I changed green tea

This kind of story sounds much more logical, highlighting the helplessness of living in a high-rise building.

I like struggles, and my favorite is struggles from the first person perspective.

The struggle is what makes my story interesting, but it also keeps me from making much money.

The first-person perspective is even more discouraging.

There are very few first-person perspective articles nowadays, but most of the Tieba literature back then was written from the first-person perspective.

I like the passionate explosion of emotions in a narrow space from the first person perspective.

The most popular and most profitable writing nowadays are relatively speaking routine writing and invincible writing.

To be honest, my level of formulaic writing is not good enough... I can't grasp the exciting parts.

I don't have a complete outline, I just write based on my feelings.

Invincible writing seems to be simpler, which is just putting a punch on different backgrounds and characters, but in fact, I still can't grasp it well, and not everyone can write those amateur writings easily.

I can only linger in this small world of love, and my ability is limited.

Does everyone have their own direction?

After thinking for an hour, I felt that I had some inspiration, but the inspiration at this time was chaotic, like countless small dots. My inspiration was also like light, with the dual nature of wave and particle.

In the early stages of thinking, there were countless small moments, like little beads scattered on the ground. I needed a more powerful moment to string them all together, to give the story a wedge and, by the way, to give it flesh and blood. It would become waves, beams of light, and quickly give me words that could penetrate the paper.

Chapter 38 Whip up and set off!

This time I got up quite early.

But Xu Yan got up earlier than me... She sat in her seat and opened the makeup mirror. A corner of the heavy curtains was pulled open, and the sunlight silently hit her face.

Even though there was an extra filter when bathing in the morning light, her face still showed yesterday's haggardness. She obviously did not sleep well and had tired eye sockets, but she cleaned up almost silently, her hands moved very lightly, and she still knew how to be considerate of others.

To be honest, I don't think Xu Yan is so hateful or terrible. Even if there is a lot of evidence against Xu Yan, Mu Mingxue also said that if it were her old self, this would be the same ending. Xu Yan had no choice. Even though her knees were weak once, she would not turn back even if she had to bite the bullet.

Mu Mingxue said Xu Yan is not as good as Lao Luo, but my attitude is still relatively casual. Xu Yan is not that bad.

She was conscientiously using makeup to cover up her fatigue.

She picked up a lipstick, thought for two seconds, and changed another one.

The clothes she wore today were ordinary and reserved.

I watched her movements carefully, the folds on her skirt, the angle at which her legs were tilted, and how the thin stockings looked like a sparkling sea.

When I was creating, my emotions were so rich and my observations were as detailed as if I had an eagle's eye. After all, it was the only thing I insisted on besides do2.

Inspiration is bursting out!

"The sister who drank and socialized, after making breakfast for her brother the next day, had to face this malicious world alone. No matter how tired she was, she had to squeeze into the crowded subway and go to work in a company that she didn't yearn for at all and even made her sick.

The younger brother, who had just graduated from high school and came to Hangzhou to play, didn't understand the hardships of life. Why didn't he just eat meat and take it for granted that his sister was really good in the sky she held up for him?

The younger brother stands in the sun because the older sister in the shadow lights a lamp for him... Woohoo, I'm a little touched, as if Xu Yan in front of me was really beautified by me into this appearance.

It was as if she really had a younger brother who was crying for food not far away. Xu Yan was not living for her dream, but just for a living, to eat. I sat up from the bed, swept away the sleepy laziness of waking up early, and stared at Xu Yan's back with energy.

Xu Yan saw my eyes in the corner of the mirror, but she just quickened her hands and pretended not to see it.

I tiptoed to Xu Yan's side, holding my chin, and looked at Xu Yan's face, which showed a serious expression as if she didn't want to pay attention to me. After another two minutes, she quickly closed her dressing box and took her textbook.

"It's not even 8:10 now, and our morning class starts at :. You're going two hours early. Where are you going?"

"You don't need to know." Xu Yan said this in a timid tone, then stood up and hurriedly left the dormitory.

I know Xu Yan is very weak at this moment. If she is prodded lightly, her pretended indifference will explode. But let her maintain it, the story needs to develop.

My inspiration exploded again. In order to protect her brother from being tainted by money and money, and to prevent him from seeing her living under someone else's roof and fawning on others, she had to escape...

After washing up, I turned on the computer feeling refreshed, took out Word, and started typing. Don't tell me about the outline, just write it casually. There are no generals or commanders in the novel, only me, Qin Huan!

I didn't even change my clothes, and I managed to finish two chapters in less than two hours.

I took advantage of my QQ and sent the messages to my editor Xigua, whom I hadn’t contacted for half a year. “Brother Gua, are you back? I’m back again. I wrote the beginning of an article. Can you take a look?”

