While waiting for the approval of the application of the friend of the editor in charge and the review editor, Yang Fan sat awkwardly in the chair, and with his awkward sitting posture, his mood was also uneasy.

"Lan, do you think the editor didn't see my friend application? It's been half an hour. Yang Fan looked at Lan nervously and asked.

After all, this is Yang Fan's first signing, and he is very excited and nervous. Yang Fan seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart beating faster.

"This is the fifth time you've asked me, look what time it is. The editor hasn't been to work yet. Lan replied weakly.

Lan was a little impatient with Yang Fan's repeated questions, but he felt a little funny when he looked at Yang Fan like this.

"Poof, did you inform others of the news of your contract?" Seeing Yang Fan's nervous sweat running down his forehead, Lan finally said with a smile.

"Oh, no. Yang Fan heard Lan's words and reacted. Because of the many reasons for the update and timing of the test potion, he forgot to inform those who had been supporting him about it.

Yang Fan hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and flipped through the address book, and then the excited look on his face slowly turned calm.

Because, there are so few people he can share this matter with.

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, sent the news of his signing with his mother, Brother Long, glasses, and Li Xiao, and then put his mobile phone on the table and looked at the computer screen calmly.

I don't know why, after sending the message, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness in his heart.

Maybe it's because he felt that there were a lot of people who supported him, but in the end he found out that there were only a few people.

Looking at Yang Fan's lonely and decadent eyes, Lan stretched out his little hand and slapped Yang Fan's shoulder fiercely.

Yang Fan was in pain, turned his head to look at Lan a little angrily, and then he heard a sentence that he couldn't forget in his life.

There are only four words in that sentence, and that is:

And me.

"Hey, what's wrong with Editor Bear?" said a middle-aged fat man in a suit and leather shoes on the subway, holding a mobile phone.

There were a lot of people in the subway, and the signal was not good, and the sound from his mobile phone was intermittent, so he had to turn on the speaker.

"Editor Wang, later... Later, if there is a book called Looking Up at the Stars, the author of the War Tale will add you... You... You immediately ask him to send you a signing contract today, and... Then tell me when the contract arrives..."

The voice on the phone was intermittent, and after listening to this sentence with difficulty, Wang Xianbian suddenly felt a little hesitant and curious, but he thought of calling him, but the big editor of Xianxia was in full swing, and finally replied with a good word with the curiosity in his heart.

When he hung up the phone, he couldn't help but shake his head and mutter, "It's really strange, how can Editor Bear suddenly care so much about a rookie writer..."

After muttering, the subway shook, and Editor Wang did not stand firmly, but leaned directly on another passenger. In the midst of the passenger's scolding, Editor Wang kept bowing his head and apologizing...

Not long after Yang Fan finished sending the message, his mobile phone received the blessings of Li Xiao, Brother Long and glasses. They were all encouraging and expecting him to become a god as soon as possible, but his mother's reply was not seen.

When Yang Fan was wondering why his mother didn't reply to the message, his editor in charge, Tianzi, approved his friend request. He could only temporarily put aside the question that his mother did not reply.

"Are you, am I Fanfan?" that QQ took the initiative to send a message.

"I am, hello!" Yang Fan looked at the news and said excitedly on the keyboard.

"I think your book has a lot of potential, can you send me the outline?" Don't be polite and get straight to the point.

"Okay!" Yang Fan replied as he passed the outline he had originally set on his desktop to the editor called the Son of Heaven. He waited anxiously for a reply from the editor he was responsible for.

Time passed minute by minute, although Yang Fan didn't sleep all night, but he was in a state of excitement, he kept looking at the time, feeling like he was back in elementary school, expecting to worry about his exam results.

In fact, it only took half an hour for the Son of Heaven to reply, but for Yang Fan, it seemed like a century had passed.

The Son of Heaven sharply pointed out several fatal points of the outline, and added his own experience for so many years to guide Yang Fan.

Yang Fan watched while exchanging his thoughts with the editor of the Son of Heaven. Slowly, his nervousness and apprehension slowly disappeared because of the discussion of his work, his words became intense because of the discussion of his work, and his face became sickly rosy because of excitement.

Although Lan usually points him out and talks to him about the plot and the structural framework, Lan only roughly expresses his feelings from those rules and regulations, unlike Tianzi, an editor who has been in the industry for many years, is delicate, experienced and long-term visionary.

It's not that Lan's pointing is not good, but each has its own strengths, only the two have their own advantages.

