It took Yang Fan a full five hours to write a new chapter, which is the longest time he has ever written a single chapter since writing a novel.

After he finished writing, he didn't upload it, but chose to keep revising it. By the time he was satisfied, it had already taken almost seven hours.

He clicked upload, and this time he didn't open a small account to vote for himself and leave a message. He stretched and looked at the time displayed on the computer, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

He turned his head and was startled by the sight of Lan's eyes staring at the screen. It turned out that Lan had been lying on his chair and quietly watching him write for seven hours.

Lan nodded unprecedentedly and complimented, "It's okay." ”

This is the first compliment Yang Fan received. The first time Yang Fan's work was recognized, he felt a kind of emotion in his heart that a confidant died.

Lan's next sentence instantly dispelled the emotion in Yang Fan's heart. "I'm done, I'm hungry, and I'm going to eat that noodle from the morning. ”

The last two packets of instant noodles at home had already been eaten, and Yang Fan was also hungry, so he suggested, "Let's go out and eat." ”

"Okay, but don't fool me with something that doesn't taste good. At the very least, it should taste similar to the noodles in the morning," Lan replied with a wary face.

"No problem. Yang Fan changed his clothes and went out with Lan, this was the first time he went out this week, it had already arrived at the end of work, the streets were full of all kinds of people, most of the adults were tired and numb on their faces, and there were also many people who looked down at their mobile phones as if they were out of step with this world, maybe in their hearts, mobile phones could bring them happiness. Everyone is fighting against the world in their own way.

It's been September, he looked at the students who came and went in school uniforms, and couldn't help but sigh that many people will be nostalgic for their student days after graduation, Yang Fan looked at those students. In a trance, not long ago, he was like a student on the street, noisy with friends and classmates, without worrying about his livelihood, carefree, and divided into two poles with adults.

It was the first time Lan had seen so many people, and she looked at the adults on the street and couldn't help but ask, "Yang Fan, why do most people look unhappy?"

"It's because of the pressure of life. ”

The four words "life pressure?" are strange and distant to Lan, but for Yang Fan, they have a deep understanding.

Yang Fan took Lan to a clean and tidy noodle shop, probably because there was no meal at this time, there are not many people in this shop, Yang Fan has often come to this shop since he was in college, because it is cheap and delicious, the owner of the store has already known Yang Fan, the owner of the store is about fifty years old, but his hair has a lot of gray hair. He looked at Yang Fan in surprise: "It's the first time you've brought a girl to the store." ”

Yang Fan explained in a panic, "I'll bring my sister to eat, two bowls of beef noodles"

The boss smiled meaningfully and went to the back kitchen.

Wang Zhipeng, a sophomore in an ordinary high school, has a hobby of reading online novels, especially Xianxia novels, and belongs to the kind of super novel fans who read it for several hours every day. He wasn't in a good mood today, because school started, he was already in his third year of high school, and the pressure of going on to higher education didn't give him much time to read his favorite novels.

"Looking Up at the Stars" has been updated to chapter 90, and the phone screen shows a notification from the novel app.

When he saw the novel "Looking Up at the Stars", he was a little hesitant. In fact, he doesn't have a high impression of this novel because the protagonist's name is too long and arrogant, the theme is too old-fashioned, and it doesn't belong to any kind of happy and vengeful cool text. He originally collected it because he saw that the author was a newcomer, and he felt that it was not easy, so he supported it. He patiently reads it every day, and the more he reads, the more mediocre he feels, especially in the last few chapters, which makes him very dissatisfied. The protagonist is too suffocated and aggrieved.

He was hesitating whether to cancel the collection. He thought for a long time and sighed, and decided to give the writer of this novel one last chance.

He clicked on chapter 90, and when he saw the first paragraph, his whole expression was different, and he read it with a surprised face. 3,000 words can be read in ten minutes for a super fiction fan, and Wang Zhipeng read it for more than 20 minutes because he read it several times.

"This chapter is wonderful. Wang Zhipeng couldn't help but praise.

After reading it, he clicked on the tip, and then showed that the book does not support tipping for the time being. He was very surprised, because most of the novels on his bookshelf were signed for about 50,000 words, and many more were signed for 20,000 or 30,000 words, and each of them supported rewards, but this book has not signed a contract for more than 250,000 words. He suddenly felt that his mood that had been depressed due to the pressure of going to school suddenly brightened, and he was inexplicably moved. He looked at the package, and the recommendation ticket was given in the morning, and there was no other novel, so he silently put the book on top, and decided that he must give this novel a recommendation ticket after twelve o'clock.

Li Xin, a writer, has a B-signed work of more than 2 million words (B-signed work means signing a book, not a signed writer.) He was agonizing why he didn't choose to sign a (a sign is to sign the writer and the works under his name), his new book in the oriental Xianxia genre is 30,000 words, and the collection is only more than 300, and most of the more than 300 collections are old readers who came with his last book. He was agonizing, wondering if the book was to give up.

He finished the words quickly and numbly, then lit a cigarette and refreshed the Xianxia section on the website boringly.

The name "Looking Up at the Stars" unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hey, it's a name that's so common that it's scum. Li Xin didn't control her emotions and shouted out in surprise. Generally, Oriental Xiuzhen type novels either add a demon domineeringly, or go against the sky, kill a god with your hands, and then slaughter an immortal, for fear that others will not know that their novels are of the Oriental Xiuzhen type, and this kind of ordinary name lives in the Xianxia division like a peerless wonder.

Curiosity prompted him to click on the work, 250,000 words, 21 collections. The dismal data made him frown, and he opened the novel, and the more he read it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The writer is a novice, this is his first impression, and the second impression is that his plot is too old-fashioned. But Li Xin's qualities as a professional writer prompted him to read on. He read very quickly, at a glance and ten lines, and it took him about an hour to read the whole book. Except for the latest chapter, which is a bit of a bright spot, the previous chapters are too mediocre and immature, but Li Xin has a question in his heart, what makes him persevere, this kind of achievement, everyone should give up.

Curiosity prompted him to open a trumpet, leaving a comment in the book review, "Why are you still persevering? This book has not been signed for so long, why don't you give up and reopen a new book." He casually opened the trumpet and ordered the collection, he was curious and waiting for the answer.