I will never give in to Miss Death

"You over there, run, what are you thinking about!"

“Swipe your card, swipe your card!”

Among these hurrying crowds, I was the one who stood still with my phone in my hand, feeling a bit different. Elementary school students passing by kept casting curious glances at me.

"Classmate, aren't you leaving yet?"

"Girl, the bell is about to ring, stop daydreaming."

"..."

It seems that the world has always been like this.

People are in a hurry, walking past one passerby after another, and these passers-by will finish their own things soon and pass by other passers-by.

This was the case with the friends I met in the orphanage when I was a child, and it was also the case with the friends and classmates I met in school when I grew up.

Am I going too fast during this period?

After looking around, I trotted to the side under the sports equipment, stared at the photo of myself and Yin Xiamo on the screen of my mobile phone, and swiped the screen a few times.

Xiaomo should have already reached the coffee shop, going to seek advice from Ouyang Xue.

Ouyang Xue knows how to operate the Tongmeng.com account, and also knows how to handle and respond to various emergencies.

Xiaomo probably hopes that more people will know about our account on Tongmeng.com, because that means more people will come to bless us as a couple, which will boost the popularity of the coffee shop, and then boost my popularity. Maybe some people with free time will read my novels, ultimately increasing our income.

Ever since the coffee shop and Ouyang Xue became popular, I've been receiving one harassing message after another. Some people asked for cooperation in selling things, some wanted me to change my career and become a voice actor, and some even wanted to poach my talents.

Now in reality, there are more cooperation applications like this one from the principal of this school.

Although I sympathize with the situation in the primary school here, I really cannot spare the time recently. I work as a waiter in a coffee shop every day. After I come back, I write one or two chapters of a novel to earn extra money. If I have extra time, I will try to tutor Li Denghua. At present, this is my limit.

In fact, this situation is similar to the novel becoming popular.

If an author's novel becomes popular, his comment section will be filled with messages like "Three links, please come back" and some editors from external sites will leave messages like "What is a reader group?" Once a real reader replies with the reader group number under this message, these editors will directly search for the reader group, copy the group owner's information, and then get the author's QQ number, and find a way to add the author to the group and ask if he wants to publish another book on their website.

In fact, most online editors are fine. If they can't reach an agreement, they won't talk. If the author doesn't have time to write, they won't write. But they are afraid of those "studios" that brush orders. They find a lot of accounts to add the author's information and ask right away if they want to brush the data. The author's attitude can't be too bad. If you accidentally offend people from these online studios, maybe a lot of small-account water armies will appear and frantically give the book low scores or report the book.

As the saying goes... "Fame brings trouble." When I was still an uncle and played games with Marisa and the others, what I heard most was these two people complaining about how the pressure they had to face after writing a novel was really too great. If they were not careful, they would be suffocated by the pressure, and then suffer from insomnia and mental breakdown.

Originally, I thought that I would never have the chance to experience this kind of pressure in my lifetime, but I didn’t expect that as I grew into the little girl I am now, and after Ouyang Xue’s promotional video became popular on the Internet, more things would happen.

"..."

Sitting on the sports equipment, I looked at the photo of myself and Yin Xiamo for a few seconds, turned on the mobile data, then opened the Tongmeng.com APP, found the coffee shop live broadcast room, and entered.

The number of people watching the coffee shop's live broadcast at this time is a bit small compared to the daytime, but you can still see a few comments floating by from time to time——

[It seems that there are fewer people in the store after 7 o'clock]

[Nuo'er didn't come today. Does anyone know where Nuo'er went?]

[Nuo'er is off today. You guys can't let such a young girl work every day, right? ]

[The new maid is also pretty good. I've been watching her for a day and I feel like she's a gentle older sister.]

I randomly switched a few shots and saw that at this point in time Ouyang Xue was arranging various new furniture in the store, Lan Jiajia was cleaning the lobby on the first floor, Elodie was shaking coffee at the workbench on the second floor, and Yin Xiamo was sitting in a corner playing with her cell phone. If I wasn't very familiar with the situation in the store, I might not have noticed this guy.

Well... so far I remember that Xiaomo likes to eat fish and seafood, likes furry things, and likes to hide in a corner when she is sad or hurt. The rest seems to require further understanding.

But since Elodie has already come to the coffee shop, does that mean there is no one at home now?

