I changed green tea

I took a deep breath and continued writing. There was no other way. My inspiration was exploding and I needed to get my fans back quickly.

He needs money, and I also need to prove myself once again. The boasts I made in front of Qin Huan must be fulfilled.

He set a goal for me of over 20,000 words, so I had no choice but to keep writing.

I want to make these bad-mouthed dds like my books again, and make the group lively again.

With such a determined spirit, I clenched my fists, listened to Cui Jian's "Nothing at All" and started typing violently on the keyboard.

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Chapter 40 The crying Xu Yan and her licking dog?

My results are certainly not as bad as He Du's. My decent writing style and fast pace still make my readers change their minds.

Being an author is still a relatively respectable profession. There are fans who can fiddle with words. There is no need to show up in public, nor is there much need for face-to-face flattery and groveling.

Perfect for avoiding social engagements, all you need is a desk and a computer.

As long as you can write a good story, nothing else is needed.

There is no need for any qualifications or prejudices in the company, no so-called resume, no need for you to know anything about operations, no need for you to work overtime like crazy to make money for the boss, they don’t even need to know what I look like, everything I write belongs to me.

There aren't many things you can both love and make money from.

I also once fantasized that I was Sean's hope for DOTA. Look at my level of more than 3000 Wan Gu Liu Fang games. Forget it. Playing games requires more talent than writing novels, really.

As long as you can tell a good story, even if there is relative unfairness, as long as niche writing like mine can have a place to survive, it is worth it for me to persist for tomorrow.

This is the charm of writing. My thoughts are wild and unconstrained, my stories are known to people, I can mix my own emotions into novels, I can circle out a spiritual world, and I can use my words to touch readers. Readers from all over the world and even across the ocean can read my books, day or night.

I updated four times in three consecutive days, calculated the time when the rankings would change on Sunday night, and talked to a few big guys I knew and had a good relationship with, and they helped me with the final push.

Although it is not the first place, the single-day collection on Monday exceeded 1500, which is a pretty good result.

It was really good, so good that I almost cheered in the dorm.

I attend classes during the day, write when I don't have classes in the afternoon, exercise at night, and watch anime videos to think about the plot before going to bed. My mind is always active without a moment's rest, but there is no other way because time is very tight.

Our school will be on holiday on July 7th at the latest, and summer vacation will start then! That means I have to get the money for the sale in June, at least 15 yuan is required for the sale, and the sale must be on Friday. I have to work at full capacity and type like crazy without distraction to catch up with the sale in the middle of the month. After the sale, I have to update more frequently, so that I can get more than yuan with the blades.

This is inevitable. Making money is hard. How can you find a job that earns 1 yuan a month without any qualifications? If I don't catch up and make a concerted effort, it will be easy for me to continue to immerse myself in the game.

Slackness and laziness will hold you back. You can lie in bed playing with your phone for the whole day or play a game of Dota for an hour.

Biting your nails to find inspiration, sitting in front of the computer and typing away can easily become a torture.

At times like this, I have to open the book club and let them praise me and talk about the plot non-stop.

Because of loneliness and depression, I need more positive feedback. Even if someone points out my shortcomings with good intentions, I will say thank you politely on the surface, but in my heart I am so impatient that I want to smash the keyboard, especially when someone hits me in a sore spot. I grit my teeth in frustration at the screen. I wish that all the public opinion in the group would say good things about me. Of course, I know that there must be problems with my book, because I almost never add any marks to my writing and never check it.

As for those mindless attacks on me, I won't even look at them and quickly block and delete their comments. They will no longer exist in three seconds. As long as I delete them fast enough, the haters won't be able to affect my mood.

I also had to delete the shortcuts of do2 and steam on the desktop, canceled the steam startup login, and temporarily deleted all the mobile games and AB dual stations on my phone.

I will not go to Tieba Nga for the time being and have cancelled all time for watching live broadcasts. Of course, if there are Major-level Dota2 events, I have to make time for it no matter how busy I am. This is the final bottom line.

On Monday evening, I had been writing all afternoon and was feeling hungry, so I was ready to go out for dinner. Qin Huan usually called me to work out at 6:. He also knew that I had started writing a novel, so he shortened the time and frequency of my workouts.

I didn't eat any big fish or meat in these two days. I mostly ate salads and low-calorie sandwiches from the cafeteria or those specified by Qin Huan. I definitely couldn't accept this at normal times, but when I was writing novels, I found it troublesome to take too long to eat. I would rather eat something and then start typing. I worked out, ate these, and typed at the same time. After three fulfilling days, I lost five or six pounds.

