I thought that the eleventh long holiday would be the most comfortable time since I crossed over, but I never thought that it would be spent like this, Jiang Lai looked back and found that he seemed to have done nothing but code words in the past seven days.

Of course, for the book friends of "Yang God", these seven days have become their happiest days, with more than 300,000 words updated for seven consecutive days, and the book friends exclaimed: The familiar duck egg is back.

In just seven days, "Yang God" rode on the monthly ticket list, opening up the second-place Jun Shao to a gap of as many as 4,000 votes, and basically announced the top of this month's monthly ticket list.

Singularity Platinum Authors.

"The eleventh long holiday of all evils, everyone else is going to hi, for Mao I not only have no rest, but also fight for the old codeword?" King of the Golden Wings.

"Hehe, it means that the street has never known what holidays are, what are Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival? It has nothing to do with me! "Cormorants are also birds.

"Cormorant giant, I'm selling cuteness again, if the third runner-up on the monthly ticket list last month hit the street, then what am I?" Don't take Erha for a wolf.

"I'll just watch you pretend to be forced silently, do you like to sell cuteness these days?"

"What day is today? Everyone is idle! "Jun Shao.

Singularity's platinum author group is usually quite deserted.,After all, they're all great gods.,Code words are the main business.,Water groups or something like to do on the street.,So look at the level of an author group.,Look at the degree of their water group is basically clear at a glance.。

"Capture the wild Jun Shaoju alive and ask for a thigh!"

"Together, Jun Shaoju, it's been a month since I ran naked (without any recommendation), let's push it."

Jun Shao scolded with a smile: "You have to push to find duck eggs to have an effect, and I also hit the street this month." ”

"Hey, duck eggs, it's another wave of rampage during the eleventh day, Alexander." King Jinpeng complained.

Jun Shao couldn't help but say: "You are under a lot of pressure, am I Alexander?" This month, the Yang God is more than 4,000 votes ahead of me. ”

"I feel sorry for my lord for a second."

“…………”

"Anyway, is Lao Wan next door there? Why haven't you dragged the duck eggs into the flock yet? I'm still waiting to hug my thighs. ”

"............" next door to Lao Wan.

"Scared! Lao Wan is here, where are the duck eggs? ”

"I've asked her editor for a buckle a long time ago, but people haven't added me!" Lao Wan next door said helplessly.

To be reasonable, as a veteran editor-in-chief, this is the first time he has been released like this.

“………….”

"By the way, have you noticed that Yang Shen's writing is now in the finishing touch?" King Jinpeng said suddenly.

King Jinpeng's words caused the group to fall silent for a moment.

Jun Shao answered: "There is this trend, according to the current plot trend, the final completion of Yang Shen should not exceed four million words." ”

As a senior god, King Jinpeng and Jun Shao have a very thorough understanding of the number of online texts, generally speaking, online texts, early paving, mid-stage digging, and later began to fill the pits, and the current plot of "Yang God" is obviously beginning to fill the pits.

"Wouldn't it? Yang Shen's grades are so good, isn't it a pity that four million words can be completed? ”

Jun Shao smiled bitterly: "If we can guess clearly, she is not a duck egg." ”

“………….”

In fact, if Jiang Lai was here, she could answer this question, is it a pity that the three million words of "Yang God" are finished? If you talk about the general popular online articles, it's indeed a pity, after all, it's hard to find a god book, and even a great god can't guarantee that his next book will be a hit, so often many online articles begin to repeat in the later stage: leveling, changing maps, and brushing the number of copies.

Of course, this is also the time to measure the pen power of an author, the same is leveling, changing maps, brushing copies, the great god can write tightly, passionate, and the street can only be "water".

But this kind of problem is not a good thing for Jiang Lai at all! There are not too many masterpieces in her mind, just write a book and don't say that it will continue the popularity of "Yang God", at least the hot sale is certain.

