()"Little Boundless...... Husband...... My dear...... People are wrong, people shouldn't be angry with you, people shouldn't be angry with you, people shouldn't not answer your calls" Min'er Jiaojiao stood behind Liu Mang's eldest brother with a smile, her green tender fingers kneading Liu Mang's sturdy shoulders, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a dazzling smile from time to time. A mouthful of white teeth dazzled people.

Brother Liu was sitting in a precarious position, his eyebrows locked, and he didn't look at Min'er with his eyes, and closed his eyes to recuperate. The landlord and the old man will also be so virtuous when he collects the land rent.

Min'er covered her mouth and chuckled, so she worked so hard to beat Brother Liu's back, and when she beat it, she found that Brother Liu's old god was there, without speaking and expressionless, like a monk who had settled down and an immortal who meditated. He secretly put his mouth together, "poofed", and put a crimson lip print on Brother Liu's face.

The corners of Brother Liu Mang's mouth couldn't hide a smug smile, and he opened his arms and took Min'er into his arms, the cruel smile of "hehe" and the coquettish smile of "hehe" were intertwined, and then ......

"With Kender chicken, life is a good taste" (the author of this ringtone prefers it, and has used it for several weeks, haha)

The ringtone of the text message covered his ears with lightning speed, cutting and tearing apart Brother Liu's dream...... Ringtones bring a lot of convenience to human beings, but also bring three major sorrows to life, such as being woken up from sleep, being discovered by voyeurism, and being interrupted by zuo love......

Brother Liu's bedroom friend, Xiao Guozi sent a message, which obviously made Brother Liu, who finally had a good dream, sad. However, as the saying goes, if Seon loses his horse, he knows whether he is blessed or not, and the dream of "riding" is broken, bringing a good thing that is not too big or small, a matter of eating.

"Six o'clock in the evening, the old place, everyone has a meal, long time no see. Let's please. ”

Liu Mang was moved for a while, and felt that someone had invited him to dinner, and his empty belly was settled. I excitedly abandoned the good idea that I was going to eat beef noodles at noon today.

"桀~桀~桀~桀~" sneered, and the cockroaches on the ground rushed and got into a pile of socks on the ground, not knowing what bad things the owner of the house had done.

Turn on the computer, hey, a burst of pride, Brother Liu's debut novel "Rebirth I Am Gargamel" was approved for upload, through the so-called editor, the actual machine qì people review. So far, the career of Liu Mang, a generation of Internet rogue writers, has truly and officially opened the fig leaf.

The first time I uploaded my work, Liu Mang's excitement was a. It was as if the red sè hairy grandfather was waving to him, beckoning and winking. Recruit him chūn heart ripples, heart ape is a horse, and the face is sècháo red.

At present, the whole country is facing a huge employment problem, and the fork literary network has played the banner of making money, which has naturally led countless big whites and small whites to become new writers. There are also more and more new writers as the problem intensifies. There are not 100 but 80 new books in the warehouse every day, and there are countless cattle and masters. In order to show those men as if they were brothers with gold, a chance to turn over, the rookie list was born, well, it's been a few years.

Liu Mang is a novice, so new that even the novice list is curious. Ever since I uploaded the book, I didn't know there was such a thing. I also "carelessly" know that the higher the ranking of this new book, the more opportunities I have to make money.

Reserved is the innate inferior root of people, there are many people who are reserved, and when there is no one, there is no face, let alone any reserve. Comrade Liu Mang, a young literary man at that time, looked at the novice list for a long time with the eyes of when he was studying Marxism-Leninism and other ideas, like a pilgrimage.

"We also want to one day, become a god and become a god, and write a good article." Liu Mang's ambition and bold words blurted out, and his face was not red.

As soon as the words came out, the problem was discovered. Brother Liu searched for a long time on the rankings, but he didn't find out what his book "Rebirth I Am Gargamel", admiring others in his heart and despising himself at the same time, why can't he make a name for himself, can't he really mix up with the popular field of online literature at his own level?

He didn't know, and he was afraid to guess. In fact, that can't be blamed on him, the uploaded book is only about 20,000 words, and it must be 50,000 words to be on the novice list of the forked Chinese network! The hard indicators are not completed, and no matter how dry your eyes are, it will be useless. But this person is just brainless, and keeps glaring at the computer, as if the computer has a grudge against him. Look, look, the monitor is still the tattered monitor, the Chinese characters are not read into English, the book is still the same book, and the ranking is still not related to Liu Mang. Although his current screen name is "My name is seven words." ”

Brother Liu's first day was spent in the rì staring at the rookie list, and even from rì to rì, he wrote less than fifty words. During this period, I smoked half a pack of cigarettes, drank five sips of water, and did not eat. Hungry, why? Someone pleases you at night!

Time flies quickly, as if the body of a tiger shaking is overwhelming. It's another rì rì rì fall, and Min'er still has no news. Liu Mang was helpless, but he didn't think much about it, and if he wanted to solve the problem, he would definitely think more.

Liu Mang's inaction on this day can be determined to be his own lack of ideological awareness. Maybe the text message of the pot also has a little bit of a boost, but we don't know.

Liu Mang, who was in front of him, looked at the computer at exactly five o'clock, estimated that he could get to the old place within an hour, looked at the mirror with a fart, and made himself look like a dog after three or two efforts.

went out to eat, with a solemn expression, like a soldier on a journey......