The end time of Yinlan Library is 11 o'clock at noon, and the afternoon work time is 1 o'clock, with a gap of three hours in the middle, which is enough for everyone to eat or rest, but few people go home, and everyone will basically take a lunch break in the company.

Eleven fifteen.

After eating in the company cafeteria, the editors of the youth fantasy department returned to the office in groups, only to find Yang Feng sitting motionless in front of the computer, as if he was stupid.

The crowd shook their heads.

Everyone is sympathetic to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng is really too difficult, and it is not easy for a best-selling author Chu Mad to appear under his hands, but the serialization of "The King of the Net" ended quickly in less than half a year, and he turned his hope to Chu Mad on his new book, but Chu Mad chose an inexplicable theme for his new book.

Don't talk about Yang Feng.

This situation is a little unbearable for any editor in the editorial department, I'm afraid that Yang Feng is now thinking about how to persuade Chu Mad to change the subject, so everyone took turns patting Yang Feng on the shoulder:

"Let's go down and eat first. ”

"There's still a twist on this. ”

"You can talk to Chu Mad when you go back, let him understand the form in our circle, persuade him to continue to write sports competitions, and continue to write sports competitions with his strength, even if he can't reach the height of "King of the Net", I believe it will not be very far behind. ”

"Xianxia definitely can't write. ”

"The subject matter is so old. ”

The shoulder was patted several times by his colleagues, Yang Feng came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and the whole person seemed to be alive, he suddenly stood up from the front of his seat with a red face, and shouted loudly with a full and high-spirited posture:

"You know the!"

After everyone looked at each other, they all wondered if Yang Feng was hit by the spirit of the attack, otherwise how could it be so abnormal, so everyone did not blame Yang Feng for his rudeness, but sympathized with him more and more:

"Brother, mourn. ”

"It's not your problem. ”

"It's all his crazy problem. ”

"The sudden end of "The King of the Net" shows that Chu Mad is a very willful writer, and this kind of wayward writer is full of uncertainty when writing books, don't be too sad. ”

“......”

Everyone thought that after such comfort, Yang Feng's mood would be better, but to everyone's consternation, Yang Feng glared at everyone with some anger: "I don't allow you to say that about Teacher Chu Mad like that!"

Everyone: "......"

Yang Feng danced with his hands, like a dried fish returning to the embrace of the lake, full of the passion of life: "You group of people don't know what Xianxia is, Teacher Chu Mad is what you can't understand and imagine!"

Yang Feng is really excited!

When it comes to Xianxia, people's recent memories go back to "The Great War of Immortals and Demons" eighty years ago, so when many editors heard that Chu Mad was going to write Xianxia, their first reaction was that this theme had long been outdated.

Originally, Yang Feng thought the same way.

It wasn't until ten minutes ago, when Yang Feng had thoroughly finished reading the content of the first volume of "Zhu Xian", that he realized how outrageously wrong he had been before, and Chu Ma's imagination exceeded the expectations of all editors-

It turns out that Xianxia can still write like this!

Under the grand and novel world view, the picture of Qingyunmen's big bamboo peak slowly unfolds, like a fairy Chinese painting, Zhang Xiaofan and his ordinary burning stick, childhood sweetheart Tian Ling'er is really a girl with a quirky nature, as well as strange and kind brothers and mysterious masters, almost every character seems to jump on the page.

Blood-Eating Beads!

Three-eyed monkey!

The battle between Buddhism and demons!

Qingyun Six Veins Martial Arts!

The development of every plot made Yang Feng's heart surge, and the appearance of every setting made Yang Feng admire, especially seeing Zhang Xiaofan's early grievances, seeing that the Qingyunmen Six Veins Martial Arts Conference was about to be held, and the rhythm of the story could always be stuck in the most touching position.

Yang Feng was completely convinced.

He didn't pay attention to comforting his colleagues, nor did he explain too much how subtle this book was, but directly sent the document of "Zhu Xian" to everyone's mailbox, I believe everyone can understand their feelings after reading it.

Finish doing these things.

Yang Feng went downstairs to eat.

Yang Feng was really wrong today, his colleagues stayed in place for a while before they returned to their seats, and they saw at a glance that the "Zhu Xian" sent by Yang Feng was lying quietly in their respective mailboxes.

"Chu Mad's new book?"

"Yang Feng sent us?"

"Look at what Chu Mad wrote. ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, exchanged a few words with each other, and then opened this book curiously, after all, it is Chu Mad's new book, even if it is a bewildering Xianxia type, everyone is always a little interested, and Yang Feng also deliberately sent the document to everyone's mailbox, I must hope that everyone can also help take a look.

The crowd began to read.

Albert Einstein of Earth once said an interesting interpretation of the theory of relativity, when a person is bored, he will feel that time flies slowly, but when he is dating a beautiful girl, he will feel that time flies quickly.

This is the Blue Star.

The editors of the fantasy department didn't know Einstein, but to them, the best was a beautiful girl, and if they had to choose, they would even choose instead of a girl, which is the same reason that some otaku ignore the goddess for the sake of the game.

Continuing to quote the theory of relativity:

Reading a boring book, editors will feel that time flies very slowly, but when reading an excellent book, editors will feel that time flies very, very quickly, as if the gap of three or two hours at noon has passed in a blink of an eye.

Everyone even forgot about their lunch break.

Lunch break is the daily routine of the editorial department, and if you don't take a break for a while, it is easy to affect the work status in the afternoon, but today the fantasy editorial department does not have this statement, because until the afternoon starts to work, everyone is still watching the first volume of "Zhu Xian" attentively.

Work?

Unimportant.

Everyone was completely attracted by "Zhu Xian", and read it seriously, the editorial department was unprecedentedly quiet, and everyone didn't hear the footsteps of Yang Feng coming back to work.

Yang Feng smiled.

He understands these colleagues very well, because he also came over like this this morning, "Zhu Xian" must be published, and now even if Chu Mad changes his mind and says that he wants to write about sports competitions, Yang Feng will not be happy, Chu Mad will just write Xianxia!

What athletic competition to write about?

At this time, several company leaders passed by, and saw that the editors of the fantasy department were staring at the computer intently, and nodded with satisfaction: "The work enthusiasm of the fantasy department is very high, and I just entered the state as soon as I got to work in the afternoon." ”

"Not bad. ”

"That's it. ”

"Better than other departments. ”

Normally, it takes time for these editors to get into the working state, because everyone will be a little distracted from the lunch break, and they will have to slow down for a while before they can get back into work after sleep.

The leaders left satisfied.

Unbeknownst to the leaders, shortly after they left, an editor suddenly shouted into the computer in a frustrated and angry tone:

"Damn, that's gone?"