At noon, Jian Tong was nibbling on half a pizza while sitting in front of the computer and continuing to tackle "Women's Strait".

Wearing crumpled pale pajamas, with long brown hair lazily draped over her shoulders, Jian Tong at this time is not always wearing makeup as usual, but she has a little more youthful beauty than when she wears makeup.

"Where did Zhao Nuo run away again...... So boring. She muttered quietly.

These days, my cousin is always running around.,Basically not at home during the day.,Although she likes GALGAME very much.,But playing alone will inevitably feel boring.。

"Hmm, which option do I have to choose here to get into the good route?"

Seeing that the "cute boy" on the screen was coquettish to herself, Jian Tong was a little unsure for a while, and was about to cut out of the game and search on the Internet when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who?" She opened the door as she asked, and saw a middle-aged man she had never seen before, standing in front of the door with Zhao Nuo.

"You're his girlfriend?" The middle-aged man asked curiously.

"No, no, I'm his sister." Jian Hitomi replied.

There is no need to ask what happened, just by smelling the smoky wine, you can know that Zhao Nuo has drunk too much. Strangely, he was normal except for a slight reddish face, and there was no sign of drunkenness at all.

Noticing this, Jian Tong was also a little unsure of his reasoning, and asked, "...... him Is it too much to drink? ”

"Hmm." The middle-aged man nodded, looking unruly. Zhao Nuo also immediately nodded vigorously, and the range of movements was much larger than usual, which seemed a little exaggerated.

"It doesn't look like you're drunk." Jian Tong was still a little skeptical.

"I've lived for so many years, and this kid is the weirdest person I've ever seen when he's drunk."

The middle-aged man said and helped Zhao Nuo to Jian Tong, and then went downstairs with a muttering to himself: "I'll leave it to you, I'll go first." I can't stand it, it's scary......"

"That guy talks a lot." Jian Tong watched the figure of the middle-aged man disappear at the corner of the stairs, then turned to Zhao Nuo and asked, "Are you okay, can you go by yourself?" ”

"Absolutely!" Zhao Nuo's voice startled her.

――My cousin looks like a different person, whether it is a deep voice or a "high-spirited" movement, he is like the slightly decadent young man before, it is almost like a new personality.

"You...... Are you okay? Looking at Zhao Nuo's appearance, Jian Tong became even more uneasy.

"It's fine!" Zhao Nuo said with his head held high, and strode into the room with a full body of wine.

After closing the door, Jian Tong looked back and saw Zhao Nuo standing on the sofa with his shoes on, half-raising his arms like a singer, holding his head high as if he had seen some miracle.

This kind of action, combined with his shabby casual clothes, is really full of disobedience.

"I'll go, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Jian Tong was even a little scared.

- What's going on with this kid? It can't be schizophrenia, right? You can't kill anyone, do you?

Just when Jian Tong was thinking about whether to go to the kitchen to get a knife to defend himself, Zhao Nuo finally spoke, still the voice that was extremely majestic, a hundred times more energetic than usual, and with the exaggerated tone, it was like reciting some epic:

"This room is so small!"

……

Hearing this, Jian Tong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood on his face. was about to laugh at Zhao Nuo, but heard him speak again:

"Don't you think so? It was humiliating for us to stay here. ”

"Uh-huh." Jian Tong nodded.

-- Zhao Nuo seemed to be sober, although he used the posture of his speech to talk nonsense, and he really felt a strong sense of shame. But in Jian Tong's opinion, it is actually quite interesting to occasionally see his cousin, who is always mysterious, to reveal what may be the real side.

So, Jian Tong simply sat on the chair in front of the computer desk, waiting to listen to his brother's "speech":

"We still have a long life ahead of us, and we can't always live in a small place like this! You're also unwilling, aren't you? Living in such a cramped hut, eating a broken pizza that cooled down on the way to it, playing GALGAME from morning till night, just to escape reality and not want to wake up? ”

"It's quite rhyming, not bad." Jian Tong clapped his hands and applauded.

If he didn't know that Zhao Nuo was drunk, he would probably really be moved by his "speech". But it was already clear that his younger brother was "playing drunk", Jian Tong really couldn't get up, so he could only hold back a smile and listen to Zhao Nuo continue:

"You're a writer, I'm a gamer, and we all have more freedom in our work, but that doesn't make us poor! On the road to pursuing your dreams, if you don't take steps, how can you know if you will succeed? ”

……

At this time, Jian Tong, who knew that his younger brother was talking nonsense, actually had a subtle resonance in his chest. She raised her head just in time to see Zhao Nuo pointing at herself with his right hand and yelling loudly:

"I don't know what you think, but for me, no matter how sad I am, no matter how much I fail, I have to finish the path I have chosen! Even if I don't know what awaits me at the end, I'm going to finish it! ”

"It doesn't matter if I walk on my knees, even if I crawl on the ground, I will definitely persevere until the day I reach the end!"

"Even if the cold walls are waiting at the end, I will accept it! Because until that time, I didn't know I was on the wrong path, didn't I? ”

"Persistence is the only thing I can do!"

"So, I'm going to be the best gamer on the planet!"

After Zhao Nuo's speech, Jian Tong finally couldn't help but applaud again. This time it was not perfunctory, but I wanted to cheer for my cousin from the bottom of my heart.

The speech just now was really very infectious, and it was comparable to that of a professional orator. Any speech Jian Tong had ever heard in his life was not as shocking as Zhao Nuo's speech.

At this moment, Jian Tong's heart was also surging and his blood was boiling, he looked down at his hands, and secretly swore in his heart:

"I also want to practice my writing well and become an ace writer of youth literature!"

Now although he is a relatively stable full-time writer, he even has his own small column in the magazine. But compared with those big-name writers, there is a big gap in terms of writing, story and popularity.

- If they can, why can't I?

- What's the use of messing around? To do it, you have to do it to be the best! That way you won't be left with regrets, right?

Since getting acquainted with the editor, Jian Tong, who has always had the idea of "as long as you don't starve to death", has the urge to work hard again, and immediately rushed into the bedroom to take out her laptop, open WORD and start coding.

At this time, she has picked up the dream that has been sealed for a long time after entering the society:

"Become a real writer of youth literature and bring the best love stories to girls!"

From that day on, the lazy writers who were always sent in at the end of the month and who were always sent back by the editor for revision disappeared.

And the fanatical writer who first stepped into the circle of youth literature, wrote ten manuscripts a month and submitted them to ten magazines, and worked hard to the horror of Cheng Dù, is back!