The school basketball game was officially launched.

After two games in the same grade, the boys in Yu Anran's class performed very well, winning two games in a row.

The girls' side is not bad, the first group of opponents is Ling Xinyu's class, as a result, there are five girls in their class who signed up, and there is not even a substitute, one of the main players accidentally twisted his foot a few days ago, and temporarily found a substitute who doesn't know basketball, so Yu Anran's class won the first game of girls' basketball.

In the second game, I lost to a class that studied accounting, and the strength of their class was really strong, so I didn't feel ashamed to lose.

After watching the game, Yu Anran encouraged the members of their class one by one, and after seeing them go back to rest, they returned to the office.

Open QQ and click on Liu Yicheng's grass avatar.

October Lemon: Hey, Dogtail Grass, the good news for you, the boys in our class have played two games so far, and they have won each one. Girls win and lose, and their grades are also very good, you say, right? Thank you for your help!

School Grass: Please, Lemon, it's time to work!!

October Lemon: Uh, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. Then thank you again for Dog Tail Grass and Jing Ning, I'll withdraw first!

School grass: I still have half an hour to get off work, don't call me dog tail grass during work hours!! Also, where are you going?

October Lemon: It's your time to work, don't worry about anything outside of work! That's it, bye-bye!

School Grass: ......

Back in the dormitory at night, Liu Yicheng walked over from the balcony.

"Go get your laptop out, I've got something to talk to you about the novel." When it came to work, he immediately became serious and rigorous, which made Yu Anran a little daunted.

Yu Anran listened to him, took out the notebook in the room, put it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa with him. After the boot was completed, Yu Anran opened the folder where his novel manuscript was located and began to let Liu Yicheng comment.

"Have you noticed that what you've been writing lately is a little too white? The flow of conversations is getting more and more serious. This shouldn't be your fault! He raised questions about Yu Anran's recent writing.

An Ran casually opened a page of something he had recently written, and pulled it from top to bottom, and as he said, the chapters were indeed written in vernacular, and the sense of substitution of the characters became thinner and thinner.

"Well, indeed, it looks like I'm going to have to pay attention. Maybe since I went to work, I don't have enough energy to focus on novels, so my writing is also rough. Yu Anran explained.

"There's nothing to explain, if it's not written, it's not written. Novels are more important in quantity than in quality. The reason why I was able to read your novels before was that I felt that a lot of what you wrote made me feel from the bottom of my heart, and I felt that it resonated with the reader. But what you're writing now, I can hardly find any detail that moves me. ”

After listening to Liu Yicheng's teaching, Yu Anran couldn't help but look at him with "affection".

Although the main purpose of what he just said was to criticize her, An Ran also heard his affirmation of the novels he had written in the past. This criticism was not in vain, at least she got the first appreciation she wanted from the school grass's mouth.

After a long while, Liu Yicheng realized that Yu Anran had been looking at him.

"What, why do you keep staring at me, is there something on my face?" Liu Yicheng rubbed his face left and right with both hands, looking very cute.