ps: I'll change the previous chapter later.

Half an hour later, the food delivery staff delivered the ordered meals, and Chen Hua and Ni Shangjin began to code their own words after eating.

It's on the shelves in five days! Chen Hua didn't want to explode without a manuscript.

The two of them haven't been out for four days. Lunch and dinner are ordered, during which someone is asked to change a bucket of water, and the rest of the time the two are coding words, and even have very little time to talk, only to chat two sentences when eating and sleeping. They talked about issues related to writing novels.

At ten o'clock in the morning of the fourth day, Chen Hua was wearing a mask and a gray sweatshirt, leaning against the iron wall of the elevator at this time, holding the packaged soybean milk and steamed buns in his left hand, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a tissue in his right hand, and his panting voice was a little short.

In the past four days, every day is either a code word or a code word. Writing on the sofa all the time is not only boring, but also very harmful to the body. No, Chen Hua got up early at half past six this morning and went for a morning run downstairs.

Back in the share house, Ni Shangjin also got up early today, and was already sitting on the sofa and started to code.

Ni Shangjin stopped the movement of the code word, sat up straight, put his hands on his thighs, and said with surprise on his face: "You just went out to exercise?" ”

Generally, full-time writers rarely go out to exercise, and every day they rarely go out except for code words, and even the door is rarely out. A writer like Chen Hua, who loves to exercise, is a rare species in the online literature world.

Chen Hua took off the mask, put breakfast on the table, and took a few sips of water from the cup. Then he sat back on the sofa and replied: "It's not good for your health to stay at home every day, you still have to go out and exercise from time to time, otherwise your body will collapse for a long time." ”

Ni Shangjin is also thinking about the topic of Chen Hua, she has been writing books full-time for three years, and now her body has fallen into some problems of different sizes, and she should also exercise. She raised her head and looked at Chen Hua and asked, "Are you still going out to exercise tomorrow morning?" ”

Chen Hua put down the water glass and said lightly: "Of course, do you want to be together?" ”

Ni Shangjin nodded with a wooden expression and replied: "Let's go together." But you'll have to call me tomorrow morning. ”

"Yes." Chen Hua took out a bottle of soy milk and two buns from the plastic bag and pinched them in his hand, he looked at Ni Shangjin and said, "Let's have breakfast first." ”

"Thank you~" After getting along with Chen Hua for so long, Ni Shangjin has also let go a lot. For him to invite guests to dinner, Ni Shangjin was not so restrained, reached out and picked up the soy milk and buns in his pocket and began to eat.

After breakfast, Chen Hua opened his laptop and put it on the shelves at 0:00 tomorrow morning. For some reason, he was a little apprehensive.

In fact, the shelf is like the college entrance examination for high school students, which is an assessment that determines the future of the author

Listing, which is also known as opening paid chapters. This is a process that every signed author will meet, and at the same time, it is also a hurdle to divide strength.

In the 'Taixia' online literature world, there are three layers of hurdles on the shelves. Authors with an average of less than 2,000 are generally self-deprecating street writers. Above the boutique, that is, the kind of writer with a fixed income of more than 3,000 and a stable income, is ridiculed as a great god by this group of writers with a fixed amount of 2,000.

The third hurdle is a watershed in the online literature industry. Authors with more than 8,000 equalizers can sign a great god covenant with the novel website, which is what the author calls a deed of sale. The number of years of contract binding to the author can be as little as two or three years, and as many as ten years. This kind of author has a stable annual income of more than 200,000 yuan, and there will be a tilt of recommended resources.

Chen Hua looked at the hundreds of chapters in the author's background and in the manuscript, and his eyes were uncertain. In his previous life, he wrote books for more than ten years, and he didn't get the best book about a great god, and there was still a line away from the boutique. In other words, he is an author who has been on the street for more than ten years.

Now that he is about to step into this life-and-death situation, Chen Hua has some hope and some fear at the same time. He was afraid that he would not be able to meet his wishes and let himself become a street writer in the future.

He stared at the screen and thought for a long time, and finally closed the browser and entered the [Momen] readership.

A group of readers heard a few days ago that the book written by Chen Hua was about to be put on the shelves, and now it is only a day away from the shelves, and a group of readers are in full swing in the readership.

[Tomorrow "Breaking the Sky" will be on the shelves, how much are you going to reward? ] 】

[Needless to say, it's red. 】

[I'm still a student, and I don't have that much pocket money, just enough to subscribe.] 】

[From the beginning of the fight to the present, I haven't rewarded once! ] Just wait for Dou Po to hit the shelves and reward one alliance leader at a time! 】

[You are all local tyrants, the student party said that you can't afford to hurt, all pay respect! ] 】

Looking at the readership group one by one readers shouting to make him red, Chen Hua breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and was also relieved, he put his hands on the keyboard and began to type [Thank you, brothers, how do you care about Dou Po on the shelf. I hereby promise that tomorrow one alliance leader will add one change, and if there is no increase of five hundred, I will add one change. What do you think? 】

[Moyu, do you have enough manuscripts? There are no more than 100 chapters to save tomorrow, I'm afraid I can't resist it~]

[Tsk, do you have enough manuscripts? 】

[We'll let you burst your liver tomorrow.] 】

[Sit back and wait for tomorrow Moyu owes hundreds of chapters. 】

Chen Hua opened the author's background, took a screenshot of his saved manuscript, and then sent it to the readership.

