“…… What do you mean, Boss? ”

Although Bimo was excited, he didn't answer directly, in case the editor-in-chief had other meanings.

"I'm going to recommend you to be the editor-in-chief of that site in the past."

The editor-in-chief looked at the pen and ink like this, smiled and said again.

"If there is no accident, this job should be able to fall on you, and there is no one more suitable than you, with enough grades and qualifications, but the management experience may be slightly worse."

"So you will follow me first in the past two months, even if it is the deputy editor-in-chief of our editorial team, you will also participate in the work of some editors-in-chief, and I will be lazy, so let you get familiar with it first."

Listening to the editor-in-chief's straightforward words, the pen and ink are even more excited,

"Thank you, Boss."

"You don't need to thank me, thank you for the authors under your hands, the editor's grades still depend on the results of the authors under your hands."

"I see, boss."

"Alright, let's go."

Here, Bimo and the editor-in-chief are excitedly exchanging about promotion.

On the other side,

Ji Zhuo was burping in the restaurant.

……

“…… Hiccup. ”

"What, in a bad mood?"

After taking a sip of happy soda, Ji Zhuo glanced at Yun Qingmu, who was sitting across the table,

happened to come out to eat, and by the way, he called out Yun Qingmu, a black fan head.

But Yun Qingmu didn't know.

“…… Hey, I'm just going to finish reading that author's book. ”

Yun Qingmu bit the string fiercely, and then said with some melancholy,

"The book is slow to update, and it's short and small."

“…… After reading this book, I don't know when the author's new book will be opened. You don't let me read a novel, and I don't have a book to read. ”

“…… You know, I'm very bored, and the daily fun is to watch dramas, read novels, and travel occasionally, and now the fun is one less for the time being. ”

You read all my novels...... It's just that you don't know it yourself.

Inexplicably, Ji Zhuo held the Coke cup and glanced at Yun Qingmu mysteriously, what is the matter with a little psychological advantage.

“…… I've read that book, too. If you look at the type, you can know that it is a medium-length article, and it is definitely not as long as a traditional online article. It can't be considered short, right? ”

Looking at Yun Qingmu Ji Zhuo, he wanted to cough dryly, but he held back,

But he was still a little weak-hearted, so he took a sip of Coke again.

“…… That's right. What about you, how are you writing a novel? ”

“…… It's okay, and I'm almost done. ”

“…… Well, show me when you want...... By the way, you're not as out of context as the dog author, right? ”

“…… Ahem...... Something like this out of context......"

……

"Hiccup......

After dinner, they dispersed.

After drinking too much Coke, Ji Zhuo hiccuped again.

Walking on the street, the evening breeze blew and the whole person was much more awake.

With a little comfort, Ji Zhuo walked back to his residence.

The other side.

Yun Qingmu, who came out to have dinner with Ji Zhuo,

took the car back to the community,

Blowing the evening breeze on the seat, I can't help but take some brisk steps,

But as I walked, I opened the door and got home.

But she always felt that she had ignored some information when she had dinner with Ji Zhuo before.

What is it?

“…… Yun Qingmu, back? ”

On the sofa next to her, Yun Xinxin was sitting on the sofa with her legs down, holding a bag of potato chips and watching TV.

Yun glanced at her, then sat back on the sofa, thinking about it again.

"Hey......"

At this time, Yun Xinxin, who was eating potato chips next to him, suddenly sighed while chewing on potato chips, and the whole person was a little depressed and melancholy.

“…… What's wrong? Tired from work? Don't want to mop the floor at night...... I can accept that you put it off tomorrow. ”

Yun Qingmu had to turn his head, asked Yun Xinxin, and said quite seriously.

Yun Xinxin chewed the potato chips, glanced at Yun with admiration, and then sighed and said,

“…… Eh...... The people in the company are saying that the website is about to be acquired by the first reading novel, and I am just about to turn regular here, and I have encountered such a big change. ”

“…… Oh, if you buy it, you will buy it, and it's good to be bought by the first reading novel. Besides, it has so much to do with you as an intern editor. ”

“…… Yun Qingmu you don't understand, what if you start reading the network to enter the non-ink novel, what if you come to clean it from top to bottom? What if I lose my job then? ”

“…… Oh, so the fiction website you work on is called Non-Mo Novels. ”

“……”

"If you are unemployed, you will be unemployed, and if you can't do it, you can also collect rent."

“…… Yun Qingmu! Can you pursue it a little bit, just eat like this and wait for you to be happy? ”

“…… I feel like I'm happy. ”

“……”

"My silly sister...... If the first reading network becomes the owner, the editors will be cleaned up. So why did they buy your website and not just rebuild one? ”

“…… It seems to be the same. Yun Qingmu, even if you still have a little wisdom. ”

"You're concerned about it...... In addition, I can mop the floor, and our family has not been mopping for several days. ”

Yun Xinxin: "......"

