After a good night's sleep, Chen Miao woke up feeling more energetic than ever, and woke up early.

At the same time, a new month is coming, accompanied by a gift from the Apocalypse system - manuscript fees.

The first day of every month is Chen Miao's happiest day.

Since eight years ago, every morning on this day, his pocket money for the following month will arrive in time, rain or shine.

Generally speaking, his monthly income is more than 1,000 yuan, because it is too much on the street, and he has never even reached 1500, but this month's manuscript fee is more worth looking forward to than before.

Because this month, he has dozens more bound follow-up readers, and there are a large number of casual rubbing, phew, reading state readers who are casual to see, and the manuscript fee will inevitably not be less!

"Forty thousand, six hundred, thirty-two yuan, five cents and six!" Chen Miao happily read out the full number.

Counting the 1,000 yuan kindly sent by classmate Li Yangyang, his manuscript fee just broke 40,000.

This is the largest amount of money Chen Miao has ever had, and it was all earned by himself!

"Yu Lingling, pay back the money!" Chen Miao lay on the bed and boldly transferred three thousand yuan to Yu Lingling.

"Rent!" Chen Miao turned over 10,000.

"Rice money!" Chen Miao transferred another five thousand.

Every word you say is a transfer.

Eighteen thousand yuan has changed owners in less than a minute, and now she is obediently lying on the account of the royal spirit waiting for her favor.

Chen Miao deeply felt that in this process, his knees, which had already sunk into the ground, were breaking away from the gravitational pull of the earth little by little.

Although he has been eating and drinking for so long, he has become a little accustomed to kneeling, but after giving the money, Chen Miao felt that his backbone had straightened up, and his dignity had returned at the same time.

Man, you can't be without money!

He deeply understood this sentence at this time, and made a vow that he would never live a decadent and incompetent life like his father in the future.

He wants to support his family, his wife and children, and his parents!

"Chen Miao, where did you get so much money!" Yu Lingling didn't reply to the message, her voice came from outside the bedroom, listening to the movement, she should be setting breakfast, and then she received a string of transfers.

A transfer from him Chen Miao!

"I earned it myself!" Chen Miao was in high spirits.

He now has 42 bound readers, and in addition, readers in the reading state can also bring him hundreds of dollars a day.

As a high-end author with a monthly income of 40,000 yuan, it's trivial to pay off a debt or something.

In fact, Chen Miao's book has a large number of words, and there are 3.4 million words so far.

Originally, there were only two bound readers, but he added a total of 40 bound readers in October, and the bound readers brought him more than 10,000 yuan at once.

is also because of the large number of updates, although many readers are not bound, but the books chasing more than 30,000 days are cool.

Therefore, the readers of the reading state provided an additional more than 20,000 yuan in manuscript fees.

In addition, there is also a 1,000 yuan private message fee sent by Li Yangyang's big tyrant.

Consciously writing a book to such a point is not considered to hit the street, and this month's manuscript fee alone is no worse than that of some thousand-chase authors.

So Chen Miao actually ...... I kind of want to tell the spirit.

As long as she continued to ask and asked him how he earned it, Chen Miao would tell her that she earned it by herself.

If, if you are a little fan, Ms. Zero, a loyal reader, wants to ask which book she wrote.

Then Chen Miao felt that he should have thirty percent...... Possible...... There may be fifty out of ...... There is also a probability that there is a probability that he will tell her compassionately that he is her author's father, and ask her to keep it secret as the author's father.

And the spirit of the spirit will definitely agree.

Next, he was going to walk out of the room and give the Spirit of the Guardian a chance to look up to him and worship him.

Chen Miao was thinking so, while shaving her hands on her head, grabbing the messy hair, unconsciously licking her palms, and using saliva to subdue the last unyielding dull hair.

But...... Yu Lingling is not a person who talks a lot, and he didn't say anything after Chen Miao finished answering, and he didn't ask Chen Miao how he made money.

Chen Miao waited for three minutes, but only heard the movement of the Imperial Spirit Spirit going upstairs.

The chat was interrupted, and Chen Miao died.

Don't you just can't chat?!

In the past, he was too embarrassed to tell people, but now he finally earns 40,000 a month by writing books, and Yu Lingling no longer asks.

What a disappointment!

Alas!

Chen Miao sighed.

The spirit of the spirit is good anywhere, but it is not very good at being a praiser.

Such a girl can't get married, and it is very likely that she will be able to find a wife on the day of retirement and grow old together.

Chen Miao sat up from the bed, irritably scratched the hair that had just been combed, and let it return to the chicken coop.

After that, Chen Miao lay back in frustration, and was pulled back by the quilt essence in the next second, wrapping him tightly.

He shrank down, shrunk his whole head into the arms of the abrasive quilt spirit, and shouted out of the door in a muffled voice: "I want to sleep a little longer, don't wait for me!"

In fact, Chen Miao will wake up very early on the first day of every month, but then he will reward himself for a good return to the cage after working hard for the whole month.

When I slept comfortably and reached No. 1, I was late to achieve the achievement of arriving at school, and the morning self-study was just over, and everyone was chatting and gossiping in groups.

Along the way, Chen Miao heard a lot of news.

"Do you know Yu Lingling, Li Yangyang is about to turn positive. Chen Miao shared the gossip he heard on the road with Yu Lingling.

"What's the right?" Now as soon as Yu Lingling heard the name Li Yangyang, he became physiologically disgusted.

"The president of the student union, he is the president of the student union. ”

The original president of the student union was promoted to the third year of high school, and recently felt that the pressure of studying was too great and a little unbearable, so he took the initiative to resign and recommended Li Yangyang, the former vice president of the student union, to take over.

"Oh. The spirit of the royal spirit replied, without any fluctuations.

Okay, it's not a big deal, and Chen Miao doesn't bother to continue gossiping.

I thought it wasn't a big deal, just a topic, but some people didn't think so.

When I went to the school after school, the attitude of the small group of members led by Dong Xinheng changed a lot.

Originally, although they were not necessarily convinced, they were convinced of themselves.

But today, when Chen Miao walked into the activity room, those people looked up at themselves, and then lowered their heads and fiddled with the game console.

They didn't code words or speak, just playing the game in their hands as if they didn't see him, Chen Miao.

Didn't even say hello.

Over the next two days, the atmosphere in the society was even more eerie.

Dong Xinheng openly formed a gang in the society, sang against himself, provoked thorns everywhere, and shook his face at the people led by Chen Houji who questioned Li Yangyang that day, and looked like he was desperate to seek justice for Li Yangyang.