Late at night, the stars covered the sky, making the night look particularly deserted.

In the editorial department of xx net fairy, except for a little girl, the other editors have already gone home from work.

The little girl waited anxiously with her big eyes fixed on the time on the computer screen.

At this time, she was tired and sleepy, after all, it was already eleven fifty. As a good girl, usually at this time period, she has already sunk into sweet dreams.

But she couldn't sleep, because she was waiting for twelve o'clock. Because at twelve o'clock, she can tell her writer that his book is on the limit free voting PK.

Ten minutes passed slowly, and every second seemed like a century to her, and her eyelids kept fighting.

"As long as you hold on for a while, you can tell him the news of the recommended free seat at twelve o'clock. Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer—" she kept saying to herself in her heart.

No matter how long time is, it will always come to an end, not to mention that time is a time flies, and the white horse flies?

Finally, when the time on the computer reached 0:00, she quickly logged in to her QQ and quickly left a message for her special attention

"You're on the limit free voting PK, hurry up and organize readers to vote now. ”

After sending this sentence, she quickly took out her mobile phone and opened the xx network app, and then the sleepiness on her face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the expression on her face became distorted and angry.

On the APP, there are a total of four books that are limited to free voting today, and only two minutes have passed on the computer, and one of the books has reached 5,060 votes.

That book is the Great Warlord's "Dream Invincible System"

Although she is simple, she is not stupid, and in just two minutes, the data of this book has reached this number.

She suddenly remembered the meaningful smile that the editor-in-chief had smiled at Editor Bear when he left. Let her suddenly understand something, make her suddenly feel that the sky is falling.

She threw herself back at the computer, told him the news, and kept apologizing. She typed an apology, but she couldn't control it, and her tears kept falling.

"Why, why, isn't it to be an editor's professional ethics, why, why?" she cried as she screamed in the empty newsroom.

However, no one will tell her the answer. Because many people know that sometimes in order to achieve the goal, there is no need to follow any ethics or rules.

After all, most things only look at the result, not the process.

The QQ prompt on the computer sounded, and she wiped her eyes and stared at the computer screen.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, just fall behind, you have to trust me. ”

The reply was short and forceful, but she could tell in the message his determination and confidence.

She wiped her eyes, and her eyes, which were originally very pure, revealed a rare ferocity.

"Well, I believe you. She replied with all her might.

Then she got up and made a cup of coffee, tied her long hair up, and set up a new document on the table to record how she felt.

In that document, she swore that she would never cry again. She swore that she would never give up on this battle. She vowed that she would work hard to become a "real" editor so that her writers would never be treated and wronged like this again.

The moonlight quietly sprinkled into the editorial office of xx.com, stretching the little girl's shadow very long, as if caressing her heart that had grown up because of injury.

"Recommended!!" Yang Fan returned home with tiredness, and when he saw the message from the editor of the Son of Heaven, he couldn't help jumping up in surprise.

This is the first time in his life that he has been recommended position, and he is very powerful when he hears the name, and the classification strongly recommends the recommendation position!

"Is the classification push very powerful?" Yang Fan, who had finally recovered from the surprise, asked Lan.

"Pretty good recommendation. Lan thought for a moment and replied.

"Then will I be able to collect and soar, and then sell it on the shelves and reach the pinnacle of life?" Yang Fan said excitedly.

"Should... Yes... Lan said uncertainly, after all, with a recommendation position, at least it is a good sign, although she has a trace of doubt and doubt in her heart, but she doesn't want to discourage Yang Fan's enthusiasm.

"Then what should I do now?" Yang Fan said nervously when he heard Lan's reply.

"You go to sleep now. Lan looked at Yang Fan, who had not rested for a day and a night, and continued seriously

"Then, you get up tomorrow and continue writing, the recommendation is honestly the number of words and chapters, you can only write better articles if you keep plenty of energy and enough rest. ”

"Yes, Sister Lan is right, go and rest. Lin Wanting on the side echoed, the worry in her eyes was no more relaxed than Lan.

"No... The chance to finally come... I..."Before Yang Fan finished speaking, Lan took a step forward towards Yang Fan and said, "Be obedient, I won't harm you." ”

Yang Fan looked at Lan's serious eyes, suddenly regained his composure, and then nodded to indicate that he knew.

