The first thing Bai Ye did when he woke up was to pick up his phone, open the writer's assistant, and look at the data.

His task is simple, which is to count the water words.

Before meeting the two seniors, he still had great expectations and listened to their stories.

I thought there would be at least a dozen chapters of water.

But those two went against him, as if they had accepted their fate, and only explained a few words inconsequentially.

This makes him very passive.

When Bai Ye saw the update and data of the novel, his eyes were watery and he couldn't help but start doubting his life.

He worked so hard, but that strange salted fish only changed one chapter.

This will take the year of the monkey to complete the book.

Bai Ye didn't know whether to be happy or worried, it stands to reason that the longer it dragged on, the happier he became.

But the premise is that you can mix up your personal appearance.

But knowing that all this is fake, and it's all words, he is still in the mood.

After a few days of salted fish, he finally cheered up.

For the past few days, he has been thinking about a question in his mind.

Fiction is storytelling.

Tell some stories that readers and grandfathers are interested in, and the text is witty and humorous, and someone must read it.

But he doesn't have any stories to tell, he just has the memories of White Leaf 2.

And White Leaf No. 2 is a loser in his eyes.

What interesting story can a loser have.

Of course, this is not the key, Bai Ye thought that the main problem was still from that strange person.

After that short 'exchange', Bai Ye probably understood the person's thoughts.

He likes to read novels, and he can't wait to spend all his time reading novels twenty-four a day.

When I first wrote novels, maybe it was just because of a shortage of books or something.

But I didn't expect to sign a contract, I had some ideas, and I wanted to make a little money.

Human nature, this white leaf can understand.

But the problem is that person is a salted fish, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.

As an online writer, I don't even have the most basic diligence, let alone talent.

The ending can be imagined.

Hit the streets.

After TJ, there is this novel again.

At the beginning, I was quite passionate, but I didn't write a few chapters, and the old mistakes were made again.

He considers himself an inspired writer, and he reads a lot of novels and is a routine, and he wants to innovate.

In Bai Ye's opinion, he just didn't have a bit of B in his heart, and he thought too much.

I don't know what the hell it's written until now.

There is no such thing as a general so-called main line.

Family, love, revenge, upgrades or something.

And that's not even the scariest of all.

His main line turned out to be a word count, until he thought it was okay, and the number was enough to finish the book.

It doesn't take into account the feelings of the readers' grandfathers at all.

It is estimated that he also knows in his heart that there are not many readers at all, at most, readers who like to read Conan's fandom, who were deceived by the title of the book, and abandoned the text after reading a few chapters.

This is a pain for him!

Especially after he finished reading that strange book backstage, he didn't understand even some of the things he had personally experienced.

It's exactly two things.

He didn't write out about his demeanor NB, one-tenth or two.

Plain hydrology, does he really think that writing bad writing to the extreme is a good article?

Now he can see why the attitude of the two seniors is like that.

This thing is life, sometimes you can't admit it!

Whoever wants him to meet such a strange author, and even steal the scene with himself, the protagonist, he is no one.

Thinking of this, Bai Ye hurriedly looked at the writer's backstage manuscript, with an expression that was really like this.

Another half chapter of crazy water.

After hesitating for a long time, Bai Ye didn't drop the phone.

Because he knew that there was no point in him doing it.

It only takes a few keystrokes for that strange thing to appear, and the phone will appear in his hand intact.

Looking at the automatic code words on the mobile phone, Bai Ye's expression became more and more strange.

He didn't dare to complain casually now, let alone what he was interested in, and if he did that, it would damage the image he had left.

I can't see it, I don't get upset, and the white leaves are as if nothing happened.

But a new thought popped up in my head.

Does that weird really exist?

Or maybe it's all like they say, it's just their game.

It is to create godlike power.

If this is true.

If you don't go crazy, you can't be a demon.

They're going to drive me crazy!

"It's not a good thing on either side."

"But where is my path?"

Dingding...

The phone rang again.

Bai Ye instinctively turned on his phone and saw a prompt.

Gu Shou Lihua voted for a recommendation.

"Is this true? I read that right! ”

Bai Ye rubbed his eyes.

If this book becomes popular, the recommendation vote alone will be able to water several chapters.

Bai Ye hurriedly shook his head, dispelling this unrealistic idea, he was not that strange salted fish, and he didn't have the habit of daydreaming.

There is no need to plan for the future, so let's grasp the present!

Bai Ye began to play the idea of a recommendation ticket.

Deduct clicks and make his wishes come true.

So what about the recommendation!

Plus a recommendation vote cast by listening to the stars - the whispering sky before.

This has two referral votes.

Bai Ye clicked to deduct the recommendation ticket, this time, he didn't receive a prompt, his body was just warm, just like basking in the sun in winter, very comfortable.

"That's it, I'll go, he *****"

"That's too stingy, isn't it?"

Bai Ye once again dispelled the idea of doing things to death, other novels will not die no matter how they die, and there is the author Baba as a backer.

With Bai Ye's understanding of that person, he will really die if he dies, and it's a big deal to change the protagonist.

In fact, it's not weird, he is not the material for writing cool articles at all, and he can summarize it in a few words by pretending to slap his face.

Those two seniors are the best examples.

No. 1 was already over before he even started pretending.

No. 2 was suppressed and masochized by death throughout the whole process, and it was good to survive.

As for him? Although there is a diva wife, when she remembers that her body is the body of No. 2, Bai Ye can only cry silently in her heart.

He was pitted big.

Fortunately, that strange thing died, otherwise he didn't know how he was pitted to death.

At least now, Bai Ye doesn't know how those two seniors were killed.

As soon as No. 1 took over the task and was about to cross, he hit soy sauce.

No. 2 persisted for a hundred chapters, and in the end he couldn't resist it, and he also crossed...

Follow its routine.

Bai Ye couldn't help but shudder, maybe it won't be long before he becomes the number three, and there will be the number four and the fifth behind him... Give it on top until he finishes the novel.

Bai Ye suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Isn't this another inspirational idea?

10,000 ways to die for the protagonist.

It's a lot of pressure!

As the protagonist of the street fight, if you want to kill one, it's simple.

There are two lessons to be learned.

No. 1 and No. 2, who are in the depths of Shiraba's consciousness, are discussing countermeasures.

"Damn, he realized so quickly, and his abilities are too perverted!"

"So what, we can kill him, but he can't kill us."

"You're sure."

"In his setting, the two of us have already died, how can the dead die."

"He can devour us, or fuse."

"Will you sit back and wait to be devoured and fused by him? We're not weak! Even if he really has that ability in the future, will he have that time? Number One laughed.

"Didn't you think about merging into a god before? Now why do you change your attitude? Two scoffed.

"The premise is that after the fusion, I am the master."

"Huh."

"Is that all you want me to die?" Bai Ye smiled: "It's a pity! Unfortunately, your calculations are wrong. ”

One's face changed dramatically.

No. 2 smiled: "I'm a soy sauce maker." ”

"Yes! You helped him with a few more words. ”

One and Two looked at each other.

It's not light!

It's hard to think of it.