"What's wrong?"

“…… It's a bit melancholy. ”

……

Time passes in and out as the sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains.

"Crackling ......"

There was the sound of keyboard tapping in the study.

Ji Zhuo was coding words in the study again.

Two more days have passed.

In the past two days, Ji Zhuo has been coding words as usual, eating, resting, and taking some time to adapt the script to the Pioneer Film and Television Animation Production Team.

The script has sent a few more scenes in the past few days, and it is almost enough for an episode.

And the finale of the novel "Seven Days of Hell" obviously came a day or two earlier than Ji Zhuo expected.

The plot of the novel is written to the end stage, and all the plots have been thought out in detail before.

Everything fell into place, and it was naturally written, and it was updated much faster than before.

thereupon

Today should be the time to finish writing the finale of the novel "Seven Days of Hell".

Sitting at your desk, facing your computer screen,

Ji Zhuo's thoughts are smooth, and his fingers are flying on the keyboard, as if he is playing a pleasant concerto.

Completely immersed in the plot idea, filling the blank space on the screen with lines and lines.

Except for his fingers, Ji Zhuo's body has not moved greatly for a long time, and the sourness of sitting in the waist of his spine for a long time seems to have been filtered out.

All I have in my head is the plot of the finale of this novel.

finally

The sunlight outside the house through the study window is gradually blocked by the tall buildings in the distance.

The sky is reflected in the afterglow, and the night spreads in other directions,

The lights are already lit up in the tall buildings in the distance,

The faint light from the notebook in front of Ji Zhuo dispelled the hazy night around him.

“…… Cracking sound! ”

(End of book)"

"Hoo ......"

Finally, the last three words of a book,

Ji Zhuo let out a long breath and stopped tapping his fingers on the keyboard,

The whole person's thinking was barely withdrawn from the finale plot of the novel,

And then......

"Hiss......"

I only felt back pain, hand cramps.

The day before, I had planned to finish writing "Seven Days of Hell" today.

So today, early in the morning, he got out of bed,

Then spend the whole day coding in front of the computer.

Now I just feel a dull pain in my whole head, mixed with some tingling,

Rubbing his swollen temples,

Ji Zhuo reluctantly moved his body that was a little sore and stiff,

He exhaled a long breath,

I touched the mouse again, and swiped the finale of a large chapter,

Finally checked for typos,

Ji Zhuo cut to the writer's backstage and sent the chapter out.

Then I wrote a simple and sloppy testimonial as usual, and sent it out.

"Finish the testimonial."

"This book is complete. I don't know when the next book will be released.

Finish. ”

Looking at this finished testimonial and sent out the finale of the big chapter.

Ji Zhuo was satisfied, and only nodded with a feeling of contentment.

Then switch back to the home page of the writer's backstage.

A refresh,

There are already some comments about the finale.

“…… , it's the finale! Damn, I'm the first! ”

“…… Check it out! Show it all to you! ”

Apparently the chapter has just been released, and some of the comments that have come out have not yet been discussed about the plot.

Most readers who post comments just put a sentence aside and start reading the novel seriously.

Looking at these comments,

Ji Zhuo couldn't help but smile.

Closed the writer's backstage.

Buckle the computer again, then turn your head, and touch the mobile phone next to you.

Ji Zhuo got up, raised his head, and thought seriously.

"The novel is over...... Such an exhilarating time...... Shouldn't I have a good celebration in the evening? ”

“…… And then schedule other activities? ”

Ji Zhuo thought about it seriously, and then nodded emphatically.

Well, that's it!

Ji Zhuo picked up his phone and went out,

For the time being, I didn't care about the reaction after the finale of "Seven Days of Hell" was released.

For an author, the finale is complete, and the creation of the book is over.

……

“…… Well? Finished writing the book? ”

It was dark, and the pen and ink were still working overtime in the editorial department as usual.

But because the editor-in-chief mentioned to him about his imminent promotion two days ago,

Even if he works overtime, he is very excited, and he is indeed already dealing with some of the things that the editor-in-chief is responsible for.

At this moment, the pen and ink have just finished some work in hand,

is browsing the editing background,

Then I saw the "Seven Days of Hell" by the author under his hand, "Era Coincidence"

A new chapter with the 'finale' was released,

There was a pause.

Immediately after, while thinking about something, I kept clicking in and looking at it.

I don't know that after the book is finished,

What the author will write in the next book must have been beyond his expectations, and then exploded beyond his expectations.

Anyway, the author's new book didn't meet his expectations at all.

Every time this author's book explodes, it always makes him, the editor, unable to help but doubt himself,

Then when faced with some works of the same genre, he couldn't help but sign a contract to give a recommendation, and then the results of other books hitting the street always made him sober up.

Then he understood a truth, this author's energy is because he writes well, the story is good, and his head is not sober and follows him, often cold...... Well, except for resuscitation Cthulhu.

I don't know what this author will write next.