Gua Ge replied almost immediately, "Fuck you, you disappeared for so long? You didn't even say hello, and now you call me? Okay, send it to my email address, I'll take a look when I have time, and I can pass it directly when the time comes."

I smiled and didn't turn off the computer. Yan Mingyu, who had just woken up, looked confused.

"Sister Xue, why are you so happy?"

"Am I happy?"

"I am so happy." Lian Ying yawned and got down from the upper bunk. "Where is Xu Yan? What did you talk about yesterday?"

"It was about Mr. Jiang's matter. I comforted her and cleared up some misunderstandings... Anyway, I said everything that needed to be said."

"Sister Yanyan was very emotional yesterday...she looked very..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Give her some face. She put on some makeup this morning and went out for some unknown reason. I guess it's still something about Master Jiang."

"Yeah, it's just the same as before~" Yan Mingyu didn't know what was going on, so she smiled silly and said okay.

Lian Ying was somewhat puzzled, but she did not delve into it. "She can't escape anyway. It's not that Jiang Fengqi's methods are so good. Xu Yan is really..."

When we arrived at the classroom, Xu Yan was not there. This was a professional class and the teacher did not call the roll.

At the end of the first class, I received a message from Xigua Editor.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you for half a year, and you're still writing this kind of stuff? No one is writing this kind of stuff now, and I saw your beginning, it's even more cruel than the previous ones. The hearts of readers nowadays are very fragile, and they all read books for fun. Your kind of repressed emotions, after writing two pages, I can feel the atmosphere of broken glass at the end... I can only say that you are worthy of it.

The quality of character creation hasn’t declined much. But I still suggest having more fun.”

"Editor, the sweetness after taking the stomach medicine is sweet. If it's sweet all the time, it's tasteless. If you eat too much cream cake, you'll get sick of it."

"Your rhetoric... Hey, why didn't the previous book kill you?

But your personal style is like this, and there is really no way to escape it, so let's leave it at that. Write a little more and I'll give it to you for your signature."

"No problem, thanks, Brother Gua." I have always had some confidence in my writing. Anyway, as long as I write the corresponding number of words and wait for the first recommendation, I'll be done. My results are never very good at the beginning. Don't even think about collections, recommendations, and click lists. It's enough to have about 5000 collections before putting it on the shelves.

Thanks to the current favorable environment, niche literature is still appreciated by some people.

I didn’t have many collections before, but there were always a few big guys on the list who gave a lot of rewards.

As for Xu Yan's whereabouts, Mingyu and Lianying tacitly did not ask.

Her whereabouts were indeed as confusing as the younger brother's first-person perspective in the novel.

In the novel, Xu Yan is called Yan Mo≈Yan Mo.

Jiang Fengqi is called Jiang Yanran in my novel≈the Yanran who has no plan to return home until Yanran is engraved.

Let’s just call my younger brother Wu Yuan≈No chance.

Why do the sister and brother have different names? Because they are not related by blood. It’s such a simple question.

I have never been so anxious waiting for the end of get out of class. At this time, my purpose of writing books is still very pure, to make myself happy and let others think that this author is a bit awesome. I always want to find a sense of existence in the virtual world, to appear a little different from others. Maybe this is what a pedantic writer with a little ink and ink is like? With passion, money will also come in due time.

Chapter 39: Shameless Me~ (Second update!)

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, I opened the book club group where I hadn’t spoken to anyone for a long time and had blocked messages for half a year.

I casually flipped through the chat history and took a look, and was deeply saddened.

In the beginning, there were sporadic people urging me why I didn't write a new book, or why I didn't write this book. Later, it became a game discussion group. After a while, fewer and fewer people spoke, but not many people left the group. The number of people remained at around 805. I remember that the highest number was about 1000.

But compared to the two months of enthusiasm during the summer vacation in my senior year of high school, even if I didn’t check the group for 10 minutes, there would be a terrifying number of 99+ messages. The enthusiasm for updates in those two months was beyond words. During that time, I might only play Dota once or twice a week, and the daily updates were 3-4 chapters. Everyone was actively discussing the plot, giving me sincere suggestions, and recommending novels of the same type as mine.

Active readers posted the news of the day, some brothers shared their lives in different cities, some thought of the girls around them when they saw my novels and laughed and cursed, some explained the memes in my novels, some were foul-mouthed, and some were fantasizing about the girls in the books... The readership at that time was really full of vitality.

Now the reader group only receives one or two messages every four or five days, so they still sign in.

There are more than 600 people online, but the group is dead silent. Occasionally someone posts an advertisement, but after a long time, the administrator will come out to stop it.

