Qingfeng infected many readers and viewers with his last efforts, but his efforts alone have never been able to reverse the disadvantage.

Today's game ended with the defeat of Lewen Chinese.

The first round of 6-in-3 matches ended with one draw, one win, and one loss.

After discussion with the organizers, it was decided to hold an overtime match tomorrow morning to determine the final winner.

However, a lot of people in the industry understand.

Tomorrow's game Lewen Chinese still can't win.

Not only because the vast majority of the writers on their website have lost their pride as writers today and the courage to counterattack in a desperate situation, but also because they themselves are giving up on themselves.

As a writer, it is not terrible to be given up by readers, but the most terrible thing is to give up on yourself.

The furious Fat Li was furious with all the staff except Qingfeng after this game.

After his rage, he was disappointed in Xiao Xiong, who was the guiding editor.

In fact, when Editor Xiaoxiong designed Wang Jingya from the beginning, Li Fatzi knew about it.

As a bystander, he wanted to see how far this ambitious little editor could go.

After watching Wang Jingya slowly fade out of her inner circle under the design of Xiaoxiong Editor, Li Fatzi really recognized Xiaoxiong Editor.

In Editor Bear, he sees a businessman and a ruthless personality that is a complete copy of his former self.

Because of this, he entrusted this game to the Little Bear, and as a result, the Little Bear editor, who had ambition in his eyes, backed down at the most critical moment.

He looked at the bear in disappointment, and the bear was full of the shadow of the editor who had been his master.

Actually, he's been imitating.

However, he did not experience the desperation experienced by a editor, nor did he trust any writer.

This lack of experience created a gap between him and.

Perhaps, because of this gap in experience, the Little Bear Editor has not been able to surpass the in this life.

Qingfeng looked at the people with different expressions present, he smiled and rubbed his fingers, and asked Li Fatzi in advance to go to rest first.

As the only request with a bright performance in the game, Li Fatzi rarely smiled and agreed.

And Li Fatzi's attitude towards Qingfeng once again made Qingfeng's teammates dissatisfied in their hearts. However, no matter how dissatisfied they are, it doesn't matter to Qingfeng, their poor performance today is destined to make their gap in the online literature industry bigger and bigger.

Leaving the breeze of the Lewen Chinese building, looking at the gray sky, he took out his mobile phone, dialed a person's number, and asked him to have a supper with him at a nearby small restaurant.

When Qingfeng slowly walked to the small restaurant, the person happened to have just arrived.

The two of them tacitly walked into this small restaurant, and after ordering their favorite food, they fell into a long silence.

"What is writing for you?" Qingfeng suddenly asked, looking at the plates of food served on them.

"Do you ask me? I want to think... For me, writing was first my hobby, then my profession, and finally my habit. ”

"yes? I'm pretty much the same. Do you care if you win or lose? Or maybe you care about the results?"

"Of course, I definitely care about winning or losing, and I also care about the results, which is the guarantee of whether I can afford to eat. ”

Hearing Qingfeng's question, the man replied slowly. However, he looked at the breeze, which had always been full of confidence, and continued:

"But I care more about growth than I care about winning or losing and getting results. ”

"Growth?"

"Yes, growth. You also know that the more experience we have in writing, the more people will read what we write. And the rich experience we need is not only to have the experience of success, but also the experience of failure. Only the more we experience, the more we feel, and the better we can write. ”

"Of course, when I say failure, the premise is that you have to do your best. ”

"Really?" Qingfeng listened to this, and felt a lot better.

"Besides, you won't necessarily lose tomorrow. For us writers, every day has the potential to create miracles! It is precisely because of this charm that more people will take writing as a habit and a profession. The man picked up the last food in front of him, then stood up and patted Qingfeng on the shoulder.

"I've left beforehand, and I'm going to play tomorrow. Remember, no matter what the outcome of tomorrow's game is, you can grow tomorrow. ”

"Well, thank you, Yang Fan. Qingfeng chewed Yang Fan's last few words repeatedly, then looked at Yang Fan seriously and said.

Yang Fan returned the breeze with a smile and slowly walked out of the small restaurant.

Yang Fan, who walked out of the small restaurant, put away the smile on his face. Looking at the gray sky, he sighed.

In fact, Yang Fan is not optimistic that Qingfeng can create a so-called miracle tomorrow, this is not because Qingfeng is not capable of creating a miracle. It's because his teammates are still indifferent and still have a mocking smile on their faces, even if Qingfeng is trying so hard today.

For these hopeless writer teammates, not even a god can save the game.

Yang Fan believes that Qingfeng must also understand that tomorrow's game will definitely be a defeat. Therefore, as a friend, Yang Fan can only comfort Qingfeng with some of his own insights, so that Qingfeng will not lose his enthusiasm for writing.

However, Yang Fan didn't expect it.

Qingfeng didn't think he would lose tomorrow, but he was looking forward to tomorrow's match.

For him, writing is an interesting profession that no one can predict the outcome of, and he is confident that he will be able to turn things around tomorrow.

As for today, why Qingfeng would find Yang Fan to chat, because Qingfeng has never understood why there are writers like his teammates who lose their original intentions when writing becomes a profession.

And today's Yang Fan's answer undoubtedly answered the doubts in his heart from a different angle.

It also gave him the chips that he could use tomorrow to turn defeat into victory.

Qingfeng hurriedly finished the supper in front of him, and after checking out, he walked back to the hotel in the night.

Qingfeng returned to the hotel, turned on the computer, searched for the news of today's game, looked at the comments about himself and other writers of Lewen Chinese, he smiled at those who thought they would lose tomorrow and said:

"I'm sorry, but tomorrow may be disappointing you. ”

The next day, the competition hall was packed with people who wanted to see Lewen's jokes in Chinese and Qingfeng, as well as curious viewers about the new website of Tianteng.com.

They looked at the writers who talked and laughed in Lewen Chinese as if they were coming for sightseeing, and showed disdainful expressions.

At this time, there was less than half an hour before the start of the game.