While discussing the plot fiercely with Yang Fan, the Son of Heaven sighed that he was a rare piece of jade. With his own thoughts and understanding of his novels, in Yang Fan, the Son of Heaven found the feeling of being an editor before.

The Son of Heaven impatiently discussed the outline and some writing skills with Yang Fan little by little, and Yang Fan kept putting forward the problems and new ideas that had occurred in his previous writing.

The two chatted happily. And both have learned a lot from each other.

For Yang Fan, today's time passed very slowly and quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for lunch, and at the suggestion of the Son of Heaven, the two reluctantly stopped discussing the plot.

"By the way, did you participate in that Xianxia essay?" the Son of Heaven suddenly thought of this thing and typed.

"Participated. Yang Fan didn't react and typed back.

"Do you have the confidence to take the first place?" the Son of Heaven suddenly asked.

"Nope. Yang Fan simply typed and replied, Yang Fan has self-knowledge, even if he gets the writer system and so many readers like it today, but the gap with the top five is too big.

Some things, no matter how hard you work, even if you have a golden finger against the sky, you need time to catch up slowly. Otherwise, life is so boring!

Yang Fan understands this truth, he feels that he will definitely be able to get a place in this competition, and instead of fighting for the top five, it is better to accumulate strength and then pin it on the reality of the future essay competition.

In fact, because Yang Fan has no ambition and self-confidence, he doesn't understand how much potential he has, and he doesn't understand how strong his strength is.

The Son of Heaven was a little disappointed when he saw Yang Fan's simple and concise reply, but he also understood Yang Fan, after all, rookie writers still accumulate more practically.

"You really don't fight for the first place?" Lan asked next to him.

"Of course... I've signed a contract, and I'm going to work at the TCM clinic next month, with a fixed salary, so why bother earning for those things. Yang Fan said indifferently, in fact, he still has an indisputable reason.

Because the water army came to his book review area last time to make trouble, he was worried that this kind of thing would happen again, after all, he just wanted to take it seriously and quietly and quietly.

However, he doesn't understand that if you want to succeed and become a god, these things will appear again sooner or later, and the success of each book is stepping on the bones of countless books and writers, this is a world of online literature. The world of online literature is more cruel than the real world!

"Whatever you want. Lan pouted and said, "By the way, your phone rang just now." ”

Yang Fan didn't hear the sound of the mobile phone just now because he was too focused, he picked up the mobile phone and found three missed calls.

The names of the missed calls are all mothers.

Yang Fan watched the time and played it back.

"Hey, Mom. ”

"Fanfan, congratulations on your success!" came his mother's voice on the phone.

"Thank you, Mom..." Yang Fan was just halfway through when his mother's voice interrupted him

"I think my son is the best, he will succeed, tell me the name of the book, so I can show off to my little sisters, and see if any of them still say that my son is not doing his job. Perhaps it was because my mother was so excited that she accidentally said something hidden in her heart.

Hearing his mother's words, Yang Fan suddenly felt that his heart was pricked by a needle, it was so uncomfortable, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything!

Yang Fan's mother heard the silence on the phone, and suddenly understood what she said wrong, and hurriedly explained

"It's okay, I just said nonsense, Fan Fan quickly told you the name of the book. ”

"My book is called Looking Up at the Stars. Yang Fan said with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, I'll let the people around me read it together, help you collect it, and vote for it. The mother's voice was full of joy and excitement.

"Okay, thank you, Mom. Originally, when he wrote the book, he didn't dare to tell his friends the title of the book and tell his family about his book, for fear of being ridiculed for his bad grades, for fear that they would spend money for the childish books he wrote, and for fear that they would be angry when they saw readers who insulted him.

However, at this moment, he chose to tell his mother about the book, and chose to let his mother tell his book to others. Because he wants his mother to have something to show off, because he wants his mother to not worry about him!

"Alright, alright, I'm going to class. Fanfan, I'm so proud and proud of you!" The class bell and my mother's voice rang over the phone. Then Yang Fan hung up the phone.

He sat in front of the computer and didn't speak, and Lan looked at him silently.

It turned out that my mother couldn't hold her head up because of herself. Yang Fan tortured himself in his heart.

That's right, a writer who is not famous, a writer who has no income, isn't he a person who does not do his job in the eyes of those people? Yang Fan said again in his heart.

Then Yang Fan pounced on the computer. Typing into the QQ of the Son of Heaven said

"I'm confident that I'll win the first place in this competition!"

When the Son of Heaven was just about to leave his seat, he saw the QQ prompt and saw Yang Fan's words, so he asked curiously

"Why?"

"Because, I want my mother to be proud of me!"