Mingyu and Lianying asked me to go shopping and buy food, but I politely declined. As for Xu Yan, she came back on Friday, put on some charming makeup and went out again on Saturday morning. She hasn't come back yet. Before leaving, she said that she was going to shoot a new video project, and her steps were quite confident.

I stretched and hummed "Take Me Home Country Roads", a song from the 1970s and 1980s. It is one of the few English songs I like.

Then my cell phone rang. I frowned, thinking it was Qin Huan calling. It was just six o'clock. Did that mean I couldn't eat?

This is actually a strange cornet from our school? Oh, that's okay.

I can also make sure no one cares about Mu Mingxue's phone... I just need to ignore most of the WeChat messages, and I don't need to go to the news center. The student union can do whatever it wants, and I can just let Mingyu tell me in the class group. My life only needs to be filled with novels and fitness.

There are very few people who dare to call Mu Mingxue directly, and her social relationships are actually not that complicated.

"Hello..." I answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Mu Mingxue?" There was a man's voice on the other end of the phone, but he sounded very timid.

"Yes." I thought that May 5.20th had already passed, and I couldn't confess my feelings to Mu Mingxue on Children's Day... Now with the gym as the radiation unit, probably everyone who knows Mu Mingxue knows that she is already with a loser freshman, and they go to the gym and run at night together whenever they have time. Apart from the sarcastic comments on Tieba and x-blog, they don't have much to say.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm afraid you won't see my message... I, I'm... someone who has a crush on Xu Yan..."

"Sorry, I don't provide private message delivery service. If she rejected you before, I suggest you use the drift bottle to contact her."

"No, no, Mu, Senior Sister Mu, I just have a crush on Xu Yan, I haven't told her... I know I'm not worthy of her, I always stay far away from her, don't disturb her life, don't dare to ask for anything, it's just, just now, I saw Xu Yan crying alone in the corner of the hamburger shop at the door... I don't know what happened..." He was a little incoherent.

"? Why don't you just go up and comfort her? What's the point of talking to me?" I rolled my eyes.

"She wouldn't want someone like me to see her like this. Besides, to Xu Yan, I'm just a stranger. Senior Mu, please, please do me a favor. I heard that you are a very good friend of Xu Yan. Ask her what happened and comfort her. Thank you. She just left the burger shop and should be close to the dormitory."

His tone was so weak and humble that it seemed almost dusty, and his voice was childish. Even the distorted voice during the call contained a lot of unspeakable emotions.

"Help you comfort yourself?"

"No, I'm not asking you to comfort me... I'm asking you to comfort Xu Yan. I'm nothing. I just hope Xu Yan can be happier... please." This guy is too self-aware.

"... "

Chapter 41 is ridiculous (second update!)

I hung up the phone and washed my face, and Xu Yan just pushed the door open and came back.

"You're back? How was the shoot?"

"I'm very tired. I need to rest." She lowered her head and ignored me, her voice sounding very tired.

"Not so good?"

"Did you see it?" Xu Yan raised her head suddenly? Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Although Xu Yan's failure was inevitable, was it that serious?

"What did I see?" I deliberately slowed down my speaking speed and slightly changed the tone of a few rhymes, and Xu Yan instantly became anxious.

"You're asking even though you already know the answer. You want to laugh at me with that expression on your face, right? You saw that my film came out with terrible data, so you deliberately waited for me here, right? You just want to mock me when you see me so defeated and dispirited!" The anger that she had suppressed before was poured out on me violently.

"I'm just asking you as your roommate, seeing how you've been leaving early and coming back late these days. Why do you have so many thoughts? And, Xu Yan, you made a film with poor data, don't you deserve to be ridiculed? Jiang Fengqi couldn't save you? Don't you have ten minutes? Don't you want to be an internet celebrity? Aren't you going to move out soon during the summer vacation? Didn't you swear to yourself before?"

I don't know why I suddenly said all these incendiary words. Maybe I wanted to see Xu Yan's angry counterattack. My novel needs conflicts and contradictions. The last two chapters just happened to write about her being questioned by her brother for the first time. I said a few words and then gave him a hug. It’s not too much, right?

"It's all because of that He Du! What a crap script he wrote!! He killed me! He killed me!!" Xu Yan grabbed my shoulders and shook me madly.

"Puchi..." Fortunately, I didn't drink the water. I actually knew Jiang Gou's routine, but I still laughed out loud.

By putting He Du and Xu Yan together, Jiang Gou is simply leaving them to fend for themselves.

He Du and Xu Yan have almost zero compatibility. What is Xu Yan suitable for? Eating broadcast, outdoor, beauty and other types. She can even play a minor supporting role in some web dramas, but you want Xu Yan to hold He Du's script and talk about past anime?

