand and hit the keyboard?" Jin Mu's voice sounded in Liu Qingge's ears again.

"......" Liu Qingge shrank a little, although he was looking forward to it in his heart, but he honestly returned his thoughts to the codeword.

Gradually, Liu Qingge forgot about Jin Mu behind her, even though the sound of her shallow breathing kept lingering in her ears regularly.

And Liu Qingge also successfully forgot to ask Jin Mu's physical problems, and was confused.

The keyboard sound is not very rhythmic, and sometimes the mind can't keep up with the speed of the hand, so some irrelevant things will be typed out in the hand, and then deleted immediately afterwards until the mind is clear.

Jin Mu was not intoxicated by the content of the new chapters that popped up sentence by sentence, but was immersed in Liu Qingge's seriousness, one after another, and couldn't stop at all, as if she had been poisoned, so in the end, she simply stared at Liu Qingge openly.

She has seen a lot of good-looking people who are better looking than Liu Qingge, Liu Qingge's appearance can only be said to be uncontrollable, and her facial features are not exquisite, but she is very fresh. This is very contradictory, obviously a person with an inexplicable calmness in her bones, but she is so vivid, this is a feeling that is difficult to describe, but she can feel it, standing by Liu Qingge's side, she can feel a kind of freshness that many people can't feel, that is a vigorous vitality, only people who really love life will have.

And now many people regard life as life, as a task and torture, as a norm, but Liu Qingge is very simple, her world is jumping, she lives her life as she wants, even if it is not recognized by the outside world.

But her life is water, which can flow into the desert until it dries up, but she will never accept being held in an oasis by shackles and molds.

Actually, people who follow their hearts are cute, aren't they?

Jin Mu, a person with pure thoughts like Liu Qingge, is the first time she has seen it, she doesn't know why she can see Liu Qingge clearly, maybe it's because Liu Qingge is really a person who can't hide anything, her whole person is transparent, as long as anyone who is willing to take her seriously in her eyes can see what kind of Akagi her heart is.

Serious people are the best-looking, Jin Mu feels that he is going to be a nymphomaniac in front of this face that is not as good as himself.

But it doesn't feel bad?

One morning passed, due to Jin Mu's urging, Liu Qingge, who didn't touch the fish, couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it, 10,000 words in one morning? It's not too scary at speed, but it's not like that!

A person's energy is limited, and a person's ability to concentrate is also time-sensitive, Liu Qingge has always thought that his most powerful record is that he can concentrate for an hour, and his brain is running at high speed, but it will inevitably be a tired process. After an hour, it is not so easy to focus on such a thing, that is, the next fishing period, and it may even be because of the concentration in the early stage, the next one is lax, Carvin.

The former is relatively lucky, touch the fish, touch the fish, anyway, after touching the fish, don't you have to be honest and codeword?

But the latter is better than dead, and readers who have not had a card have no way to imagine what kind of experience an author has like.

There must be people who hit their heads against the wall, because the more they think about it, the more they have a headache, the pain is uncomfortable, and they even want to cry.

Don't ask Liu Liu Qingge why she knows so well, because she has such an experience. [Indifferent face]

Kavin is what every author has to go through, even if it is a great god and a big hand in the industry, there is really no author who has not been tortured by Kavin. And in order to regulate this state, the authors have also emerged in an endless stream of means.

For example, Liu Qingge, the consequence of writing 10,000 words in the morning is that he completely entered a burnout period in the afternoon, and he didn't have any goods in his head, but Jin Mu was still eyeing him and had no humanity, and he asked Liu Qingge to code another 10,000 words.

Editor, this little goblin is trying to squeeze poor her dry. Liu Qingge sat on the toilet and thought resentfully.

Although I don't know why, many people like to relax in the toilet, in addition to physiological venting, many people like to read in the toilet, reading books, than staying in other places is more comfortable.

And Liu Qingge is also one of them, and she not only likes to read books in the toilet, she also likes to find inspiration in the toilet.

At school, she moved a stool into it, and it was naturally better to have a toilet, so she sat directly on the toilet lid and thought about life.

After about an hour of retreat, when Jin Mu couldn't help but break in, Liu Qingge finally walked out of the toilet with a stern face, and then began to sit in front of the computer desk in a very heroic posture.

On the same day, Liu Qingge finished 25,000 days a day, which was considered to have exceeded the task, and he was transferred. Liu Qingge, who has to shout tired from 3,000 a day, looked at this number and felt that his former self was gone, and he really had to wipe a handful of bitter tears when he thought about it.

Although, Liu Qingge felt that on the surface, it seemed that she was on the keyboard, but in fact it was the keyboard on her!

The whole person is not good, her back hurts, and she is already a waste author fungus.

"Good work." Jin Mu gently encouraged Liu Qingge, "The spring breeze is the best." ”

Liu Qingge felt that his blood bar was half restored in an instant.

