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"You can write it out and find it."

Her eyes lit up instantly, her hand pulled out of her hair, she clicked on the software she wanted to use with the mouse, and then, she wrote her story word by word.

The pace is not slow, and she quickly shapes new plots.

The sadness that lingered in the text made her happy, but she always felt that something was missing, so she had to start reading from the beginning, again and again.

The sentences are smooth and well-groomed.

Where is it?

The sound of mouse clicks echoed through the room, and the steel helmet snorted in Anxia's arms.

An Xia's hand kneaded the claws of the steel helmet, and the body temperature on his body became more and more obvious, just like ordinary people, but he was still rolling up the quilt.

Occasionally his eyes fell on her and sighed softly.

"Anxia." Like a deflated ball, she landed her hopes on An Xia's face, "I, I feel that the way this article looks is what I want to write, why can't I read the taste I want?" ”

"Have you ever wondered who your story is for?"

"Reader."

"But what do your readers look at?"

The sound of her head reflected the reasons why she had always thought something was wrong, too much self-description, and this 3,000-word chapter is generally a shaping of sadness.

Focusing too much on sadness turns this sadness into a different flavor.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I first wrote the story, a person told her that you wrote about heaven beautifully, and heaven is also a place unknown to readers.

Instead, the characters are seen as witnesses to heaven, seeing angels, seeing rainbows, and describing the whole world.

Mo Xiaozao clenched his fist and smashed his head lightly, why did he forget it at this time?

Hold down the mouse to select the full text and delete it without hesitation.

Now she doesn't have the beginning, and if the article she wrote is deleted by Anxia, she will think that she has wasted her labor, but she enjoys the process of pushing down and rewriting an article again and again.

The sound of tapping the keyboard rises and falls, like a unique piece of music.

Combing through the text, Mo Xiaozao successfully coded new chapters within an hour, removing most of the chapters, and doubling the plot.

Sure enough, this time it was much more comfortable to read.

Send the article to Chocolate Glance, and Chocolate replies to her and she can publish.

In front of the computer in the distance, Chocolate's hand held the coffee cup, thinking that the words he had replied to Mo Xiaozao were really useful, and every time the article would be read by him.

He can also see how Anxia is doing from the article thoroughly.

Suddenly, Leng Suran's eyebrows rose, and he felt An Xia's breath, no, it was An Xia's pen.

Leng Suran suddenly raised his eyes with monstrous anger, and replied to Mo Xiaozao without thinking about it, "Rely on yourself to write, don't give me this kind of thing." ”

The unspeakable grievance rushed to her heart, and she tapped the keyboard like a rebuttal.

The index finger hovered over the sending for a long time, and finally landed on the deletion, word by word deletion, and turned off the computer.

Grabbing the mobile phone with one hand, Mo Xiaozao threw himself on the bed, and received the message of adding friends with a ding dong.

Almost instinctively, her finger clicked on her and agreed, receiving that you and want to be friends and you can chat.

I want to quickly send her a mosaic emoji.

Mo Xiaozao was stunned for a moment, "You are?" ”

She didn't remember talking to this person, not to mention that she wasn't even a friend, so it was uncomfortable to be so intimate.

"I'm Momoko, the editor of Mochu Studio." I want to reply to her enthusiastically, introduce myself, and continue to sell cuteness to her, scratching the little cat paws are particularly cute.

"I don't know you." Mochu Studio? This is a place she has never been to after beating her to death.

Mo Xiaozao carefully counted the places he had been to in his heart, and once again made sure that there was no such Mochu studio, and his speech had a bit of a bad taste, "If there is no trouble, please delete it, I don't like to chat with strangers." ”

"I'd like to invite you into our studio." Sensing her dislike, Momoko simply sent out her purpose.

"I don't want to go into the studio." Mo Xiaozao replied to her, opened the contact with a move of her hand and found Peach, and quickly found the word black.

"As long as you are my author, I will give you the full attendance of one thousand thirteen and two."

Her mouse hovered there, one thousand thirteen, as long as she changed ten thousand a day, she could steadily get one hundred and thirty yuan.

This is a great temptation, enough to improve her most extravagant food, which is Ambrosi.

"How often does it take to settle the manuscript fee?" Her heart was tickled like a cat, and she calculated that it was 130 yuan a day, and the money for a month was more than 3,000 yuan.

"You can come over and settle the week." Peaches threw another round of temptation, and the villain with an expression kept shyly shyly sugar.

"Weekly?"

"Well, I can settle for you every Monday, and you can also get gift packs when you update more every month, which are all delicious."

Peach's words hit her heart one by one, making her think of dishes with meat and new clothes.

"I want to think about it." With a messy head, she reached out and turned off QQ, opened the codeword software, and deleted all the articles rejected by Chocolate.

Scenes emerge in my mind one by one, connecting them together to create a clear story.

Closing her eyes and following the story, her fingers massaged her scalp lightly and heavily, and the crispy numb sensation came from her scalp to relax her body.

Mo Xiaozao opened his eyes with high morale, and he had already determined the direction of the story.

Just after writing two lines, Momoko's words made her calculate her money.

Now there is a price for the guarantee, although it is expensive for the studio, but how much can you get? Mo Xiaozao obviously didn't know.

She is the first time she has a guarantee.

Thinking about it, he opened Momoko's dialog box, "I agreed." ”

It seems to be deliberate, Momoko didn't reply to her, the avatar was still online, and even posted a post a few minutes later to publish the manuscript fee.

More than 600, more than 1,000 manuscript fees are clearly in the picture.

She also poked Peaches again, "Are you still there?" ”

Unfortunately, there is still no news.

"Today is almost over." A sentence that was not salty or light, Anxia's arm was on her shoulder, "You haven't been approved by Chocolate yet." ”

"Ahh

Mo Xiaozao screamed and grabbed his hand indiscriminately, and saw the phone on the phone at seventeen o'clock and threw the phone to the bed.

Wanting to celebrate her promise to the studio, she quickly ransacked her wardrobe, most of which were old clothes from a year or half a year ago, so she had to pull out a more outstanding looking clothes and wear them.

When she closed the door, she heard the owner scolding without surprise.

The beautiful eyes were covered by the long curved eyelashes, and the eyes under the eyelashes flashed a trace of discomfort, and the hand grabbed Anxia beside him.