After closing the Tongmeng.com app, I opened the Miguabao.com novel website and found my book.

Compared to the sporadic clicks and collections in the first few days after the book was published, the number of clicks on my book has now increased by leaps and bounds - nearly 40,000 words, and more than 2,000 collections.

This is a relatively medium level in Miguabao. If it can continue to grow at this momentum, the editor will give it a recommendation position when it reaches about 70,000 or 80,000 words. It is estimated that the collection of 100,000 words can reach more than 5,000.

Currently, almost all websites do not recommend that authors update the novel rapidly in the early stages, because few people read novels with tens of thousands of words at the beginning. Even if someone collects the novel, it will just be put on the bookshelf and no one will read it. Therefore, it is better to update the novel steadily once or twice a day in the early stages.

I wrote this book based on the editor's advice, writing 2000 words a day, and occasionally updating twice a day with 4000 words. In more than ten days, I wrote words.

At the current update speed, I should be able to have a recommendation by the end of May, and then after a little preparation in June I can put it on the shelves and get paid.

There are rules for recommendations in the Catnip group: after all novels are signed, as long as the performance is not too bad, they can get a recommendation position between 70,000 and 100,000 words, and they are not allowed to stop updating during the recommendation period.

Generally speaking, better books - those with good titles and good tags - can get a lot of traffic in the early stages. For example, novels with titles full of popular words, full of buffs, good writing, explosive plots at the beginning, and thousands of collections of only 10,000 or 20,000 words, the previous recommendation data will most likely double, and the website will allocate more resources to them.

This is not to say that I am partial or anything. After all, a book can get a lot of clicks just by staying in the "Latest Update" position for a few minutes every day without any recommendation. The effect of giving this book a recommended position will definitely be better than that of a mediocre novel.

The website page is so small. By giving a book with good data a recommendation position, the author makes money and the website also makes money.

The current position of my new book is neither here nor there. It is not like those popular authors who have nearly 10,000 collections after just a few tens of thousands of words in the early stage, nor is it like the flop authors whose word count is ten or a hundred times more than the clicks. If nothing unexpected happens, the catnip editor should give it a relatively ordinary recommendation at the end of May, and then put it on the shelves.

I am not a talented author, I have to "work hard" to collect all the data.

I have written my first novel in Yaedo before, and now it has several million words. I will take this period to finish it and then concentrate on writing my second novel. I will continue to accumulate readers who are willing to follow my work, and then I will make a breakthrough.

However, the current situation is that many times the author's conditions do not support "endurance".

Because most people have to make a living, either you work hard to find a proper job to support yourself, and then use your spare time to write books, or if you think the situation is not right in the early stages of the novel, you will disappear along with the book and the author, and then open a new author account to take advantage of the popularity, and repeat this countless times until you write a new book with explosive early data that feels like it can support yourself in the later stages.

[The author's writing is good, and it is obvious that he has written several novels. The plot is also okay. Keep it up.]

[Collected, please visit again]

[What a crappy book! I came here after watching the promotional video, but this is all the author wrote? I’m leaving.]

[The plot progresses too slowly. I've seen the best-selling books next door, and the pace is explosively fast, with exciting moments one after another. Your book is not good. It's not ten years ago now. Who would still read such a slow-paced book?]

[Let me ask first, will this book be charged later? Will the author not put it on the shelves? Give me a definite answer, if it is put on the shelves, I will cancel my collection]

"..."

As usual, I read the comment section, selected a few messages and answered them. Seeing that it was almost time, I put away my phone and walked towards the "Class 63" teaching building in my memory.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"

I had just walked up the stairs to the third floor when the bell rang.

At this time, the head teacher of Class 63 was already sitting on the podium in the classroom. When she saw me come in, she just nodded, said nothing, and continued to correct homework.

Looking at the last row of the classroom, as I expected, the sixth-grade girl Zhou Xiaofei whom I knew before was sitting with Li Denghua. My appearance instantly caught the attention of the two girls.

"How did you get in?"

Zhou Xiaofei, who had obviously understood the whole story, was a little surprised that Li Denghua and I were in the classroom at the same time: "Do you have our school card?"

"The principal gave me one."

I said casually, sitting down on the chair next to the two of them, looking into Zhou Xiaofei's eyes: "How do you feel about your new principal?"

"I feel... okay. He looks younger than the previous principal and speaks in a funny way."

