The first thing Yang Fan did when he got home was to take a shower and change his clothes, and after taking a bath, he didn't care that his hair was still wet, so he hurriedly ran to the computer to see if his collection had grown.

opened the writer's assistant, dozens of message prompts popped up, Yang Fan curiously clicked on the prompt, and saw the long book review of the Demon Slayer (Li Xin's large pen name).

He didn't know what mood he was in to read this long book review, but after reading the book review, he was only moved in his heart!

But this book review did not receive a lot of approval, but received a lot of cynicism.

Yang Fan looked at the comments of those who questioned his work.

"Insist on having p use, 270,000 words on this point collection?

"At first glance, it was the water army invited by the author, and a novel author was invited, and he wanted to trick me into reading it. I'm not stupid. ”

"There's not even a cover, if you say it's good-looking, if it's good-looking, it will be approved by the reviewers. ”

"Don't say it, the current rookie author is like this, his level is not good, and he feels that persistence must be rewarded. It's silly. ”

“...”

One reader after another is laughing at Yang Fan's persistence and stupidity.

I don't know when, the world has begun to talk only about grades, and I don't know when it is becoming easier and easier to deny a person, and I don't know when insisting on this valuable quality will be misunderstood as blind or even stupid!

"These people are really hateful!" Lan said angrily after seeing these comments, and then looked at Yang Fan cautiously. I was afraid that he would affect his mood because of these vicious comments.

Yang Fan was not depressed because of these comments as usual, he looked at them very calmly.

He turned on his tuba and replied blandly thank you for your like. Then set this book review as the top essence, and as for the comments on the spray works, there was no reply or deletion as before.

Yang Fan didn't react much. He calmly clicked on the writer's assistant and flipped through the previous chapters.

"Yang Fan, you... Are you okay..."Lan looked at the abnormal Yang Fan, a little overwhelmed, according to his understanding of Yang Fan, he should have cried to himself in a depressed mood, instead of calmly looking through the chapters he had written before like now.

"Aren't you happy that someone likes my work?" Yang Fan said with a smile, "and it is also recognized by a powerful Xianxia writer." ”

"But... So many comments saying that your book is bad..."Lan whispered.

"They're right, it's true that my book is not good, I'm reading the previous chapters carefully and revising them. ”

"You're... Yang Fan?" Lan looked at Yang Fan in front of him in horror, who was completely opposite to the image of the cowardly writer in his memory.

Yang Fan did not respond, but looked at the novel he wrote before.

He does have grievances in his heart, but he is more moved, and there is a blood as a writer, he is very stubborn, which can be seen from the fact that he can insist on updating to 250,000 words without being signed.

He wanted to slap those people in the face, and he wanted to tell those trolls that his persistence would be recognized one day. He wants to tell his readers who have always supported him that they are not wrong in their choice.

Readers are the spiritual pillar of a writer and the driving force behind the creation of a work. Even if there is only one loyal reader, the writer's work is in some sense successful.

Yang Fan carefully analyzed that most of the people who insulted the works were because the previous works were not attractive enough and were bland and tasteless. Yang Fan began to read and revise at the same time.

It's harder to revise your previous work than to create a new one.

To create a new work, he can create his own new ideas without imagination. To revise a work, it is necessary to first deepen the story and writing skills on the premise of not violating one's previous outline and story development.

Yang Fan carefully revised each of the previous chapters, his main revision was the description of the characters, as well as the colloquial words into writing, and the excessive description of the scenery became brief and clear.

It took him three hours to revise fifteen chapters, and although only these few revisions, the beginning of the novel seemed to be reborn.

270,000 words, 88 chapters, according to his speed, he will have to change it for at least ten hours, Yang Fan stretched his waist and looked up at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. He decided not to sleep tonight and finished all the work all night.

A pack of pistachios and a cup of hot water were gently placed on Yang Fan's computer desk, Yang Fan looked over with the cup of hot water and saw Lan's cute appearance with a pouting mouth.

"It's better to stay up late and eat nut-based snacks, this is my last pack of snacks, and I'll give it to you. Don't think I care about you, I'm just afraid of your sudden death, after all, you're only physique9. Lan said stiffly, but the worry in her eyes betrayed what she was thinking.

Yang Fan did not expose her, Yang Fan unpacked the package and poured out half of it.

"One and a half. Yang Fan pointed to the pistachio and said with a smile.

"Looks like I'm still not fit to be a writer. A chubby girl looked at the computer screen in front of her and sighed to herself.

The girl did not look very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her big eyes reveal her reluctance to her work.

She looked at the time on the computer tiredly, it was already twelve o'clock, for a girl of her age, it should be bedtime, she slowly walked to her double bed full of various dolls. Reluctantly glanced at the computer screen.

"Do you have to give up like this?" suddenly twinkled with tears in the girl's eyes. She also doesn't know if her tears are for her own efforts, or for her own work.

She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and fell on the bed, tired, but she had not slept for a long time.

On the computer screen, the dazzling book review was like a sharp knife inserted into the girl's fragile heart.

"Hahahaha, is this what Chubby Pig wrote?"

"You see this little fat pig is daydreaming again, quite a writer, you look at 100,000 words, there are only fifteen collections. ”

"It's disgusting. ”

“...”

Fat Pig was her nickname at school, and these glaring book reviews were left by her classmates.

She is an ordinary sophomore high school girl, with a height of 165 and a weight of 160. Because of her weight and introverted personality, she is often bullied and ridiculed by girls in her class.

She has only one hobby, and that is writing. For countless days and nights, she used her computer as her companion to write fantastic stories with her imagination.

Although her books are only in fifteen collections, this is the first time she has been recognized. Although there were only fifteen of them, although they were only on the Internet, she was very happy.

For her, it is only when she updates the code words that she can find her own smile.

But now, the smile that belongs to him is gone. All this is because of one person, her only friend, Li Mengmeng.

Today, she told Li Mengmeng about writing a novel on the website. Li Mengmeng asked for the name of the novel, and said that she wanted to vote for her, so she secretly told Li Meng without any scheming, and asked Li Meng to keep it secret for herself. But what she didn't expect was that Li Meng actually publicized this matter directly in the class. Tell everyone about her writing a novel as a joke.

She looked at Li Mengmeng puzzled and asked why, why did she do this, weren't they best friends?

"Who wants to be friends with a pig, even if it's an interesting pig, no one wants to. ”

On this night, there are destined to be many people who suffer from insomnia.