Seiichi was depressed.

Literature is not so much a result as a process. In contrast, online articles may be more about bringing results. This is the conclusion of the three million words of the poetry of the street fighter.

In layman's terms, the plot flow she uses is still a foreshadowing, suspense, and reasoning-style story structure, not to mention the brain-burning, and the main reason is the lack of a sense of substitution and coolness, so it is closer to traditional literature.

But even if she understands this truth, Qingyi has used a lot of online text routines and bridges in the latest book, and has received some results, but she always feels that she still lacks something and doesn't know the essentials, so in summary, she is still in a state of hitting the street.

The good news is that after repeated adjustments, Seiichi's magic power is suppressed at a very low level, and as long as she wears a strange hat when she codes, it won't cause harm to the world.

However, at the beginning, it was very warm, and after a long time, it will feel uncomfortable.

It's a pity that there are too many people who have submitted this year.,I had to increase the workload.,Although Qingyi wants to return to the female frequency.,But the female frequency has recently set off a storm of updates.,All authors have to increase the amount of updates.,The number of words determines everything.,The slow update is gradually not recommended.。

So I had to retreat and look at the fantasy group (fantasy editors have something to say), speaking of fantasy classification is also a spell, the same recommendation is not clicked. At first, Qingyi looked interested, but after asking a few writers, he already had a headache.

"Well, do you really want me to study?"

On the evening of June 14, the college entrance examination has passed for a week.

Compared with the summer cold of Qingyang Pavilion, who sweats and plants flowers and picks flowers, Qingyi is leisurely talking on the phone in the room at the moment.

"We're going to be in the third year of high school after the exam next week, compared to me, Qingyi," Shao Jun on the other end of the phone replied solemnly, "It's better for you to study hard." ”

It was natural to anger the princess.

"Then let me write another book in the summer vacation, it's a big deal to pounce on that book?" Fake coquettishness.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, after hanging up the phone like this, Kiyoichi naturally went to a person's room.

The sound of the piano was not interrupted by the sound of her opening the door.

"Why do you think it's my problem," Seiichi naturally found a chair and sat down, "Anyway, there aren't many people who can survive after three million words, okay?" ”

Weiyang's vigilance reacted, and he smelled a hint of something unpleasant.

"It's okay, artist, it's normal not to be recognized, I think it's better to write your style and slowly attract core fans."

"Speaking of which, sister, you haven't seen me for a long time."

"Did I read it? To be honest, Qingyi, because of the memories of Ellie Venne," Weiyang turned around with the lid on the piano and said earnestly, "Now I am not very interested in the genre of [Xiao Fortune], and I lack a sense of expectation, on the contrary, Xiaomei likes this kind of daily style." Why don't you talk to her? ”

"Forget it, I don't agree with her."

"Not really." Weiyang sat aside with concern.

"I don't know each other very well, she doesn't talk to me much, and she usually pretends to be careless."

To be precise, Xin Mei is not clingy, she will only open her online store in her room after school, she has recently started smuggling ingredients from other worlds, and she will delve into recipes on weekends, but she looks a little lost after learning that Weiyang is leaving.

Everyone understands that Weiyang has formed a deep friendship with Xin Mei in a foreign land, but Xin Mei is not embarrassed by the age, race, and identity issues, and even how everyone calls her has to be scrupulous, especially her identity as a light magic envoy Jiudan and a high-level priest of the Templar is here, and Qingyi usually doesn't dare to look at her.

After telling Weiyang about these worries, Weiyang couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you afraid of her? No way. ”

"She's a priest, she'll wipe me out in minutes, right?"

"Don't worry, she's only interested in steamed goose paws now."

Very peculiar interest indeed. In short, a group of non-humans living in the Western-style restaurant gradually became interested in eating, and I don't know what was going on. By the way, even Xia Han has a few specialty dishes.

When Kiyoichi was bored and returned to the room, he saw Xin Mei's figure.

To be honest, the relationship between Ning Ran and Xin Mei is still incomprehensible, they have a very tacit understanding and live together without any unpleasantness, Ning Ran is happy to take on a certain role, but Xin Mei, who is more than 300 years old, is not to be outdone, and the final result of this relationship is who is more profitable than the two. Probably Ning Ran was really tired, so he went out to travel a lot, leaving Xin Mei to live alone.

In addition, there is always a strange but gorgeous atmosphere around Xin Mei, and only people with high mana dare to approach her to talk, which makes people wonder how she has such an aura.