Maybe a new genre will be brought up.

Never mind

It's useless to think about this, according to the author's practice of opening a new book every other month after he finishes a book,

When this author opens a new book, he may still be at the headquarters of Shiyue.com, and maybe he will be transferred to become the editor-in-chief.

When the time comes, this author will definitely not be under his hands either.

Let the editor have to bear this feeling of heart rate going up after this author publishes a new book.

Thinking about it, Bimo smiled and shook his head,

Immediately after, the finale chapter node opened,

He glanced at the chapter's title, 'Interstellar Civilization (Finale)'

It should be a good ending, right?

Converged thoughts,

Just as a reader who also chased down, the pen and ink looked at the finale of this book.

……

“…… Well? Updated? The finale? ”

In the bustling city, in the noodle restaurant.

Ye Linhan sat at the table by the door, and the restaurant in front of him had already eaten about the same.

I took out my phone, opened the APP, and just refreshed it to see that the 'Seven Days of Hell' that I was watching released a new chapter.

Then, I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

He basically chased down the whole book, and it took him more than two months to catch up.

I'm going to finish the book now, and I'm still in a bit complicated.

Not only because of the novel, but also because there is a missing link in daily life.

“…… Call. ”

With a long sigh, Ye Linhan glanced at the chapter title again,

“…… Looking at the title here, maybe the people in the book friend group guessed wrong, maybe it was really a good ending. ”

Smiling, suppressing some of the melancholy of the novel, Ye Linhan continued to look down at the text.

And at the same time,

This noodle shop is in the inside, in the back kitchen,

The owner of the noodle shop extinguished the fire on the stove and moved another stool to sit, holding his mobile phone and watching.

And everywhere,

The different readers of this Seven Days of Hell,

also clicked on the finale of this novel under different circumstances.

……

The plot of "Seven Days of Hell",

After the plot after it was put on the shelves, it was natural that there would continue to progress.

The protagonist Xu Hua lies flat on the bed after gradually and completely losing his hearing again.

And the cold food was always placed on the table in the house,

Xu Hua's consciousness was muddy, and in a trance, he seemed to have fallen asleep, or he didn't.

And I don't know how long it took,

Xu Hua subconsciously opened his eyes again

only to find ...... It was as if sunlight was shining through the window, illuminating the room.

It's morning again?

"Huh?"

Xu Hua noticed that something seemed to have changed in front of him,

Much of the darkness was still hazy in front of him, but he seemed to be able to see some vague outlines of the image.

It's like a dark room without moonlight, although you can't see anything clearly, but you can vaguely see the outlines of some objects.

Am I hallucinating?

Xu Hua groped his way from the side of the bed and stood up,

He reached out and touched the dark silhouettes in front of him,

The first time he reached out, because of the ghosting of the silhouette, his hand didn't quite grasp what should be the edge of the table,

But I could feel my fingertips grabbing past the table,

The fingertips that were scratched couldn't help but hurt a little,

But it made Xu Hua suddenly excited, and the pain at the moment made people feel so real,

He stretched out his hand again, this time with extreme caution, reaching out and gradually approaching the edge of the dark outline in front of him,

Finally, in his hazy vision, he touched the edge of the table, and he grabbed it.

He turned his head in the direction of the window of the room,

After such a long time, he actually saw the sun again,

Even though the sunlight was still so faint in the eyes, even though the scene in front of me was so blurry.

But so what!

Everything has turned around! Perhaps human civilization will not be extinct.

"Hahaha......"

Xu Hua laughed, smiling presumptuously,

Laughed tears welled up.

Even if he couldn't even hear his own laughter,

Even if the loss of hearing is far worse than expected.

Turn your head again,

Xu Hua looked out the door,

I don't know when,

There was also a figure standing outside the door,

The silhouette of the figure is blurred, ghosted, and drowned in the sight of more darkness, and can only barely make out the figure.

But judging from that person's movements, Xu Hua knew,

The man was laughing, too, and he knew that a turning point had come.

The turning point for humanity has arrived......

The plot starts here,

Continue to expand downward.

The author will use a brief article,

A rough description of the catastrophe that followed the blindness and hearing loss of all mankind last night.

And after the disaster, the turning point came, and the excitement of the people.

That's about three scenes.

From Xu Hua's angle, he vaguely saw that in the camp outside the house.

There are also soldiers who seem to be singing loudly, but no one can hear whether their voices are hoarse, whether their singing voices have been distorted,

The second is the former traffic policeman,

Last night he fell into the corridor of the residential community, and then he didn't think about getting up again, and spent the night in that trance.

Until the next morning, the sun fell on him.

The third is the worker.

When the morning sun shines into the house,

The worker paused, and he saw a blurred mechanical shadow in front of him,

He just stretched out his hand and put it on the mechanical device, pausing for a long time.

And the author uses such a short length,

After hurriedly passing through these images,

The plot continues.