"I don't have anything. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" she said as she clenched her phone and stood up to leave, since it's okay, of course she has to go back and continue to work on the manuscript, and she can't let herself run naked without a manuscript.

"Then go back, Contract Sadness has good grades now, and it is also a good offering for the magic pen, you work hard." Leng Suran pulled his clothes and retracted his hands.

She naturally felt such an obvious refusal, so she left the room without hesitation.

When she left, she didn't forget to close the door carefully, making sure that no one around was walking towards her dormitory, as for Leng Suran, who pushed away her clothes in the room, fell to the ground, and dark red blood flowed from the hideous wound on her back, she didn't know.

just quickened up the pace and returned to his dormitory, and saw the one-meter-eight dormitory aunt, standing at the door and humming to her.

Even though she was dissatisfied with the aunt's light hum, she still pretended not to hear it, and quickened her pace and walked towards the fourth floor, joking, and the fat and strong aunt theory, she might as well go back and study her contract grief for a while.

But when she arrived at the door of the dormitory, the keys were inserted and the door was opened, and the aunt said at the entrance of the building that someone was looking for you, which made her heart tremble.

The sluggish autumn frost followed behind the aunt like an eggplant, scolding the person who was looking for her ten thousand times in her heart, and she couldn't imagine who would come to her in this night with no fingers.

The aunt seemed to know her thoughts, and her strong body stopped, glared at her and said, "Don't think that this boy is better looking than the previous one, you can mess around, I will watch it." ”

Mo Xiaozao listened and thought about the only few men in his mind, who didn't seem to be close to her.

Listening to the familiar noise, she didn't have to look back to know that she was locked outside by her aunt again, and she didn't see anyone looking for her when she looked left and right, only the dim light and the black darkness.

"Auntie, who's looking for me?" She looked at it carefully, but still didn't see anyone, and pushed her glasses to make sure that there was really nothing in front of her.

"Isn't it right next to that tree? Go over and see for yourself, it's not good to let others wait. The aunt glared at her, turned around and moved a small stool out of the room, making people suspect that she couldn't help the big body of the aunt.

She followed her aunt's instructions and walked to the most remote tree, and looked left and right to see a small dim lamp, not even a ghost.

"Is anyone looking for me?" She let out a whisper, clasping her hands to her body, ready to deal with anything that came her way.

Call.

The hot breath sprayed on her neck, and she subconsciously turned around and punched her fist out, staring at the person squatting on the ground in front of her, her eyes continued to darken, it seems, she is a little familiar with this dress, and the voice is also very familiar.

"Mo Xiaozao, if you grab my recommended position, forget it, and beat me! Do you have humanity or not! Unidentified question, who was crouching on the ground, stood up and looked at her condescendingly.

"Desolate crane night? Where did I grab your referral spot? She said and went down with her voice, as if she had just received a recommendation from the editor, or did the editor say that one of the old authors was competing for it together, could it be that the other author was the desolate crane night?

Cang Desolate Crane looked at her suddenly, obviously knowing what he meant.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed the place where he was beaten, thinking that his name Desolate Crane Night was better than Anxia's coin, of course, he would not say the name of the coin to Mo Xiaozao.

"Didn't you buy the great god's vest? It's good to post directly, why come to me with a recommendation? Staring at the face of the desolate crane night, he stood up and patted the dust, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to open a new article, just use this desolate crane night vest, but I also want to tell you that I have withdrawn the indictment."

"The indictment was dropped?" Mo Xiaozao repeated it again, thought about it for a while, and remembered that there was indeed such an indictment, and she put all her energy and concentration on the contract grief and the annual meeting, but she forgot about this indictment.

However, she didn't think that the Desolate Crane Night would come and tell her about the opening of a new book and the dismissal of the indictment.

The body subconsciously retreated, hit the tree and was put on the ground, frowning and looking at the desolate crane night in front of him, "Since you came here, you won't have such a thing, what do you want to say." ”

She watched as the desolate crane lowered her hand and approached her, smiling across from her with a mouth full of white teeth.

Listening to the desolate crane night said slowly, these are indeed nothing to tell you, but don't you want to know how many grades can meet the conditions for entering the annual meeting? Or are you so confident that your current Wenhui will enter the annual meeting?

The surroundings fell silent in an instant because of these ordinary words, and even the sound of the wind blowing was like thunder.

She looked at the black place not far away, from where the cold wind blew out and blew on her face, and the black was gradually enlarged and magnified in front of her eyes, like a black hole that was about to swallow everything, greedily sucking everything around her and spitting out the fierce wind.

Mo Xiaozao's eyes were hollow, he closed his eyes and stared at the black, and asked tiredly, "What are the requirements?" ”

"The works are thousands of orders and high-quality, and the author level has reached level four or above, of course, level four is also included, but not all of them are eligible to enter." Especially some articles that seem to have good grades, but in fact, they are simply imitations of others who rely on following the trend, and there is no big contribution, only the income from imitation.

Cang Desolate Crane said half of it, and he also knew that if he didn't say the rest of the words, Mo Xiaozao could also guess it, so he simply said half of it.

"I see." She nodded, but she realized that she still didn't know how Quirrell calculated the author level, and she hadn't paid attention to the author level, but now she should take a closer look at how she could reach level four or above.

She can also hear that only some of the four levels can enter the annual meeting, and more cannot enter the annual meeting, or in other words, they cannot receive the invitation to the annual meeting.

"Then you can go back, I hope I can see you at the annual meeting." Desolate Crane Night got out of the way, and unknowingly took out an apple from there, humming an unknown tune as he gnawed it.

Mo Xiaozao hadn't heard this song, but he felt warm.

When she returned to the dormitory, she didn't care what Bai Luohuan and Xiao Wu were doing, she directly turned on her computer, entered her author account and password, and logged in to check the requirements for the writer's level.

10,000 for the first level, 50,000 for the second level, 300,000 for the third level, and 1 million for the fourth level.

As for the 10,000 or 50,000 figure requirements for upgrading, it is simply the money she earns, the real income, and it directly tells her that she has to rely on contract grief to earn one million in half a year before she can enter the annual meeting.

It's not something she can do with hard work.

(To be continued.) )