Twelve o'clock in the night.

Jiang Huo sat in front of the computer, his left hand on his cheek, and his right hand unconsciously tapping on the computer desktop.

This is a common problem of some street fighters, who tap the keyboard nearly 50,000 or 60,000 times a day, and in the long run, as long as the palm of the hand is on the table, the fingers will subconsciously tap.

After uploading the article, Jiang Huo opened the penguin and took a look, and Jiang Zetian's little smashed her to leave a message, saying that she would leave at about nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Longevity! Leave so early! It's like a life!

Since the river fire crossed, there has never been a precedent for getting up before twelve o'clock!

After casually browsing the webpage, Jiang Huo took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The world in front of me is a blur.

Three meters away, hermaphroditic; Five meters away, six relatives do not recognize; Ten meters away, there is no distinction between humans and animals.

That's right, myopia is so scary.

What's more, Jiang Huo is still severely short-sighted, and now sitting here, she can't distinguish the key numbers on the keyboard dozens of centimeters away. This is also the main reason why the predecessor has never fought Jiang Zetian.

Once Jiang Huo was robbed of her glasses, it was equivalent to being blinded by Timo, but unfortunately she was not Li Qing and could not achieve her dream with her hands.

If you have to find someone for yourself, Jiang Huo feels that she is Miyamoto Ruri.

The lady of a large family is severely myopic and even walks without glasses. In terms of height, Jiang Huo is so much better than Liuli, but he is not too tall, only one meter six and five. The point is that Jianghuo, like Miyamoto Ruri, has no uneven curves......

If Jiang Huo didn't have a wealthy family background, with her kind of capital, she would only be able to rely on Yan to eat.

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That's right, Jiang Huo is so shameless.

Freshen up and lie down in bed.

Jiang Huo played with her mobile phone, and she didn't sleep at three or four o'clock on weekdays, but now she didn't feel sleepy at all.

After flipping through it casually, Jiang Huo found that in the notification bar of his mobile phone, N messages suddenly appeared, all of which were sent by the Writer's Assistant APP.

Very good! Little smashed, you managed to get daddy's attention!

Jiang Huo opened it with curiosity, and in addition to the 99+ voting information, there were more than 20 book review messages.

Someone still posts a book review so late? Are you listening to Ah Mei's three days and three nights?

Hey, you said that these readers, just read a novel and self-esteem, why do you want to leave a message to praise me, I'm so embarrassed. You can also keep these excitements, and when you change your state, you can directly reward a thousand Golden Alliances, how good is it?

O Qianmeng! That's the treatment of a certain platinum god.

Although Jiang Huo's family is well-off, his monthly pocket money is also limited.

After all, Jiang Huo's father's surname is Jiang Bu Wang, and he will not give her 500 million and let her go out for twenty times.

Jiang Huo didn't stop YY in her mind, and she narcissistically clicked on the book review.

Sure enough, as she expected, a series of praises were mixed with a lot of urging news.

"Hey, my hard work has been recognized by everyone, which is really a very fulfilling thing." Jiang Huo stroked his chest very satisfied, with a smug expression on his face: "It's a pity that although this sense of accomplishment is refreshing, it is still comfortable to live a leisurely life." ”

What the? You say I'm plagiarizing?

Ahh I copy books with my own skills, and you don't accept it to bite me!

After flipping through the book review, the smile on Jiang Huo's face became even bigger.

However, just as Jiang Huo was about to finish flipping through it, a string of eye-piercing words appeared in Jiang Huo's sight.

[Night Whisper: What kind of bullshit article is this? The protagonist is so weak, and he has to be abused constantly, and Buddhism and Taoism are resting? Even the cultivation system is chaotic? And, here's the starting point! Here is the classification of Xianxia, what you wrote is a bloody romance drama, what do people think? West Lake Huang Ji, garbage author! 】

Flower rub!

There are trolls.

Jiang Huo had full psychological preparation before choosing this novel.

After all, a novel cannot satisfy everyone, whether it is Xiao Da's "Zhu Xian", or Tudou's "Breaking the Sky", even if it is Jin Lao's novel, there will be some black fans.

Even in previous lives, there were many people who hated this novel.

However, what Jiang Huo didn't expect was that before he was in the recommended position, some people began to spray themselves in the book review area.

Isn't there something wrong with this rhythm?

Jiang Huo thought for a while, quit the writer's assistant, opened the starting point APP, and found this post in the book review area.

[Night Whisper: More than 3,000 clicks, there are more than 56,000 recommendation votes, what a garbage brush! 】

Spraying this book is rotten, Jiang Huo can bear it, after all, this is not a novel written by himself.

But spraying her garbage brain-wreck, Jiang Huo was a little angry.

Of course, there is a more important point, Jiang Huo didn't make the list at all, why should he put this black pot on my head?

If you want to spray, you should also spray those "cute" (emphasis added) readers who send red envelopes to the book!

Thinking of this, Jiang Huo suddenly moved his hands, and his two thumbs frantically tapped on the mobile phone screen.

It took almost half a minute to knock it in a row, and after reading through it, Jiang Huo immediately pressed the send button.

refreshed the interface, and under this post, Jiang Huo's message really appeared.

【Jianghuo: *****************************************************】

Well, it's good, it's good.

Jiang Huo stared at the screen with great satisfaction.

After continuing to rummage through the book review area, and seeing that there were no spoignant posts in it, Jiang Huo turned off his phone and prepared to sleep. Anyway, she wrote the novel just to deal with the system, and if the system didn't issue any follow-up tasks, Jiang Huo would definitely give the novel directly to the eunuch.

What the? You say it's a masterpiece?

There is no such thing, where is there any god in this world.

What the? You say you've failed the readers who supported you?

does not exist, in this world, how can the reader become a master.

I don't see, in my previous life, the Internet was full of cursing words about the rich and strong old thief, but when the old thief announced that he had no money to play mahjong and needed to republish it and cheat money with drafts, there were still so many people holding up banknotes to buy the old thief's single book.

So, well, the readers are all shaking M. Don't worry about the other party abandoning the book.

Jiang Huo, who had no psychological pressure, lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

In Yudu, China, a young man is sitting at a computer desk, frowning, staring at a shiny display screen.

"Hey, what do you mean by so many stars? Could it be that it's all swearing? Shielded the dot mother? The young man kept touching his chin and tugging at his beard.

He is the night proverb who posted and sprayed books and garbage, scolding Jiang Huo for swiping tickets.