Everyone is different and believes they are exceptional. I'm not one of them!

Writing frees the mind, lets the soul fly, and with such thoughts, flies. I never check the words after the code, so I lost it and sent it out. Alas! I'm just so lazy, so willful, and I don't repent. You have to leave some mistakes for the reader to spray yourself, and you have to be very confident.

After signing the contract,When I found out that the editor in charge was a soft girl with a Lolita sound,The flirting editor is the first.,The code word is in the back row.,That's what I thought at the time.。

Everyone is different, but you are by no means special.

There are so many sages who have flirted with the editors as their own responsibilities, and the editors in charge of fried rice, what a good soft girl, have been trained by this group of villains to become queens. As soon as I finished speaking, I was put in a confinement room, commonly known as a small black room.

The little black house is not scary, and the whip dripping wax or anything is not scary. As long as the owner of the black house is not an uncle with a black lace beard. This time, I was locked up for half a month.

Then continue to code words and continue to fly, but this time it flew farther. Once the hand was confiscated, it was a little bit of a wave, and it was really only a little bit. One of my texts was hung in the group for four hours. Yellow! Under a short paragraph of text, there is also a stinky salted fish mockery: "This small essay can win the Nobel Prize in Literature." ”

The congratulations of the villains in the group, I have no pride in my facelessness, really.

"Big brother, hello!" Personal news flickered, and when I looked at the person, it was originally one step ahead of me, because the description of the scene was too disgusting, and it was also publicized The unlucky guy, Zang Si listened to the wind "Fire Refining into Immortals".

After a few chats with this guy who came to me to comfort each other, it turned out that we actually saw a tearful fellow. Secretly clicked into his work and took a look, and suddenly lost interest in chatting with this guy.

The progress of the word count of his works is less than mine, but the data recommended by clicking on the collection is 100 times that of me. The gap is so big, even if it's a fellow countryman, my brother doesn't want to talk to you anymore. People are cheap enough to do this, aren't they?

This enthusiastic guy has to continue chatting. How did he look at the work again and again, change it again and again, and even tear it down and start over again.

There is no other reason for success, only hard work and seriousness.

An old face, there really is nowhere to put it.

In order not to lose face again, I began to get serious from then on, thinking about every paragraph and every detail for a long time, and not spending time on the water. (Because I'm in the little dark room)

Queen Lolita (I always feel awkward, it should be a child-faced big breast) is in charge of editing the fried rice girl, but she is actually a person who works very seriously. It didn't dislike us because criminals like me were still renovating in the black house. When I was discouraged, my work was recommended.

With a grateful heart, I began to work an average of six thousand a day. Unconsciously, the number of words is approaching 300,000, and the data is slowly getting better.

Until a reader left a message, the author is big, and the slave thinks you should put it on the shelf. That's when I realized whether I should face the gallows or the fire.

I took a look at my pathetic collection and recommendations and sighed. Who told you to be lazy not to visit around, leave messages, collect and praise each other.

Anyway, my book was originally written about survival and struggle, so readers and the protagonist will go together, and the flame of life will burn more brilliantly.

Thank you again for the silent efforts to edit the fried rice queen.

Thank you for making me feel ashamed of myself.

Thanks to the old villain Zhuge Fengxian's "Diagram Chronicles", there are hundreds of thousands of guys who have saved manuscripts for a day and are leisurely and happy.

Thanks to the mood vest "must not be cowardly", work hard, there will always be a harvest.

Thanks to fate "Dream and Cultivate Immortals", with dreams, I have been working hard.