"Senior Son of Heaven, don't you really reply to him?" asked the fries in a milky voice.

"No, I'm sorry for him. The Son of Heaven's voice trembled and regretted with a hint of regret, and the Son of Heaven looked at the dialog box on the computer screen and said in despair.

The dialog box on the computer screen is the chat box between the Son of Heaven and Yang Fan, and the content in the dialog box has formed a polarization, and the chat record on the upper half of the dialog box can see Yang Fan's vitality and hope. The lower half of the chat log is full of grief and despair.

The polarized chat logs seem to mock the Son of Heaven, the responsible editor, who ruined his dream of being a writer because of his stubbornness and impulsiveness.

The Son of Heaven looked at the computer screen, and Yang Fan finally replied that I knew these four words, and the Son of Heaven felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

"Isn't it just a recommendation? I want to be a novice in the future. The fries said cautiously.

"No, it's not just a matter of referrals. It's about me and his agreement. ”

"Agreed?"

"Well, I said I'm going to help him win this competition. ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, the fries looked at the Son of Heaven in surprise.

Looking at the fries' surprised eyes, the Son of Heaven could only sigh and choose silence.

"Since you agreed with him to win the first place in the essay competition, then why do you want to help me? I should be your competitor too!" asked the french fries, looking at the Son of Heaven.

"Because in the entire editorial department, you are willing to give him a recommendation, a chance. The Son of Heaven opened his mouth to respond, he looked at the minimized document on the computer screen that wrote the battle plan of "Looking Up at the Stars", and laughed at himself inexplicably, "Perhaps, winning the first place in this essay contest is just me and his whims." ”

Getting the first place in this competition, whether it is the whimsy of the editor of the Son of Heaven or not, anyway, Yang Fan didn't think it was whimsical, but he was still full of confidence in the mystery and worked hard for it.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and Yang Fan was still updating at this time. Since there are no more referral slots. He can only rely on great stories and updates to attract readers to collect, as before.

Yang Fan was engrossed in the code words, and in four hours, he coded another 8,000 words. This had reached his limit, and he endured his physical discomfort and re-read the manuscript, looking for deficiencies and correcting them.

After Yang Fan had all the changes, the time had reached seven o'clock in the morning, he stretched his waist and looked at the gray sky outside the window, and suddenly he was full of confidence that he would definitely get the first place.

After Yang Fan clicked Save, he glanced at QQ and found that his responsible editor, Tianzi, still did not reply to him, which made him a little disappointed.

He left the computer desk and was about to go back to his couch to sleep, when Lan suddenly woke up from the bed, and then hugged his small quilt and pillow tightly and walked to the sofa and lay down domineeringly.

Looking at Lan's actions, Yang Fan didn't react a little, and stood in front of the sofa and looked at Lan blankly.

"Your bed is too hard, what would it be if I tried to sleep on the sofa. Lan said stiffly.

After listening to Lan's words, Yang Fan's heart warmed, and under Lan's "stern" eyes, Yang Fan could only obediently return to his long-lost bed.

Yang Fan was lying on a comfortable cot, he closed his eyes, and secretly swore that he would definitely win and become a real god writer.

When the morning sun poured into the whole land, the hard-working people had already woken up, mechanically and tiredly walked to their respective jobs.

On all kinds of public transportation, most people skillfully pull out their mobile phones and pass the boring time on the road with their favorite novels.

"Why?" shouted a lean middle-aged man angrily on the quiet bus.

His voice broke the silence on the bus, and all eyes were on the middle-aged man.

He didn't seem to realize that he was being stared at with discontent by many people because his voice was too loud.

He just held his phone tightly and looked at the author's words at the end, trembling with anger.

He is an ordinary employee of an ordinary company, and he is also an ordinary middle-aged man who works from 9 to 5 for his family.

He, like all ordinary middle-aged men, doesn't have much time to cultivate his hobbies because of the pressure of life and family. He, like all ordinary middle-aged men, feels anxious and stressed from time to time.

He often feels anxious and stressed, especially in recent times, the frequency of anxiety and stress is very frequent, so that he often has insomnia at night and can't sleep, with insomnia, others have also lost weight, and his temper is also a lot shorter.

He has tried many ways to treat these anxieties and irritability, but those methods have basically failed, and some methods have even made him more anxious and irritable.

It wasn't until his baby son recommended him a novel he was reading that anxiety and irritability began to decrease.

That novel is Yang Fan's "Looking Up at the Stars", he doesn't know why reading this book can make him forget the anxiety and pressure of reality, he only knows that as long as he reads this book, his heart will be extremely calm, and he is a hardcore reader of this book.

Ever since his son recommended the book, he has been flipping through a few chapters every day on his commute. Watching the writing get better and better, his mood is getting better and better, which has become a subconscious habit.

Today happens to be the chapter he is looking forward to the most, because today is the chapter of the decisive battle between Murong Aotian and the lucky boy, watching Murong Aotian when he was at a disadvantage, when he was ridiculed by the lucky boy, he was already holding back the fire in his belly, and when he looked at the writer's words again, he finally couldn't help but scold.

"Why, such a good book, even the qualification to be recommended by those people has to be deprived of it! He clenched his phone in anger, his whole body trembling with anger.

Not only did he tremble with anger, but basically all readers who liked this book were outraged, and in their hearts, this book was no worse than anyone else.

All the readers who really loved the book spontaneously comforted the author in the book review section of the book, and some radical readers even scolded the website and the editor.

In the entire book review area, the popularity of the whole book quickly increased with the number of recommendation votes and book reviews, which caused a lot of readers who had not read the book to watch collectively, and some people who were interested in backtesting participated in it, while insulting the people of xx.com and the editorial department, while sending this matter to the country's largest online writer forum Sky Network.

When this incident was exaggerated by someone with a heart, it caused an uproar on the Sky Network.

Basically, many authors who have given up their recommendation positions to other writers have bravely stood up and made concerted efforts to top this post on the homepage.

In the building of the xx network, the staff of the data department and all the editors are busy because of this post.

Basically, all the staff of xx.com have memorized a book today, and the name of that book is called "Looking Up at the Stars"!