Therefore, Jiang Lai is not worried that "Yang God" will hit the street after the completion of the book, on the contrary, the construction of metaphysics and Buddhism system in the huge work of "Yang God", the setting of the world framework is already the ultimate of Xianxia online text, and only three million words can be written with the pen power of dreaming into the gods, how can a small street like Jiang Lai have the ability to modify? She wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Generally speaking, this eleventh long holiday, Jiang Lai had a full and boring life, and when she went back to the dormitory at night, she would even stay at Jiang Yan's bed for a while, and she didn't know how Jiang Yan's little beauty was doing on the eleventh?

On the evening of October 7, Jiang Lai set up the upload chapters according to the usual practice, and rushed back to the dormitory in the last half minute of ten o'clock.

And then..........

Then a few little girls who had just met in the dormitory started a group activity that Jiang Lai hated again - night chat.

Jiang Lai saw through the light outside the window that Jiang Yan's bed was empty.

"Why hasn't the little beauty come back yet?" Jiang Lai couldn't help but think.

"Why didn't Jiang Yan come back? Classes are coming up tomorrow. Liu Xianglan suddenly asked curiously.

Sun Qian snorted jealously: "People are rich girls who go to school in a BMW, and they don't have to squeeze the shuttle bus like us, and it's the same tomorrow morning." ”

“………….”

Jiang Lai turned around on the bed, and then remembered that the person who came to pick up Jiang Yan that day seemed to be really a BMW, although a BMW in the city is nothing, but for Sun Qian in the surrounding counties, they are already a privileged class, Jiang Yan always shows a different place from them, so that a few people and girls are alienated from her in their hearts, but they can't talk about hating the rich or anything, but adolescent girls are often more sensitive, and it should be summed up: You are better than me everywhere, so ......... Playing with you, doesn't it seem like I'm bad? What girl doesn't want to be the center of attention, but is willing to be her foil?

On October 8th, Lin Xiao put down a bunch of A4 papers on the podium, Jiang Lai glanced at the tightness in his heart for no reason, it seemed that he had forgotten the code words in the past few days, but he had just completed the monthly exam before the holiday.

Of course, Jiang Lai doesn't care too much about grades or anything, but if it's too embarrassing, he can't say it, he has crossed over, and if he really takes the penultimate test or something, it's too much to say, right?

"These are everyone's monthly exam transcripts, and I will send them later, but I believe that everyone should also know in their hearts, how well they usually study, and whether they have any intentions, will be reflected in this transcript." Lin Xiao's words revealed a killing intent, which made the students present feel cold.

"Mao Xiaofan"

"Zhang Yi"

When the students returned to their seats, they had different expressions, some were very excited, and some even cried bitterly.

"Jianglai"

When Lin Xiao read this name, all the students' eyes were focused on the tall and thin figure.

"Wait a minute, can Jiang Lai, as the class president, announce the test results?" Lin Xiao stopped Jiang Lai before she was about to step off the podium.

"Uh........... don't want it, everyone is busy." Jiang Lai's face stiffened, and he shirked.

"Oh?" Lin Xiao's eyes were full of cold light.

"Well, since you're so interested, teacher." Jiang Lai sneered.

"Uh-huh, language: 128, foreign language: 117, history: 95."

When the students in the audience heard this, they immediately talked about it, and it seemed that the class leader did well in the exam this time.

Lin Xiao looked at Jiang Lai, who was reading the score seriously, and was angry: "Read, why don't you continue to read?" ”

"Why don't you study how much you have taken the mathematics, physics and chemistry test?"

"Teacher Lin, it's hard to dismantle people, is it really good for you to do this?" Jiang Lai muttered.

"Jiang Lai, Mathematics: 67, Physics: 59, Chemistry: 43, do you want me to continue reading?" Lin Xiao sneered.

The classroom suddenly became lively, and all kinds of eyes began to intertwine on Jiang Lai.

"Okay, if you have any feelings, you can talk to me after class, now let's talk to the class leader of Class 8 about her feelings." Lin Xiao snorted regardless of Jiang Lai's resentful eyes.

"Really?" Jiang Lai said timidly.

"What do you say?" Lin Xiao asked rhetorically.

Jiang Lai picked up the report card and unfolded it, and said slowly: "Ahem, since everyone knows my grades, I have nothing to say, but since Mr. Lin asked me to say a few words, then I said, Mr. Lin, in fact, I have already done well in mathematics, higher than physics and chemistry!" ”