"If no one understands, no one understands! Anyway, I write my own story, and I don't force others! If you like it, you will like it, and if you don't like it, you won't like it! ”

Wang Yi smiled freely, he didn't dwell on the fact that his novel couldn't be signed.

Because he found that in fact, he didn't seem to be good at writing fantasy, because no matter how he wrote, he didn't have the style of mainstream fantasy novels, and the twisted melon was not sweet, so Wang Yi didn't need to force himself to write fantasy again, even if he chose the wrong classification for this book.

But Wang Yi has never been a person who gives up lightly, just write according to his own style, why force himself to think so much?

Thinking about it, Wang Yi planned to change the classification of this book, maybe it would be "another village".

If you want to do it, Wang Yi opened a new book on the website, and then classified it into the Xianxia group, uploaded the revised content, and waited for it to pass the storage review.

However, to Wang Yi's surprise, the warehousing audit failed. The reply given by the website is that works with similar content cannot be uploaded.

Well, Wang Yi can only revise the original work, produce a new chapter of each manuscript, and then delete an old scrapped manuscript.

It's been like this, code, code.

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It wasn't until a month later that Wang Yi's book was finally fully revised. He looked at the revised book and wondered if he should submit an application for a contract.

However, after some ideological struggle, Wang Yi chose not to take the initiative to submit the signing application, and continued to work hard to code words!

It is said that the great god of a book is a god, and after insisting on writing hundreds of thousands of words, his work is turned out of a pile by the book reviewer and editor, so that the book is a god and a big hit.

So Wang Yi also plans to work hard to write it with his heart! Because he has an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he wants to write his highest level in each chapter, so after the rewrite, his coding speed is greatly reduced, and he often has to write three or four hours for two thousand words in a chapter. Every word he had to think carefully before he wrote it into the article.

is so himself, not for anything else, just because he really likes to write stories, he wants to share the stories he weaves with everyone, although his writing is not very good, but he is still writing very carefully.

If he didn't really like to write stories, then he wouldn't have had a conflict with his parents and would have run away from home to live alone in a foreign land.

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After finishing today's chapter, Wang Yi rubbed his head that was a little swollen and painful, and stood up from the computer desk to move.

Every day, he has to sit in front of the computer screen for a long time, and every time he finishes the code, he always feels numb in his legs and feet.

This is due to poor blood flow due to sitting for a long time, and in the long run, it can lead to varicose veins.

Therefore, Wang Yi also adjusted his update habits, only updating one chapter a day, anyway, he doesn't expect any manuscript fees, he just hopes that his book can be seen and understood by more people, and that's enough!

Women are the ones who please themselves! The author's book is also for those who appreciate it!

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People stood on the bank of the river, Wang Yi was blowing the river breeze, and his expression seemed to be contemplative. He was thinking about the development of the story, hoping that the quiet atmosphere by the river would give him some inspiration.

Time passed slowly in Wang Yi's contemplation.

Night, coming.

Wang Yi looked at the brightly lit banks of the river, and muttered softly: "It seems that it can be like this?" A beautiful encounter on the bank of the river in the Shangyuan season! Lotus lanterns. Affection can no longer be concealed. ”

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Yi left the river bank in the puzzled eyes of others.

Returning to the vicinity of the rented apartment alone, Wang Yi found that there were many street thugs in non-mainstream clothes around him, constantly looking at the passers-by with scrutinizing eyes. Occasionally, I stopped a person and asked something.

When Wang Yi saw this scene, he immediately chuckled in his heart and said secretly: "Have those gangsters found this side?" It doesn't seem to be very safe in this neighborhood either. ”

Although his thoughts were racing in his heart, Wang Yi's expression did not change in the slightest, and he still followed the original pace and rhythm towards the rental house.

However, the thugs had already noticed Wang Yi, and they surrounded him. Because Wang Yi was a little too cold, they became suspicious.

A man wearing a rampant black leather jacket, black jeans, and yellow hairstyle blocked Wang Yi's way.

Seeing this, Wang Yi frowned slightly, and then stretched out. But he still looked vigilantly at the gangsters in front of him who were semi-encircling and stopped him, although he had a superpower that ordinary people did not have-fire control, but his own physical fitness was just an ordinary person, but he did not have the strength of a fighter with one dozen ten.

"Boy, have you seen anyone behaving a little unusually around here lately?"

Regarding Wang Yi's vigilant look, the gangster smiled contemptuously, and then asked in an arrogant tone.

"Nope!" Wang Yi shook his head and replied very cheerfully, his tone was calm without the slightest fluctuation.

"No?! Did you hear any special sounds the other night? The thug seemed a little upset, but he continued.

"Neither!" Wang Yi still shook his head indifferently and replied.

"Really?" The thug turned around slowly, and said with a hint of distrust.

Because they had asked a lot of people before, they all said that they suddenly heard a roar that night.

And the man in front of him said no, because the man didn't live here that night? Or did he sleep too dead to hear? Or is he lying?

The gangsters couldn't tell the difference, so he planned to trick Wang Yi.

Wang Yi saw the gangsters turn around, and thought that they had finished asking, so he said, "Are you done asking?" If I'm done, I'll be able to go. ”

"Hmm." The bastard lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, nodded slightly, and replied, "When you're done, you can get out." ”

Hearing the reply that he could go, Wang Yi prepared to walk past the gangsters.

Wang Yi just raised his foot, who knew that the gangster suddenly turned around, Wang Yi was caught off guard, did not come back to his senses, and was hit between the chest and abdomen by a heavy punch from the gangster.

Suddenly, Wang Yi covered his abdomen and squatted down in pain, his face was a little pale because of the severe pain in his abdomen.

Seeing that Wang Yi's painful appearance did not seem to be fake, the gangsters could only shake their heads depressedly and leave here.

Since no useful information was found here, he could only continue to ask, because this was what their boss had instructed him to find and make him look good.

As for punching Wang Yi, the gangster didn't take it to heart at all, just a thin kid with no power to tie the chicken.

Wang Yi looked at the gangsters who were far away, his eyes were full of anger and hatred, his hands were clenched into fists, and his muscles were tense, and he secretly said in his heart: "Wait!" When I learn systematic fighting skills, I will definitely uproot all of you social tumors! ”