Another day has passed, and there is still not much progress in the article, which means that there are still two days to go, and I have always heard that if the text reaches the dead line and does not deliver the manuscript, it will be locked up in a small black room.

Of course, writers who have always used the speed of writing as a selling point have not experienced it, and this is probably the reason why the things they have written have not sold well.

Miss Wenyu didn't call to urge her today, and with Miss Wenyu's personality, she would probably suddenly come and arrest people to work.

Sitting slumped in the chair, watching the screen turn black and reflecting the haggard self, probably because I have been really exhausted recently, and everything has been concentrated in the past few days.

"Lijiu, can't you write it again?"

"Why do you say it...... It's a painful word. ”

"Hmm...... It's not over yet, huh. Wouldn't that be better? ”

"It's really scary to say that calmly!"

"Lijiu is really troublesome."

"I always feel that you are the most unconvinced ......"

"Lijiu, the exhibition has decided the day after tomorrow."

"Huh? Is it so much early? ”

"Hmm."

Every time I look at Sakura Bai looking up slightly, I can't refuse her request.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Sakura Bai nodded, sat back on the bed and continued to paint.

Is it the next day I turn in...... It's a really tight time. It looks like it's too late.

"Miss Muya."

"Did Sakurahiro miss me?"

"No, I'm going to ask you for something."

"Huh? Please, me? ”

"Can you come and take care of Sakura for two days?"

"Yes, but why should I take care of it."

"I'm going to go to the publishing house to be locked up in a small black room, otherwise I probably won't be able to make it to the art exhibition."

"I really like Sakura. I got it, I'll be right over. ”

Why do people like to think about these things every time......

"Sakura, I'm going to work for two days, can you ask Miss Muya to take care of you for these two days?"

"Hmm."

"That's good."

After Miss Mu Ya came, I went to the library and greeted Miss Wenyu on the way and said that I wanted to go over. Maybe Miss Wenyu was quite surprised, after all, even the text was directly sent to the electronic version, and I was not forced to go to the library.

"Why did you come here today, do you want to show off this story? That's for sure, for the best. ”

"I'm planning to work in the library for two days......"

"In order to stay with me for a while longer, you are so desperate."

"It's for Sakurahaku's art exhibition."

"In this way, looking at such an innocent teenager, I have the urge to fall in love."

"What are you talking about! There's no such thing! ”

"Okay, okay, anyway, I just care about how the manuscript is written."

"What an overstatement."

"So, where are you going to work?"

"Little dark room."

"Tut-tut, it's worthy of a writer who uses the speed of updates as a selling point, I haven't experienced the horror of the little black house, and I actually want to try it so much."

"I guess it's not that scary."

Miss Wenyu smiled and took me to the little black house, how to say, is it worthy of a small black house. It's the same as confinement, or more accurately, it's the same as going to jail.

The iron railing above opens a gap, and there is a delivery opening in the middle of the door. The refrigerator in the corner of the room is full of energy drinks.

"It's really convenient to see writers with deadlines offering to come here. Then this is where you've been working for the next few days, call me when you're done, and I'll let you out. ”

Miss Wenyu locked the door with a smile and went out, immersed in the darkness, the only light was the computer in front of her, which was a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.