Luo Xiaozhuang's eyes with a green glow stared at the screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard accurately like a machine, and he kept making a crisp tapping sound, and after an hour in a row-

"Ahh!!!!h

Luo Xiaozhuang broke down and held his head in his hands and shouted, his eyes were red like rabbits: "I can't write H!!!!!!!

The number of lines of the document displayed on the screen in front of her is still stuck in yesterday's progress,Deleting, deleting, modifying and changing is almost equal to standing still,Behind is a large blank,There is a counting card on the right side of the monitor,The number twelve is being displayed,It means that she still has twelve days to hand in the manuscript and die to hand it in,But Luo Xiaozhuang has been stuck for three days because of the most important H interaction between the male and female protagonists。

Three days!

She firmly believes that:

Continue the card for six days are card TAT

No matter what metal music is played, no matter how many island country love action movies she watches, it is difficult for her to write.

Her heroes and heroines have been reflected for three days in 'her eyes with his gentle face'.

As she began to wonder if she was cold or incompetent, she had all kinds of negative and self-defeating thoughts, and the QQ dialog box in the lower right corner popped up.

The cacophony was particularly harsh in the dark room.

[Lin Hanjun: Xiaoxiao, are you free these days?]

Luo Xiaozhuang settled down and blinked his sour eyes, Lin Hanjun is her sworn friend and colleague, everyone is a female writer who debuted as an online writer, and the relationship is very close. If it were normal, Luo Xiaozhuang would have sent a series of words crackling, but she had been nervous for three days, and she only sent a [Count free......

[Lin Hanjun: ...... Xiaoxiao?】

After a while, Lin Hanjun sent another message: [Don't tell me, where are you still stuck?????]

Seeing the series of question marks behind that sentence, Luo Xiaozhuang wanted to sift her angrily, but after looking at the document, he held his forehead in shame with one hand, and poked the keyboard with one hand:

[Zhuang Xiaoxiao: T_T]

[Zhuang Xiaoxiao: What to do, what to do YAY!!!!!!!]

[Lin Hanjun: Then you have to help me with this favor. 】

Luo Xiaozhuang's face turned black after quickly sweeping Lin Hanjun's so-called 'help', and immediately shook off the words: [Bastard, sister doesn't do it!]

Lin Hanjun's dialog box was still showing the status of entering information, and Luo Xiaozhuang ignored her and got off QQ. When she re-entered the editing interface, she took a deep breath as she looked at the jammed clips, so that she didn't want to participate in that kind of messy 'adult fast food' activities, she could always write it on her own.

I swore by it.

Swearing-

Swearing-?

Two days later.

Luo Xiaozhuang was standing on the deck of a luxury cruise ship in a black backless dress (Lin Hanjun's), holding a cocktail handed to her by someone who didn't know who handed her, maybe a 'gentleman' or a waiter. In short, the current scene is Miss Luo Xiaozhuang leaning on the side of the boat with a goblet very elegantly, and behind her is a large blood-colored sunset, which is as bright and magnificent as the sea plane.

The twilight was heavy, but not even her heart.

She rejected Lin Hanjun with words, but looking at the document that had made no progress, and looking at the counting cards that were about to turn over a page on the side, she was not calm, and finally emotionally PK reason, and reason prevailed.