By the time Jiang Huo finished washing his clothes, hugged the plastic basin, and returned to the bedroom, it was already half past nine at night.

Jiang Huo took the clothes out of the basin and hung them on the balcony.

It's hot right now, so leave them on the balcony to blow overnight and they'll be dry when you wake up tomorrow morning.

Even those camouflage jackets are no exception.

What's more, even if there is no evening breeze, the air conditioner on the balcony is not vegetarian.

The warm wind blows wildly against the clothes all night, and it is difficult to do it if you want to.

Although this practice can be detrimental to clothing, there may be an unacceptable odor on clothing.

But for this kind of camouflage uniform, which will only be worn for a month, Jiang Huo's behavior is the most common practice.

After all, not many people will wear these clothes after military training.

After cleaning up the mess, Jiang Huo climbed into bed.

The one who slept opposite Jiang Huo was still Qian Lei.

"It doesn't matter where you sleep at night? If it doesn't work, come and squeeze it. ”

Qian Lei glanced at Jiang Huo, and like the school's air conditioner, the air outlet of the air conditioner in the base dormitory was still aimed at Jiang Huo's bed.

"Huh? Can it really be? ”

Jiang Huo, who had already gotten into the futon, had an excited look on his face.

Seeing Jiang Huo's expression, Qian Lei suddenly regretted it.

"This ......"

Seeing that Qian Lei was about to change her words, Jiang Huo hurriedly got out of the futon, unceremoniously climbed over the guardrail between the two, and climbed into Qian Lei's bed.

Smelling the tempting fragrance on the other party's body, Jiang Huo was suddenly a little excited, and wanted to rub it against Qian Lei's body.

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Qian Lei immediately stretched out her hand to block in front of her, stopping Jiang Huo's movements.

"Be honest, or go back."

Hearing Qian Lei's serious words, Jiang Huo immediately pressed the little Jiujiu in his heart, honestly lay on the side, and played with his mobile phone.

In the last half hour of the official lights out, Jiang Huo also received a call from Xiaoyuan.

Of course, Jiang Huo made this call from hiding in the toilet. She didn't want her roommates to know who she was.

In the face of Xiaoyuan's request to send a letter, Jiang Huo did not refuse or agree.

Jiang Huo directly handed over his author account to the other party and let her look at it herself.

Because, Jiang Huo hasn't thought about how he should operate this work at all.

Harry Potter is a series of seven novels in fantasy literature. The first six of them use Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the main stage, describing the study life and adventures of Harry Potter in the six years before and after Hogwarts; The seventh book tells the story of Harry Potter as he searches for Horcruxes and destroys Lord Voldemort during the Second Witchcraft War.

The series has been translated into 73 languages and has sold more than half a billion copies in all editions, making it one of the best-selling novel series in the world. But when I first set foot on the mainland, the sales of the first three volumes were only a pitiful 350,000 copies.

Jiang Huo didn't know in his heart whether he would be too risky to choose this work. But she believes that as long as the novel can be launched on the global website at the same time, the 50,000 yuan proposed in the contract is set at a target? That's simply a "shameful" number.

Handed over the account to Xiaoyuan, Jiang Huo actually has her own selfishness, if the book really suffers Waterloo in the end, she can also find someone to come out and take the blame.

After all, Wuhuang's pot throwing Dafa is a famous stunt!

Jiang Huo hopes that Madoka can be her own Jesus, not White Lightning.

At ten o'clock, the lights go out.

Jiang Huo happily hugged Qian Lei and fell asleep, but in the magic capital thousands of miles away, Xiao Yuan was very melancholy.

Hanging up the phone, Madoka immediately landed on Jiang Huo's author's backstage, and when she finished reading the four chapters, she was immediately attracted by this story. A wizard in fancy dress, a spotted cat who can transform into a human, a strange owl, and the protagonist Harry, who always wants to be killed.

All of them are deeply attracted to Madoka.

However, this kind of rich European-style magical style novel is completely incompatible with Jiang Huo's previous book "Zhu Xian", and Xiao Yuan can't estimate how much the original Xianxia readers will pass if this novel is released.

According to the ideas of Xiaoyuan and the editor-in-chief, if Jiang Huo's second book wants to achieve a score of 50,000 yuan, at least the type cannot be changed, otherwise, the chance of being planted in the pit is very large.

"It's a problem, the original designed slogan can't be used now!" After Madoka finished reading the first volume in the Jianghuo draft box, a painful look appeared on her face.

The story is good, the pacing is good, and the worldview always feels like something ...... Odd?

"Forget it, leave it alone, hand it over to the editor-in-chief on Monday, and give him a headache."

Madoka glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and it was already past one o'clock at night.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Madoka doesn't have to go to work, so she decided to read all the chapters written by Jiang Huo first, thinking about sleeping.

Following.

Even if it is Saturday today, the military training base is not a holiday, and Qian Lei and her sisters still have to get up on time and receive training.

Although Jiang Huo still has two days to recover, she still has to get up on time, follow the team, and go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Even if he doesn't have to participate in training, Jiang Huo has to stay on the playground.

Although Jiang Huo could sit there and enjoy the shade, she couldn't be chic anymore.

The mobile phone is in her pocket, Jiang Huo only dares to use it secretly, if she is as arrogant as before, I am afraid that she will be unlucky.

Looking at the pieces of figures, Jiang Huo suddenly felt a little bored.

It's really not interesting to continue living the same days.

Jiang Huo's goal in his previous life was very simple.

Work hard to make money, buy a car and a house, marry a fairly beautiful daughter-in-law, get married and have children, and be busy for future generations.

The ideal is not ambitious, and even to those readers in today's headlines, it is simply an act of obscurity.

After all, these readers, more than ninety percent, are bigwigs.

They were able to hang Jack Horse with their bare hands, step on their faces and blind the second-hand owner, and knock down the landlord king with one punch.

But for Jiang Huo in his previous life, this goal is still quite ambitious.

Of course, depending on the height of the station, the view will be very different.

Although the current Jiang Huo sacrificed her little JJ, she was able to say such words like the last one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

"We are all ordinary families, nothing special, at most the house is a little bigger."

Yes, a house of 50 million is ordinary!

The house where Jiang Huo lives now is not measured by money!

If you really want to sell, many people are willing to be neighbors with those big guys around!

Thinking about it like this, Jiang Huo suddenly found that he really didn't seem to have anything to do.

Hey, life, why is it so confusing......

Jiang Huo leaned on the flower bed and counted the ants in boredom.