"I'll take a shower for you and give you a massage." Jin Mu, who had nowhere to do it, picked up Liu Qingge again and walked to the bathroom.

Liu Qingge, who was treated like a little princess, felt that she had been resurrected with full blood.

In the bathroom carried out a and. After the harmonic massage, Liu Qingge Chi. was carried back to the bed by Jin Mu.

Jin Mu used a hair dryer to blow Liu Qingge's hair, and his fingers were interspersed in the scalp, bringing bursts of tingling.

And the heat also blew on Liu Qingge's skin, which was only covered casually with a quilt, mixed with the cold air of the air conditioner, it couldn't be said to be a taste, but in this case, Liu Qingge's head was already comfortably groggy.

The editor-sama is really a good editor. Liu Qingge thought secretly.

When Jin Mu put her in the quilt and then hugged her, Liu Qingge hugged Jin Mu back and said something that he didn't know very well.

"You really don't think of me as a woman."

Liu Qingge said vaguely, but Jin Mu heard it clearly.

Jin Mu laughed and muttered, "Little girl, do you really think you are a woman?" ”

Obviously, the brainwaves of the two did not merge.

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Staying in the hotel for a long time is not a long-term solution, the cost of the hotel is not cheap, even Liu Qingge, who made a small profit a while ago, feels painful.

"Don't code words today, you have a good rest, and then decide where to play, okay?" Jin Mu held a bowl of fruit salad, and inserted a pitted lychee into Liu Qingge's mouth with a toothpick.

Liu Qingge hooked his tongue, and the flesh was safe in his mouth.

The heart is sweet, there is a holiday, and there are editorial beauties on the side, this kind of life is refreshing.

Now people need to be tuned. Teach, at this time, Liu Qingge completely forgot that she used to be able to fish every day, rest at any time, and have a good life of three thousand a day, and she has now 'degenerated' to the point that she has been enslaved for so many days and given a day off so happy that she can't find the north, and she can't wait to hold the editor and sing the situation of conquest with tears in her eyes.

On the only day of vacation, Liu Qingge opened the comment area in the article with his glass heart, and opened the buckle when the little chrysanthemum was spinning.

On the clasp was a bunch of bombing messages. Liu Qingge disappeared for a month, and many people thought that Liu Qingge had become a missing person!

And the latest comments in the comment area can no longer see those comments that want to send blades to Liu Qingge, the author of Yishui is very diligent, well-fed, a satisfying comment, and the cute Liu Qingge can't wait to send out all the manuscripts he has accumulated now.

That's not possible, though.

Liu Qingge replied with a smile and replied to some comments, and then looked at the number jù, there was no movement in the collection, and the clicks on the new chapters were also rising very slowly, and the original number of subscriptions had been reduced to one-eighth, and Liu Qingge didn't want to see it at all, and it was all in vain to make it sad.

The readers who were originally waiting to be fed under the text have also shrunk a lot, and Liu Qingge knows that the next one who will accompany him will also accompany him in the next article, and he can only be one of the eighths of the authors.

Although it was a little bleak, Liu Qingge decided not to cry.

The income also took a look, and then Liu Qingge regretted very much that he clicked on the cheap claw in the background, let you order, and saw that poor income is not congested? Yes?! 〒_〒

Back to the buckle, it was all greetings from friends, and after Liu Qingge replied one by one, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a relief that there are fewer people coming to her for tweets, otherwise she would have to talk about it for a long time.

There are many people who are popular, and there are many ghosts and gods who come to visit Wenhong from all walks of life.

An author who usually can't hit the eight poles came to ask for a tweet, and he was coquettish, and it would be too cold-blooded if he didn't push it, right?

I know a little, but the author who is not familiar with it at all also lies a coquettish and begs the great god to tweet! The spring breeze is great!

Not only does this great god not have a hand, but he also lacks a lot of horizontal and vertical ones. This title is too embarrassing, and the other party's appearance is, you are too cold if you don't push it, right?

But as long as she thinks the writing is good, it's okay to push it, make a good relationship and help a group of newcomers, which is what she is willing to do.

But it feels very bad to be coerced, and some authors who are too ugly have been on her blacklist.

She doesn't have that obligation, and she's not a friend, so she may not have said anything, but you want me to help you with all kinds of help, where did you get such a big face? This is what Liu Qingge wants to roar the most.

There is also this: the spring breeze is big, you write really well, I also wrote a text of the same type, can you help me push it?

Liu Qingge opened a little, looking at the familiar setting, the original routine, Liu Qingge silently swallowed a mouthful of blood.

The gold list has always been the vane of many authors to follow the trend, but the author who came to the original work for this reason is also too big.

Now, her writing has entered a trough, the gold list has lost her figure, and her popularity is no longer there, so those ghosts and gods no longer appear.

She didn't know if she should be happy or if she should cry without tears.

Thanks to the people who have always been willing to support her at this time, sending charcoal in the snow is always more memorable than icing on the cake, isn't it?