[, there are really more than 100 chapters saved! ] 】

[Moyu, how long have you been saving! ] There are so many manuscripts, this is against the sky! 】

[Tsk, I'll let you spit it all out tomorrow.] 】

[Sit and watch Moyu add more to vomit blood tomorrow.] 】

Chen showed a smile on the screen, and typed a line of words on the keyboard with both hands and sent it out [I have twenty chapters scheduled for tomorrow, if you want me to spit out all the manuscripts, it depends on my own ability. 】

[Wait, tomorrow will give you red!] 】

[I have charged 1,000 yuan to the end of the client 'picture', and I'm waiting for the explosion tomorrow! ] 】

[I'm going to pull someone to subscribe to you tomorrow, and I'm waiting for you to update tomorrow until I vomit blood.] 】

Ni Shangjin will have a new book on the shelves tomorrow, and now the mood is erratic, and the mood of the code word is almost zero. She looked at Chen Hua with a worried look on his face, and asked with some curiosity: "You will also be on the shelves tomorrow?" ”

Chen Hua raised his head, his eyes revealed a little surprise, he looked at Ni Shangjin and replied, "Yes! He turned around and asked, "You're also on the shelves tomorrow?" ”

Ni Shangjin nodded, pulled her hair with one hand and said with some annoyance: "Yes! It's 0:00 tonight. ”

Ni Shangjin lay on the sofa, looked up at the sky and muttered: "The tens of thousands of words in front of the shelves are all written according to the writing method you said, and I don't know if it will help the shelves."

Chen Hua replied with a smile: "At least a little, don't worry." "Just kidding! Chen Hua handed over all the writing skills of Ye Feiye and Su Xiaonuan in his previous life to Ni Shang Jin, if it has no effect on the shelves, it will be a problem with the subject matter.

Dou Po is about to hit the shelves? This is an eye-catching topic, with 280,000 words. During the period, there were a total of eight site recommendations and two client recommendations. Now there are more than 500,000 clicks, 200,000 recommended votes, and 120,000 favorites.

Tomorrow, Dou Po will be on the shelves! Many people have already discussed the 'summer emptiness'.

[The author of Dou Po seems to be a budding newcomer, do you think he will be a god in a book? ] 】

[This is not good, the results of Dou Po are really terrifying, and they are more than the diamond gods who opened a new book in the past few months. Maybe this book will be ordered by tens of thousands. 】

[In my opinion, tomorrow's subscription to Dou Po is absolutely scum. 】

[I didn't want to read it after reading two chapters, it's too white. I always feel that he is brushing that number jù! 】

[A few days ago, wasn't Tianyi brushing results discovered? ] has been forced off the list, if Dou Po has also brushed it, it will definitely be off the list. In my opinion, Dou Po did not brush. 】

[I said you don't go to codewords, why are you discussing other people's books here?] Instead of discussing other people's achievements, it is better to have your own down-to-earth codewords! 】

[Upstairs stupid-, confirmed.] 】

[If the writer can't pretend to be forced, what's the difference between it and salted fish!] 】

On this day, Chen Hua and Ni Shangjin were not stable, and they were both worried about tomorrow's first order.

Tonight, a bright moon shines brightly on the earth. The heat wave, which was still raging during the day, was replaced by a cool breeze.

Chen Hua held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, lying on the balcony railing, looking into the distance.

Jin District is a relatively backward community in the capital of Tianfu, there are no gorgeous facilities here, and there is no beautiful night scene like the imperial capital, and the people who live in it are either migrant workers or students. Because of economic problems, they are very energy-efficient, and at night, standing on the windowsill and looking out, it is dark

"Drink?" Ni Shangjin held a cup of hot coffee, stood beside Chen Hua, handed the coffee over, and said in a gentle tone: "Coffee can relieve stress, drink some." ”

Chen Hua took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, reached out to extinguish it, and threw it into the trash can beside him. He took a few sips of the hot coffee that Ni Shangjin handed over, and then slowly took a sip of it

This cup of coffee is silky in the mouth, and there is no bitter taste, but a little sweet.

"Tsk." Chen Hua put the coffee down, looked at the rippling brown liquid inside, and smiled: "This coffee is quite delicious." ”

Before Ni Shang Jin could explain, Chen Hua had already drunk all this cup of coffee into his stomach, he put the coffee cup on the balcony, took a breath of hot air and looked back at Ni Shang Jin with a confused face and asked, "What kind of coffee is this, it's delicious." ”

"This is" Ni Shang Jin showed a distressed expression on her face, and she replied slowly: "This is pure coffee, which has a great effect on refreshing, I originally wanted to drink this cup with you, but you actually drank it all, you don't want to sleep tonight." ”

Chen Hua picked up the coffee cup on the balcony again, looked at the remaining brown liquid inside, and asked curiously: "Isn't pure coffee bitter?" ”

"I'm afraid of suffering." Ni Shangjin scratched her head and said helplessly: "So I put five sugar cubes"