Yang Fan didn't know that the editorial department of XX Net Xianxia was arguing again because of his book.

He just put all his mind on how to write his novels well. He enjoys writing and the process of constantly surpassing himself.

Yang Fan spent an afternoon listing all the previous chapters, and then polished them all without affecting the plot.

In fact, repeatedly revising previous chapters is the last thing that the average writer is willing to do.

Not only because of the excessive amount of work, but also because it will disgust the reader and resent the previous author's previous attitude of being too impetuous.

But Yang Fan doesn't care, he just wants to constantly surpass himself, show his best works, and show his progress to readers who have always supported him.

This is the third time he has polished, and this time, Yang Fan did not take as long as the previous two times. But this time, Yang Fan invested more emotions than the previous two times combined, because this time Yang Fan was responsible for more than 2,000 readers.

After the change, Yang Fan glanced at the time, and it was almost time for part-time work. He hurriedly grabbed a few mouthfuls of food and went out.

In fact, according to Yang Fan's current bank card balance, he can make a living without going to a part-time job. But he went anyway, not only because of the promise he made to the store manager, but also because he liked the working atmosphere there.

Yang Fan looked at the crowded and numb streets, and he suddenly felt an urge in his heart to run, wanting to leave behind those passers-by with fatigue and numbness on their faces.

That impulse was unobedient in his heart, and finally, Yang Fan couldn't control the impulse and started running.

The autumn breeze caressed the hair around his ears and made him feel extremely happy, and the numb and tired passers-by showed puzzled and curious expressions as he ran. It seemed that because of Yang Fan's running, the idea of wanting to run suddenly welled up in their hearts, but no one took action.

They just lowered their heads and looked at the mobile phones in their hands, but some passers-by suddenly smiled on their faces when they lowered their heads.

Yang Fan ran to the door of the convenience store like this, probably because of the improvement of his physique, he did not feel tired.

"Hello everyone. Yang Fan took care of the people in the store with a smile.

"Brother Fan, come with me. Li Xiao saw Yang Fan coming over happily, and then excitedly pulled Yang Fan out.

"What's wrong? Li Xiao?" Yang Fan looked at Li Xiao suspiciously.

"I'll show you a big baby!" Li Xiao took out his mobile phone with a show-off smile on his face.

"What big baby?" Yang Fan looked at Li Xiao's actions, and suddenly smiled understandingly.

Seeing that Yang Fan smiled knowingly, Li Xiao felt that Yang Fan would be wrong. Then he quickly blushed and waved his hand to quickly explain

"Not that big baby"

"What's that big baby?"

"Look, it's this big baby!" Li Xiao opened an app, then pointed to the message, and said excitedly.

"I'll take a look" Yang Fan looked at with a smile, and then the smile on his face froze, and he suddenly felt out of breath.

"Brother Fan, I'm not very good, I only wrote three chapters, 9,000 words, and the editor sent me a short station to sign a contract. Li Xiao didn't see Yang Fan's expression, because all his energy was on the writer's assistant on his mobile phone.

"Fortunately, after listening to Brother Fan's words, I wrote a novel, you can read only three chapters, and I will have 65 collections!" Li Xiao clicked on his data in the app and said proudly.

Li Xiao's words made Yang Fan feel as if there was a knife in his heart, sliding through his heart one by one.

Li Xiao raised his head after finishing speaking, and when he saw Yang Fan's expression, he suddenly felt bad, because he remembered that Yang Fan had updated to more than 400,000 words and had not signed a contract yet. He lowered his head knowingly and said

"I'm sorry... Brother Van. ”

It took Yang Fan a long time to recover, looking at Li Xiao, who seemed to have done something wrong and kept apologizing to himself, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted Li Xiao's back vigorously and said

"What are you doing! It's a good thing to sign a contract! Say I'm sorry, what's the name of the novel, I'm going to see some collections. ”

Li Xiao heard Yang Fan's words, raised his head and regained the excited look on his face, and informed Yang Fan of the name of his novel, Yang Fan took out his mobile phone and collected the book in the app. Then carefully taught Li Xiao his writing experience without reservation, Li Xiao kept nodding his head, and kept recording the knowledge imparted by Yang Fan with a memo on his mobile phone.

