Anyway, no matter how versatile it is, he won't use it, and besides, he doesn't have any other contacts.

This phone is sufficient.

Lu Ya looked at his phone, still a little resistant.

The psychological shadow of the mobile phone is too great for him.

Ling Tianqi entered his mobile phone number into it and taught him to dial: "Don't go downstairs to the dormitory to find me if you have something in the future, just call me directly with your mobile phone." Of course you're fine, it's better not to call me, I've been busy lately. ”

Can you not be busy? Another day passed, and she didn't know if she had only 41 days left to live.

Lu Ya pinched the phone with two fingers, "It's okay to have this thing, when I call you, you have to come out and meet me at any time." ”

Ling Tianqi: "Why?" "She's not his pet dog, she can walk as much as she wants.

"Because I must know your progress in cultivating immortals accurately, and help you adjust your guidance at any time."

Ling Tianqi: "......"

His reasons are always irrefutable.

It was a matter of life and death, and Ling Tianqi could only accept this unequal treaty.

"Alright! It's nothing to do now, you go home first, I have to go back to cultivating." ”

Cultivation is live broadcasting, and you can't relax for a day.

Lu Ya simply turned around and left.

When Ling Tianqi returned to the dormitory, the first thing he did was to open the Bichon live broadcast, and then hung up QQ.

The group reminder of "Bear Dominates the World" on QQ keeps beating, and in addition, there is also an application for strangers to add friends.

Ling Tianqi opened the group chat, and the news that the wind was too windy jumped out first: [God, you can count it, we should start practicing teamwork today. 】

Everyone else is also online, but they didn't speak, so they should all be live streaming.

Ling Tianqi: [Okay, I'm ready at any time, everyone has gathered to call me.] 】

Ling Tianqi clicked on the friend application again, and found that the other party's certification information was-Haitang Literature Network Editor: The bun has meat on the folds.

Ling Tianqi clicked through his friends.

In the office of Haitang Literature Network, Bao Xiaoqian, who had been sitting by the computer, shouted happily: "Great! God add me! ”

It's a pity that no one around her colleagues can appreciate her excitement. As a literary editor, the author who sees the most is the author, as for all the fuss?

Bao Xiaoqian excitedly sent a message to Ling Tianqi: [Hello God! I'm glad you submitted your manuscript to our Haitang Literature Network! 】

Ling Tianqi: [Did you come to me to sign a contract?] 】

Ling Tianqi was so straightforward that Bao Xiaoqian was stunned, are the current authors so dragged like this?

The bun has meat on the pleats: [Yes, we feel that your work is very potential, and we hope to sign a contract with you.] 】

Ling Tianqi: [The contract was sent. 】

Ling Tianqi was so active, Bao Xiaoqian muttered a little. It wouldn't be plagiarism, would it? But I had already checked it in the afternoon, and there were no similar novels on the Internet.

The bun has meat on the folds: [Please take a look at your author's background, after you fill in the information, there will be a contracted editor to contact you, you sign the contract according to his requirements and send it over, and the signing process is completed. 】

Ling Tianqi: [Okay. 】

Ling Tianqi logged in to the author's background of Begonia Literature, filled in the information according to the prompts, and another contracted editor, Zhuzi, added her and sent her a contract.

The bun has meat on the folds: [Now that you have decided to sign a contract, I would like to discuss with you about the update. 】

Ling Tianqi passed on all the 50,000 words he had just written in the morning.