After all, in addition to Yang Fan, Lan and Lin Wanting haven't had a good rest for a long time.

Yang Fan quickly took a shower, lay on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

All kinds of images kept coming to mind, from knowing that his book had been abandoned to now signing a contract and having his first recommendation. Those images kept coming back to his mind. Let him quickly enter the dream.

Looking at Yang Fan's sleeping appearance, Lan stared at the computer screen, always feeling that something was wrong, after all, this notification was learned through the editor QQ. And not by standing short. She glanced at Yang Fan's sleeping appearance, she sighed, and looked at him gently.

"Don't worry, you're going to be a good writer. No matter what difficulties lie ahead, don't give up, because I'll be there for you. ”

When the next morning comes, the first thing most writers do when they open their eyes is to pick up their mobile phones or turn on their computers and look up the data of their books.

After all, early mornings often bring hopes and dreams.

But two writers opened their writer's assistant and looked at the data and messages of their book, and instead of hope, they felt a deep sense of despair.

The two of them didn't go through the notice, they caught up with the limited and exempt voting PK, and looking at the news, they quickly opened the app to see the votes of their books.

One with 172 votes, one with 245 votes.

They looked at this data and hurriedly looked at the data of the other two books PK at the same time, one with 16,250 votes and the other with 12,450 votes. Then they all laughed in unison, but their smiles were a little bleak.

Fools understand what this sudden no-vote recommendation slot means, and even more so they are not fools.

But they were helpless, after all, looking at the names of these two books, they didn't have any desire to fight. After all, those two books are the existence of admiration for writers like them.

The two of them got up in unison, and then sat in front of the computer in a daze, without bothering to wash and eat.

They are thinking about the future of their books. After all, this recommendation came too suddenly. After all, the opponent of this recommended position is too unexpected for them.

They have no courage to resist except despair, and they are like abandoned children. There is no sense of presence in that recommendation position, and if you have to have it, it is just a stepping stone under the feet of others.

There was a writer, he was a writer with 172 votes, and he symbolically asked for votes in his readership. Then he opened the editing dialog and asked angrily

"Why, don't you tell me when there is a recommendation, let me save the manuscript, let me prepare well. ”

Then, soon his responsible editor replied to the PK vote because it was a limited exemption from confidentiality. Because that's the work ethic of an editor.

He looked at the last sentence, and wanted to take a screenshot to show him the number of votes to the editor in charge, but he didn't believe it, these two books were the same as himself, without any notice, just seeing that there were so many votes, but the words were halfway through, and he gave up.

Because, he didn't dare, after all, he was a full-time writer, although he was a full-time writer who hit the streets, he also had to rely on writing books and building a good relationship with the editor to earn money to support his family.

He held his head and grabbed his hair desperately. He understands that this time it is rare to exempt the recommended PK and there is no place for him.

Why, give yourself hope, why give yourself hope when your book is hopeless, and then find that there is no hope in the end?

Why? he asked himself repeatedly. Then he looked up and saw his fanbase, stunned.

Readers in the group who have woken up have started to post screenshots of their own votes. The data on those screenshots is pitiful compared to the first two. But why does he feel like crying when he looks at the screenshots of those readers in the group?

Why do you see a glimmer of hope when you look at the actions of those readers?

He didn't understand it, but tears of emotion cut down the corners of his eyes, making his eyes extremely determined.

"Today's five watches. He tapped his keyboard to give an answer to those in his readership who had quietly supported him.

Looking at the excited faces of the readers in the readership, he banged on the table desperately.

Even if you can't see any hope ahead, even if you know that no matter how hard you try, you will fail.

Then don't hope that the defeat will be complete and the defeat will be dignified!

This limited and exempt voting PK began. The editors on both sides tried their best to play this game well.

In chess terminology, the first shot is known as the starting advantage, but there are many ways to deal with the starting advantage.

For example, the cliché horse jump, or the life-for-life cannon in the rack.

Everyone plays chess in order to win, just like the big warlord and I are a novice, biting to the death, everyone desperately fights,-for-tat, life for life, after all, no one cares about the life and death of soldiers and pawns, just because their sense of existence and role is too small, most choose to sacrifice them to ensure their advantage.

However, in the world of chess, there are often endgames in which you win because you have one more pawn, and sometimes you lose because you have one less pawn in the endgame.

What is the outcome of this game?