It's just that when Yang Fan taught Li Xiao writing skills, the back of the departure was a little lonely.

One night, Yang Fan was a little absent-minded, and when he was feeding the stray cats in the middle of the break, he took out his mobile phone, opened the app, and found the novel written by Li Xiao and read it carefully.

Li Xiao wrote the most popular urban medical novels at the moment, and he wrote three chapters, the first chapter of which is that the protagonist's parents died and followed his master to live in the mountains and learn medical skills. In the second chapter, Master gives him a mission one day to protect the granddaughter of an old friend. In the third chapter, he came out of the mountains and met a gang of hooligans who were molesting a beautiful woman, and he cleaned up the gang of hooligans with a silver needle, and then followed the beautiful woman into the city.

After Yang Fan finished reading it, he was shocked. Because the subject matter is more vulgar than the novels he wrote, and there is no logic and details, he really can't figure out why this book can be signed, but his own book hasn't signed yet, he really can't figure it out!

"Hey, Brother Fan, you're feeding the cats. Li Xiao, who came out to let off steam, looked at Yang Fan and said hello, and then Li Xiao saw that Yang Fan's mobile phone screen was lit up with his own novel, Li Xiao said a little nervously and a little nervously

"Brother Fan, how do you feel when you read my novel?"

Li Xiao's words made Yang Fan wake up from shock, and then he thought carefully and said euphemistically

"Hmm... It's okay to write... But there are still some details that are problematic..."

"What details?"

"Look at your third chapter, the protagonist hits the hooligan's Fengmen point with a silver needle, the Fengmen point is obviously in the back, why do you say it's the chest, and his role is obviously not immobile... Rather..."

Li Xiao heard that the so-called detail problem turned out to be this kind of problem, and impatiently interrupted Yang Fan's words, and said a little indifferently

"Oh, I thought it was a problem, this kind of problem doesn't matter, anyway, readers don't understand, they only care about whether it's cool to read, anyway, most of the best-selling medical novels, aren't they all like this?"

This rhetorical question made Yang Fanyu stuffed, and he thought about it for a while and said patiently

"How can you say that, at least there are some professional issues that can't be wrong when writing a book like you, otherwise you won't be responsible for the readers!"

"This is an online article, not a monograph, anyway, readers can't understand it, what is rigorous and what professionalism, is it so important? Everyone is reading books on the Internet just to have a good time, what is responsible or not, everyone is just having fun. Li Xiao was a little annoyed by Yang Fan's words and continued

"What kind of rigor do you need in today's urban novels, as long as you pretend to be x and slap your face, the harder the protagonist hits, the happier the audience. Who cares about the details?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan didn't continue to speak. Because he had nothing more to say.

is also because most of the current mainstream urban novels are not as Li Xiao said, no matter what common sense he has, no matter what rigor he is, as long as he slaps his face and is brainless, it is enough to hell with any details and common sense.

Li Xiao looked at Yang Fan's appearance and felt that he had said too much, he lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Fan, I shouldn't have said that." ”

"It's okay, you're not wrong. ”

"That's... Is there still a problem?" Li Xiao said worriedly.

"No problem, just write it down. Don't break it. Be responsible for the readers who support you. After Yang Fan finished speaking, he quickly changed his words and said, "It's enough to be responsible for them in the update." ”

"Uh-huh... Rest assured, they will be responsible for the update. After a few days to stabilize, at least three shifts a day," Li Xiao said proudly.

"Uh-huh, let's go to work. Yang Fan smiled, and then walked into the convenience store.

Li Xiao nodded, he saw Yang Fan walking into the convenience store, he took out his mobile phone, and deleted the writing experience that Yang Fan had taught him one by one. A disdainful smile appeared on his face

"Hehe, whatever, to hell with it. A writer who is not signed by a contract also mentors others. Urban online text, cool enough. ”

The night wind hit Li Xiao, so he couldn't help but shudder, and he walked into the convenience store with a scolding. Today's wind is much, much colder than the last time Li Xiao and Yang Fan talked at night...

Yang Fan fell in love with the feeling of running, just as he ran all the way home after work. Because when you run, you don't have to think too much. Because when you run, those troubles and grievances will be left behind with the wind. Because when he was running, he felt that he could constantly surpass himself and be responsible for his readers.