Chu Qiao pulled his head out of the table in confusion.

The keys of the keyboard are imprinted on the face, poke it... It hurts a little.

If he looked in the mirror at this moment, he would definitely find that the letters 'S' and 'B' on his face were exceptionally clear and unambiguous.

Looking at the gibberish characters all over the screen, this sad fat man sighed helplessly.

If all these words were valid words, it would be fine.

A few minutes ago, in a dream, he dreamed that he had a hundred doppelgangers, each of which wrote a thousand words and could update fifty chapters a day.

It doesn't matter how it's written, as long as the story is complete, it's the most old-fashioned and easiest upgrade exercise, and you can use a huge amount of updates to get on the sales list.

However, after waking up, the reality is still skinny.

Updates are still sluggish.

I was anxious all day, coded words for three hours, and the things I wrote out were still ignored by the dog.

Pulling the little black room down, Chu Qiao shook to the bathroom in a daze, rubbed his face with cold water, and forcibly turned on his brain.

"When have I been so diligent, and I can still stay up all night coding words?" Chu Qiao was a little puzzled.

I believe that Chu Qiao, who fights with his life and exchanges his hard work for subscriptions, has been dead for many years.

Now he is just a procrastination and anti-cancer fighter, and a full-time reward for stepping on the line.

Unless it can really evolve into a tentacle monster that is better than tens of thousands a day, the short outbreak of hitting the street, in addition to consuming his own liver, can move and move himself at most.

With a glass of fat house water and a piece of bread, he walked sloppily to the computer.

Click on the author's background and look at the sad addition of yesterday.

Tons tons tons tons ·

The fat house is under the water, and the depression is swept away.

Isn't it just that the new ones continue to dive, the subscriptions continue to be sluggish, and the average subscription daily shows a red decline, and the subscription ratio is always a mystery?

Don't panic!

"Hmm, when did I open a new book?" Looking at the extra book in the author's background, Chu Qiao was a little confused, and the vague memory was returning to his mind.

Drip, drip!

The penguin in the lower right corner starts to beat wildly.

Chu Qiao clicked on the penguin, and when he saw who the person who sent the message was, his scalp tensed up instantly.

"Xiaoqiao! Why did you open a new book? Can you withstand it?" The editor's greetings were impossible to figure out through the Internet, what kind of emotions they contained.

Chu Qiao carefully measured the words, and after three or four revisions, he clicked send.

"The grades are a bit sluggish, and I can't pay the electricity bill (with a crying emoji), double open it and see if I can earn more dog food. The editor is very relieved that I have been studying this book for a long time, painstakingly polishing it, and preparing a lot of materials, and it is by no means a hot-headed temporary creation. ”

Regardless of whether this is the case, at least at this time, you must not be cowardly.

The author writes a book, like the captain of a ship, the captain of an airplane.

Regardless of whether you know the course and destination, if there are passengers on board, you must not be cowardly, let alone panic.

The author panicked and admitted that he stepped on the watermelon peel, and the plot collapsed all the way, what else do readers think? How can the editor believe that you can finish writing and give you recommendations?

"Yes! Come on! But in the new book period, remember to take it easy, it's a good thing to break out, but let's break out after it's on the shelves! ”

The editor seems to be in a good mood?

Chu Qiao came to such a conclusion.

"Don't worry, it's all right!" Chu Qiao let out three big smiles in a row, thinking that this would show that he was very confident.

The editor did not reply again.

Chu Qiao also temporarily pulled down the dialog box and clicked into his newly created book.

More than 30,000 words have been updated... Waste! The review has not yet passed.

Naturally, there are no readers either.

There are no book reviews and this chapter says.

But as an old reader for more than ten years and a dog for ten years, my basic reading ability is still up to standard.

Although, it is inevitable that there will be some 'authorities fans', but in terms of plot structure, there is no problem for the time being.

"But that's how it was written... I'm afraid I'm going to be sprayed!" Having said that, Chu Qiao had no desire to change the book.

Writing a book can only please some people.

After all, it's hard to reconcile.

He just has the ability to write a Dream of Red Mansions, as long as people don't die for hundreds of years, and the dead ones are still alive, they will still be blocked by trolls.

It is not surprising to grasp a point, then excavate and interpret itself, and then use this point to besiege and attack.

I have written a book for so many years, not to mention that it has been over-interpreted and pigtailed.

is to create something out of nothing, create artificial 'contradictions', and then rise to the author's personal moral level of attack, Chu Qiao has also experienced a lot.

"The problem is that the time chosen to send the book is wrong!"

"At this point in time... Many great gods will open books, and fierce competition is one thing. Quite a bit... After all, it is the 'regular army' incorporated by the studio, and when it is put on the shelves, it will form a competition, and if you hit it head-on... I'm afraid I'm going to be rhythmic. ”

Thinking of this, Chu Qiao just had a headache.

"Ahh Writing a book, if you just write a book, you only need to focus on writing a good book, it is enough... That's easy!"

Look down at a glance and ten lines.

Seeing the last updated chapter, Chu Qiao frowned.

The subject matter is not too new.

The plot can't be said to be too brilliant.

The most important thing is... I didn't even drive.

Does that make sense?

"I have been reading in Chuqiao for nearly ten years, relying on my reliable and good driving skills! Although I have been repeatedly sealed books and chapters, my name is loud and the signboard is hanging there. Don't drive... Is this still me?" Chu Qiao was a little puzzled.

He wanted to change.

The question is... The plot develops to the point where he sees, and there are only two female characters.

A hippopotamus and a girl destined to hit the streets.

I can't drive even if I want to... The fuel tank is not full, open the wool line?

"Could it be that he is evil?" Chu Qiao touched the stubble on his chin.

Close the page.

Start scanning the book as usual.

"Ouch... The angle of this book is tricky, broad, broad!"

"Well, this book is not bad! I actually developed a copy of the heavens of the Japanese art film, this is challenging the bottom line!

Reading, eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, swiping your phone, reading small websites, reading books, reading books, reading small websites, eating...

The time quietly came to ten o'clock in the evening.

Although the update of the day was not written a word.

Chu Qiao's face still had a mysterious calmness.

"The girl just now has a good figure and a face, but it's just a code, and it's a little annoying to cover her ears and steal the bell. Forget it... Let her go today, collect the gun and fight again another day. The recent rise of domestic production, the crooked Madou series or something, it's also quite interesting... Wait, stop first, you can't look at it anymore, and you can't keep it anymore!"

After washing his hands and taking a deep breath, Chu Qiao finally opened the small black room.

And then... The brain is still blank.

"Water... What to write?"

"The main line is a bit unmoving, open a branch? Or do you want to get two more characters out and have a rivalry with the protagonist?"

Between thoughts.

Chu Qiao suddenly felt like his brain was empty.

The whole person suddenly changed.

The hooves fluttered, and they ran wildly on the keyboard.

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