I don't know how to manage my business at all. After I decided to stop writing novels and play games, I irresponsibly escaped to a small island called Steam, and started playing Dota like there was no tomorrow, watching anime, and even rarely opened QQ, at most I checked the class group on WeChat.

Talking and laughing about grand ambitions and hegemony is no match for being drunk in the world.

At that time, I talked a lot with my group members and made a lot of promises. I proudly said that I would be better in the future, that I would write more novels, and that I would become one of the top 50 people with the highest monthly income on this website.

But... it's gone with the wind, and nothing happened afterwards.

Now when I re-examine my own character, of course I have flaws, and I almost forgot what the causes were.

A big part of the reason is that the results dropped in the later stages, or maybe I became too sensitive after seeing some of the comments?

As I said, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. After the glory, there is a little frustration, and the gap in the heart is so severe that it is enough to swallow up the self-confidence.

I originally thought about giving up this book club and changing my username, but then I thought that basic fans are still needed. If an author publishes a new book without fans to attract traffic and there is no recommendation in the early stage, the data can only be described as bleak.

I still have to be shameless and thick-skinned to return to the group and attack all members.

“@All members, long time no see, how are you all? Brothers, my new book "xxx" has been released. If you like it, you can go and support it, give it a collection, and recommend it. This time it will be updated steadily. Here is the link…”

"Hey, author, you are resurrected?"

"You've been gone for so long, opening a new book? No money for food?"

"Where has your author been for half a year? I subscribed to all the books before that, but he just gave a random ending and left. That's too much."

"Support this new book, two chapters in total, don't tell me if it's not 100 million words."

"I give up. You left us readers here for such a long time without saying a word. You only remembered it after you published a new book?"

"Does this mean we are ATMs?"

"Haha, this author still has more than a dozen chapters to pay Blade back for what he owed."

……

This was the excitement I had expected. The group chat instantly became lively, with most people blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye. I felt a little embarrassed, but I kept typing on the keyboard, "I was wrong. Please allow me ten minutes to criticize you..."

In fact, I was very angry, but I couldn't find any reason to refute, so I stomped my feet on the floor.

Then I saw one of my managers at me.

This is an old reader who claims to be in his 30s. His nickname is very earthy, "Longteng Sihai."

"I took a look at the beginning of the two chapters, they are pretty good. As long as you keep writing, I will continue to support you. I added you as a friend before, but you didn't agree and blocked group members from sending you messages. I thought you had encountered something and was quite worried. I'm glad you're okay now. Your writing style is pretty good."

I thought he was going to scold me too... This was the leader of my previous book, who gave me nearly 10,000 yuan in rewards within a month. But at that time, I was full of energy and didn't even think about currying favor with him. I thought I wrote well, and it was only right that you were happy to read it and give me rewards...

This kind of conceited attitude among literati makes me feel somewhat ashamed now.

Fortunately, he is a 30-year-old man who is about to enter middle age and does not care too much about me. Among those harsh remarks, this sentence is particularly warm.

"Thank you, big boss. I will definitely not leave without saying goodbye this time. I did have something else before...I'm not in a position to reveal it."

"Well, it's okay. The group members said that because you wrote really well. Although it broke down a bit in the later stage, the foundation is still there. Just write an outline this time. When you have full attendance next month, I will reward you. If you write well, I will give you an extra red envelope. Don't feel pressured."

"I say, Long Teng, you dote on this guy too much. I will definitely not reward him a penny for this book. The most I can do is subscribe to it." Another manager of mine jumped out. His nickname was K. He had rewarded me about 1000 yuan before.

"Yeah, you don't even have a decent reason, and now you have the nerve to come back to the group and ask us to read books to make money? I suggest you fuck me." The third administrator's nickname is Abstract Master, a typical high fan and foul-mouthed prince.

"Enough, enough, stop talking. There are so many eunuch authors, it's good to have a book to read, don't be so fussy, I also think these two chapters are very good, there are not many books of this type written these days, if you like it, keep it, if you don't like it, forget it. I have rewarded you and never asked for updates, the writing style is there." This is also a more Buddhist manager, nicknamed Yuexia Feitianjing.

"Brother Yuexia, thank you... I really appreciate everyone coming to support me..."

"Okay, stop being sentimental. If you have the time, hurry up and update. I promise you three updates today. If you don't, you'll have to pay double for dinner tonight." The abstract master quickly got things done.

"If you can save some manuscripts, save some first. When you put them online, you can update them more frequently and more people will read them." Long Teng gave the old-fashioned advice.

"I'm going to read other books. I'll come back to you when you can update stably." K said this and disappeared.

"If the number of words is higher, I can help you recommend it to other groups. I have also joined quite a few reader groups." Yuexia sent me an emoticon of Shirakami Fubuki biting her tail.