Qingyi was not frightened but naturally greeted her, and just after taking a shower, Xin Mei, who was dressed in white pajamas, thought that something was going on and walked towards her.

"What's wrong, Kiyoichi? What's upset about it? Xin Mei asked.

always feels that Qingyi's unhappiness is a precursor to the destruction of the world, so everyone also pays close attention to her emotional state.

"It's nothing, it's just really amazing, Sister Mei, the last time I saw your male classmate at school, he looked so handsome."

"Isn't it...... I'm just looking for a place to let go, sorry to misunderstand you. Xin Mei shrugged.

Xin Mei's hair is shorter than Qingyi's, it fits the curve of her head well, and her neck is well exposed, but she still can't summarize this girl in one or two words. She will blink waterily when she says cuteness, she will cook when she says she is gentle, the air will explode when she loses her temper when she says fierce, and she will say holy, which is probably the norm of her profession as a priest, but this state will not exceed an hour a day.

But every time he encounters Qingyi, Xin Mei will exude a holy aura, as if a white light will burst out in the next second at any time to make Qingyi disappear.

"Really, super powerful, Sister Mei is really amazing!" Anyway, it's right to flatter her like this.

"Okay, happiness won't take the initiative, if a man doesn't take the initiative, he will go on his own." Xin Mei, who seemed to have found a feeling, smiled slightly.

"That's the reason why the day doesn't work," Seiichi tried to sum up his problem, "Men who take the initiative are too scum, and men who don't take the initiative are too waste." ”

Xin Mei nodded, this is probably the first time that the two have reached a consensus on a certain topic, "But what kind of domineering president, sweet and spoiled such a thing will not happen to us." ”

The conclusion is.

"So Sister Mei also taught me to take the initiative." I always feel that this will solve Shaojun, and no one will stop me from studying.

"No, I can't. Concentrate on the college entrance examination. Xin Mei suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, the air is going to freeze, and in the summer, the corridor on the second floor has become the easiest place to freeze in Chunshen City, and by the way, the water purifier is still not repaired.

All in all, if it goes on like this, it will become Xin Mei's training, and Qingyi will not let go of this opportunity to please her, after all, after Weiyang left, Xin Mei is the strongest person here, and for Qingyi, it is the existence of the ultimate boss.

Upon arriving at her room full of goods, the air was naturally very quiet.

"Hey, try this." Xin Mei took an air-dried flame bird claw.

You see, three sentences are not separated from eating.

"Well, yes, yes," Qingyi hurriedly pushed away, "But Sister Mei, you can help me see it, no one talks about the plot with me." ”

"Oh, then you help me be a model, I can't sell this pile of red crystal necklaces, I can be calm when I wear them," Xin Mei naturally handed over a string of necklaces, "Look at your small figure is really on the photo, I just bought a DSLR last week to take you to the street." ”

The "......" routine is not a routine, but it seems that everyone takes what they need.

"Sister Mei, don't open an online store, change something else, such as opening an online text studio, or a game studio."

"Kind of makes sense," Xin Mei nodded thoughtfully, "There's no need to stock up yet." ”

The tide of battle gradually turned in Qingyi's favor.

"Forget it, I just want to pay the rent well." Xin Mei said again.

Although living in the Xia family, Xin Mei is still self-aware and has the consciousness to work hard and be self-reliant. Thinking of this, Xin Mei straightened up with a serious face.

"What, Sister Mei, isn't the rent just a dollar?" Qingyi held the necklace on his chest and held it in his hand. It's not that she's perfunctory, but I'm afraid that there is something wrong with the necklace.

"Yes." Coming to this conclusion, Xin Mei returned to the table and continued to get busy.

Sure enough, it didn't agree with her, so she lowered her head happily, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

But then again, why does Xin Mei, the daughter of the master who was born in a strange and exotic land, care so much about the earth as an interstellar magician?

There is a saying in the priest circle that compared to the major popes of Earth, the Templar Empire on Zelos (World Zero) is the orthodox priest, but unlike Takanashi, Xin Mei has a disgust for the Templar Empire, which is naturally inseparable from her cold-blooded aunt.

Qingyi, who listened to Sister Weiyang's story about this past, didn't think so.

For some reason, Kiyoichi suddenly woke up.

Happiness will not come on its own initiative, Sister Weiyang began to be less sentimental, and she began to dislike Xiao Xing.

With three million words in his career, he finally understood what it was like to hit the streets.

"Sister Mei." She looked up suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to help you reclaim your inheritance."