Yang Fan lay on the ground and quickly fell asleep, which was the first good sleep in the past few days.

In the dream, his work was finally signed, and after the contract was signed, the website promoted his work, his book collection in three days has passed 1,000, the collection has become 10,000 in five days, and his collection has reached 100,000 in ten days, his book quickly became famous, became the pillar of the website, and he also became a platinum god writer, the website gave him an annual salary of tens of millions, and he was on the list of rich writers on the Internet, and he bought a luxury car for a villa with a sea view.

In the dream, he was lying comfortably on the recliner wearing sunglasses, countless beauties in bikinis were playing on the beach, and Lan on the side was respectfully handing him a drink in a maid costume. Dreaming of this, Yang Fan smiled obscenely, and a trace of crystal clear saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth without grace.

In the dream, a girl in a bikini accidentally fell, and then Yang Fan saw it and immediately got up to pick up the beautiful woman in a bikini, and then asked with the smile and the most affectionate gaze that he thought was the most gentlemanly, "Are you okay?" ”

The bikini girl lowered her head and responded in a sweet and gentle voice, "It's okay." Then he raised his head, Yang Fan's smile turned into horror, and the face of the bikini girl turned out to be Brother Long's face, "Little handsome guy, come and hug me." The girl with Brother Long's face said, and then the dream turned into a chase...

"It's good that it's just a dream," he said with a long sigh after waking up, and then he walked to the computer, opened the writer's assistant, and waited to see if he had received the news of the signing, and then the writer's assistant was still full of recommended activities as before. Yang Fan didn't give up and tried his best to refresh, but he still didn't see the news he wanted to see, and he comforted himself that the censorship editor was still reviewing.

He left the computer desktop to wash, passed by the kitchen and saw Lan staring at the pot in front of him in distress, so he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"No, I was wondering what I should have in the morning, chocolate or chips. That's right, eat chocolate and potato chips!" Lan said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Can you eat it... Chocolate tossed with potato chips. ”

"No wonder your chance of becoming a great god writer is only 1 in 100,000, stupid mortal writer, do you know the artistic conception of matching? And didn't you gobble up the breakfast that Miss Ben made yesterday?" Lan sneered as always.

"I don't understand, you can watch it yourself, I'm going to hurry up and wash up and start updating. ”

"Go ahead, by the way, don't give up writing no matter what happens. Lan suddenly said with a smile.

"What can happen, don't worry, after all, I am a super writer with 672 collections. ”

"Hey, hey, hey" Lan looked at Yang Fan and smiled evilly, and then continued to think about how to match these two ingredients.

Yang Fan quickly finished washing, then rushed to the computer, opened the writer's area, glanced at his writer's daily, and then opened his mouth in disbelief.

Writer's Daily, the number of collections decreased by 400, this dazzling data made him suddenly have a strange feeling, which feeling is difficult to describe, only those who have experienced it understand. If I had to describe it, it would be so painful that I doubted life.

Although the collection was reduced by 400. But the overall increase is still more than 200 collections, if you are a bystander, although this work is less than 400 collections, but overall, it has risen by 200 collections overnight, and this result is okay. But as an author, this is a negative achievement.

He opened the book review, and there were dozens of more book reviews, some readers sent book reviews saying that they were attracted by the local tyrant's red envelopes, and some readers suspected that the author voted for himself to criticize the author's character, most of the book reviews revolved around the red envelopes, and he flipped through them carefully and found a few book reviews about the work.

"After reading the first chapter, I felt that this book was too vulgar, so give up"

"I saw Chapter 10 and couldn't hold on, thank you for the red envelope, I'll go first. ”

"Bland. ”

"It's really spicy chicken. ”

“...”

The book reviews are basically one-sided, and I chose to give up after reading the first few chapters, and it is true that there are too many choices for the current era of online articles blowing out fast food, and most of the online text routines are the same, and you can guess the end after reading the beginning, especially the Xianxia class. Although there are a lot of people who watch it, they are basically raised by the works of the great gods, and the newcomers' works are generally not as good as the great gods without writing and narrating, and there is no recommendation and guidance, so it is easier to be abandoned.

It's not that there are no book reviews that praise this work, but there are only two, the first is to praise the author's persistence, and it is not clear whether he has read the novel or not. The second is another reader who insists on reading the latest chapter, and his book review is to hurry up and update, looking forward to the new chapter.

Countless negative emotions poured towards Yang Fan, Yang Fan felt tightness in his chest, the most painful thing in the world for the author is that the work is not recognized, and Yang Fan's work has been denied again.

Yang Fan began to think about what he wrote the book for, too many negative emotions made him forget the two book reviews that supported him, forgot Brother Long, and the support of the previous twenty-one readers, he seemed to have fallen into the abyss.

People are like this, when they are denied, they fall into confusion and begin to doubt themselves, especially after being ridiculed by so many negative book reviews, he remembers the systematic analysis of his abilities at the beginning, and then smiles bitterly, it seems that he is really not suitable for writing books.

Lan walked out of the kitchen with two plates of potato chips mixed with chocolate for breakfast, and saw Yang Fan, who was in doubt about his life. Commanded, "Come and have breakfast." ”

"I... No appetite... You eat first......" Yang Fan responded.

"Are you going to disobey Miss Ben's orders?" Lan said fiercely, and under Lan's threat, Yang Fan reluctantly left the computer desk. Numbly walked up to Lan.

"Look at Miss Ben's masterpiece," Lan said excitedly, pointing to his masterpiece. "Miss Ben is a culinary genius, and if you look at it, this combination of the saltiness of potato chips and the sweetness of chocolate must be amazing. ”

"Oh," Yang Fan said listlessly, still in the mood of being denied by his own readers.

Lan tasted the mixed breakfast of his own cooking, and said to Yang Fan with a bitter face, "Some people like sweets, some like salty, why should you grieve yourself for other people's tastes? If you mix sweets and salty foods together and put them in front of them, they may not eat them, although they like the taste in them." It's the same with the work, everyone has a different opinion, although there are less than 400 collections, but there are more than 200 people who like your work. Remember when you only had twenty collections?"

"I ask you, do you like to write?" Lan asked.

"I..."Yang Fan remembered his work, remembered the characters he constructed, remembered when his work won the first recommendation vote from others, remembered that he insisted on code words every day, and insisted on keeping it updated to 270,000 words when there were only dozens of collections, and remembered everyone's expectations for him, he nodded fiercely and said, "I like writing." ”

"Because you like it, don't give up writing anyway, if you want to become a writer, you must believe in your dreams. ”

"I understand..."Yang Fan looked at Lan gratefully, and Lan's words made his gloomy mood clear.

"Then you repay the favor by eating this plate and then buying me new chips and chocolates!"

"Huh!?"