Little York went offline after parting with everyone, and the smile on his original face slowly disappeared. Although Radish and Iron Head specifically avoided him when discussing it before, whether it was Radish thinking that he was hiding and Iron Head thinking that he was whispering, it was just self-righteousness. As an editor who has signed a formal employment agreement, his knowledge is not comparable to that of a radish in college—the iron head is not in his consideration. To be honest, although as the only editor in the entire editorial department to obtain an open beta account, Little York is an irreplaceable role for the entire editorial department, and even the entire magazine, so ordinary intrigue cannot fight him. But there is a good saying, I have never eaten pork and seen pigs run, little York naturally knows that human nature is selfish, so when Iron Head and Radish consider it from their own point of view, they are willing to give up going to the nearby village to rest and go to the distant city, so that Little York's heart still brings some touch.

It's just a game, although it did make me a little sad at the time, but after walking on the road for a while, it eased up. Just after relieving himself, he saw the two secretly discussing something that they thought were hidden, so that little York couldn't say anything, so he could only follow the script of the two of them.

Stretching his waist, instead of lying on the bed thinking about these things, it is better to take advantage of the previous sadness that has not subsided, and quickly drive the video out. This time, I was able to shoot a lot of good footage.

Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the progress bar of the video data export in the helmet, Little York, who would have washed and cooked at this time, sat quietly at the table this time, all kinds of pictures flew and collided in his mind, and inspiration came wave after wave, constantly slapping his brain, this time the surging inspiration made Little York completely forget the time, and when he came back to his senses, the video had already been imported, and even because he had not operated the computer for a long time, he fell into a screensaver state.

How long has it been? Little York, who had been slumped in his chair, sat up, but his body was so stiff that it hurt to tear. He grinned and waved his hand, stood up and did a few more movements he learned from the game to warm up, so that his already stiff waist could move. At this time, I had time to take a look at it: it had been more than an hour, little York shook his head, it was past the usual time for breakfast, little York didn't feel hungry, moved his fingers for a while, and decided to make a video first, and then wait until lunch time to eat.

Taking advantage of the burst of inspiration, little York accepted the video taken during the game's pension from other friends, and at the same time opened his editor and began to edit the video bit by bit. Because other people's videos need to be watched by themselves before they are screened, and they have to edit the videos they shot before, plus they have to translate themselves, the workload is really not low. When he was still making videos, little York naturally didn't feel it, but after he finished making one, his stomach began to rebel, and he kept cooing.

Little York was choked with hunger - after all, let alone eating lunch early, it is estimated that people who go to bed early have begun to prepare the ingredients for dinner - looking at the four o'clock in the afternoon displayed by the wall clock hanging on the wall, little York fell into the philosophical triquestion of "who am I, what am I doing, and what will I eat tonight".

However, these three problems that have troubled countless people for a lifetime are not something that Little York can solve, the biggest possibility is not to become a philosopher himself but to starve to death Little York got up and walked directly to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, looked at the toast slices and milk placed in it, and couldn't wait to use the roasted toacha, directly grabbed two slices and stuffed them into his mouth, ketchup, cheese, butter or something is not in Little York's thinking now. After eating the remaining slices of toast, he suppressed his rebellious stomach, and poured more than half a carton of milk, and little York exhaled happily.

Walking back to his desk, Little York looked at the video that had been packed, casually sent it to the editor-in-chief's mailbox, and then turned and walked into the kitchen. Little York, who had eaten half full, finally began to prepare a dinner for himself. Let's cook pasta, if memory serves, I still have some bacon that I didn't finish last time, plus two fried eggs, and the milk that I opened before has not been drunk, and I just right.

Little York, who was thinking like this, didn't see the flickering of the mobile terminal that was muted by himself. On the other side, the editor-in-chief who waited for a long time and didn't answer could only sigh helplessly, opened the compressed package and began to watch the video sent by Little York. Although before opening it, the editor-in-chief looked at it with a critical eye, but he didn't want to look at it, the editor-in-chief was also attracted by the story in Little York's video and watched it. After the video was played, the editor-in-chief took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: Little York has not moved recently, judging from this video, it is estimated that the little guy is learning how to write a screenplay, this video will be attracted even if he is used to seeing routines, how those audiences will react, the editor-in-chief can think of it even if he closes his eyes. Humming slightly, the editor-in-chief posted the video. As for the rest of the matter, let's wait until the results come out tomorrow.

Although the editor-in-chief also saw that Little York's video had undergone a metamorphosis, and the video made was more attractive and could detonate all the current "Tel'an" videos, but he didn't expect that this video was not just a cannon battle, but a big Ivan. In an instant, the whole person who paid attention was attracted to Little York.

Little York ran home after eating, saw that the video had been released, clicked on the comments casually, and was shocked by the hot comment area. "Damn, this NPC is absolutely amazing!" Little York looked at the latest comment: "Look at this detail, this action, it's just like it's real!" "This realism, you say it's an anti-war documentary." His comment section also contained these comments: "It's a spike in all the games." ”

"Why do I think it's going to be crying?" "Look at the crying, wait for me, let's cry together." ”“+1”“+2”

"Look, I took the part from 5:20 to 6:44, how about it?" "you, you've found a real person? God begs for thighs!" "Can there be a contribution here?" Even some people who were far away from the Nimitz Empire sent private messages to ask about the submission.

Little York smiled and replied to all those who wanted to submit one by one, thinking in his heart: There should be no shortage of manuscript materials in the future.