Zhou Xiaofei obviously hasn't recovered from the incident of "this Li Denghua is not that Li Denghua". She looked at me, then at Li Denghua beside her: "Then... Sister, will you come to class with us in the future?"

“I don’t have to go to class.”

As the bell rang, I carefully glanced at the teacher on the podium and said to Zhou Xiaofei, "Can we change seats? I have something to say to Denghua."

"it is good."

Zhou Xiaofei stood up sensibly, walked over with her homework book and pen, and asked me to sit over.

"Student Li Denghua."

In a voice that only the two of us could hear, I said to the child, who was now wearing the same elementary school uniform as me, "What kind of person do you think your father is?"

"My Father?"

As if she had not expected me to ask this question, Li Denghua stood there for a long while before she said, "He... is quite good. We often played together when we were very young. What's wrong?"

"You played together as children, so you are good friends?"

"of course."

"now what?"

I continued to ask: "Do you and dad still play together often now?"

"Occasionally. He's getting busier and busier at work."

Speaking of this, Li Denghua was obviously a little disappointed: "He seldom came back in the past year, and it was me who went to see him."

"When you were a kid, your dad asked you to learn advanced physics and advanced math and chemistry, right?"

I tried to use the tone of a good friend’s conversation: “It’s just the two of us here, don’t worry about anyone hearing you, just speak your mind.”

Just as the principal said, my appearance now is somewhat deceptive.

Li Denghua’s problems are that she was “shaped into an ideal child by her parents” and that she “has no friends”.

I am sure that if an adult, or a senior who is taller than her, asked this question, Li Denghua would most likely not tell the truth, but would use a "formula" as the basis for her answer.

Just like when a leader is coming to school, teachers will ask students to memorize various "answers" in advance in order to respond to reporters' questions.

I now have a hunch that Li Denghua is actually similar to a normal child. The difference is that she has been "mythologized" by her parents and the people around her.

"My father asked me to do this since I was a child."

Under my gaze, Li Denghua nodded without thinking: "My father started teaching me those things when I was very young. Because we have a good relationship and my father often plays with me, I am willing to learn."

"Do you like those things?"

I continued, "Physical chemistry, and the quantum mechanics that follow."

This time Li Denghua did not hesitate: "I like it."

"Really?"

"real."

Li Denghua nodded vigorously: "Although there are still many things I can't learn, I really don't hate learning that."

"Can you understand quantum mechanics, ion collisions, and other things?"

“I don’t understand a lot of it, but…but I really like it.”

Li Denghua seemed to have misunderstood what I meant: "Sister, you're not going to call me weird again, are you? Can't girls like this?"

"I didn't say you can't like me. I just asked to confirm your situation."

I thought about it and said, "What about the paper you wrote that was reported online?"

"I only wrote a little bit, and my dad wrote a lot of it."

"Does your father really want you to be famous?"

"He seems to be very short of research funds. I'm not sure what's going on and I haven't asked."

"So you also know that Dad hopes that after you become famous... more people will invest in his experiments?"

"Please."

Li Denghua looked at me like an idiot: "He is my father. Even if I don't know what's going on with him, if he needs help, I will definitely help him."

"..."

Li Denghua’s answer left me speechless.

For some reason, the voice of a certain Death Lady appeared in front of me, and her natural voice at that time -

[Hey, as long as you say a word, I can be the enemy of the whole world! ]

"elder sister?"

"Big sister Yin Nuoer?"

In a trance, Li Denghua's somewhat impatient voice came from beside him: "Why are you asking me so many questions? Are you checking my household registration?"

"Ah...no."

I came to my senses and said, "So you studied advanced physics even though you knew your dad might use you for publicity. Even though you couldn't learn it, you wrote a paper and co-signed it with your dad?"

"correct."

Li Denghua frowned: "Is there any problem with this? I'm only a few years old, and I don't understand those things of adults, but I know that I have to listen to my parents and do whatever they tell me to do."

"no problem."

I smiled and said, "Then bring your Chinese and English textbooks and homework here. I'll help you review your specific questions in advance. I have something else to do over there, so I'll only be here for one class and will be back soon."

"Ah... oh..."

As if she was a little surprised by my attitude, Li Denghua took out the Chinese and English books from her schoolbag and put them between the two tables: "I mainly don't know the phonetic symbols in English, and for Chinese... I can't remember many words."

"Can you look it up in a dictionary?"