No matter how much Xu Yan values ​​the opportunity and talks endlessly about the style of this animation and who influenced it, it is useless to have a script alone. The connection between the languages ​​and one's own ideas cannot be formed in a day or two. Some things can be made up by cramming, but the art of language cannot be formed overnight.

Especially the animations that He Du mentioned, they have been praised countless times. It would be very difficult for you to praise them in a different way.

I haven't seen the film, but I know how bad Xu Yan's performance is. She probably memorized the script, but she was just reading it. And this is not a talk show. Xu Yan probably stood in a fixed position, with almost no room for performance. How could Jiang Gou not know? This dog must have done it on purpose.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I'm going to eat. Mingyu and Lianying will be back at seven or eight, and I'll be back around nine. You still have an hour or two to cry as much as you want."

"Mu Mingxue, you..."

"You understand the truth. I have nothing to comfort you. You know very well that Jiang Fengqi really wants to make you famous? In fact, you are only worth that 100,000, which is really not a small amount, Xu Yan. I don't ask you to be content, but please look at the reality..."

"The reality is that He Du ruined me. He didn't want to shoot a good video at all, and made some things that I'm not familiar with at all. Young Master Jiang gave us the venue and a professional photography and editing team, and even made the opening for us. It's not Young Master Jiang's fault at all, it's all He Du's fault, that bastard!"

"Okay, I suggest you call He Du for a high-intensity confrontation 24 hours a day. Bye."

Xu Yan looked so pale and weak now that her tears were of no help and were useless.

I don't feel pity at all, I just think it's ridiculous.

"Are you up to something?" Xu Yan held my hand tightly. "Are you teaming up with He Du to bring me down? Is that right, Mu Mingxue!! You just can't stand seeing me doing well, you just..."

"Yes, I did it, it was all my fault, I won't make excuses.

It was me who instigated He Du to deliberately write a bad drama to embarrass you, Miss Xu. I told Jiang Fengqi to arrange the two of you together. "I laughed. Xu Yan was really disappointed. She didn't know who to blame. I doubted whether Xu Yan had said to Jiang Fengqi before, "Mr. Jiang, it doesn't matter. I can shoot any type..."

Jiang Gou said yes with a meaningful look on his face, and then said, "You will be the heroine of the new project?"

Only Xu Yan could jump around like that in front of us.

Could Xu Yan have some brains?

In fact, these are not the important reasons. The only important reason is that Jiang Gou has no interest in Xu Yan. Xu Yan has no way to turn Qin Huan against him. Jiang Gou thinks Xu Yan is almost done and has lost her value. Similarly, for He Du, Jiang Gou thinks my feelings for He Du are a joke.

Jiang Gou's method was relatively mild. He didn't tell you to get out directly. He did give you a chance, a venue, and let you shoot. He also edited the film and released it, just to let Xu Yan and He Du see that they were just not good enough.

Xu Yan thinks He Du is not good enough, and He Du thinks Xu Yan is not good enough, so the two of them must be blaming each other.

As for Mr. Jiang, he sighed, "Ah..." and gave Xu Yan and He Du a look, knowing that they understood.

"I don't have a chance anymore... Mingxue... I really don't want to just, like this... I think I can act better, can you help me tell Mr. Jiang that I really, as long as it's not He Du, as long as it's a normal type of complaining show, it's all fine, Mingxue, please help me..." It was a bit stupid for Xu Yan to not be able to accept failure, and she certainly didn't want to give up.

I didn't play well this time. It's not my fault because my teammates are bad. Give me another chance and I will be a god.

"Do you know how impossible it is to say such a thing? Xu Yan, you look too ugly. If I were to ask Jiang Gou to give me a chance now, would he not skin me alive? I don't want to have any contact with him in my life. I really don't understand, without Jiang Gou, would you suffocate to death or something? It seems that Jiang Gou is the only way for the world to rise?"

"It's right in front of me, Mingxue, it's right in front of me. I will definitely act well next time..." Xu Yan said this as if I can dominate everything?

"Why didn't you communicate before filming? Why didn't you ask? Knowing that this opportunity was so important, why didn't you seize it? Why didn't you say that He Du's script was not suitable? You created the situation yourself. You made such a big mistake and ruined yourself. Now you come and cry to me. Why don't you beg Jiang Gou for help? Beg me?" I sneered.

"What can I use to beg Master Jiang? These were originally given to me by others. How many people would be vying for such an opportunity? How would I know who they are! If it weren't for this new project, how could I have been able to appear on the screen for ten minutes? I... You are very happy now. Anyway, I deserved it. You have no reason to care about me, Mingxue..."

Xu Yan's eyes were filled with pleading. This woman's thoughts were really confused. Did she really forget what she looked like a few days ago? Did she really forget what bad things she had done? Now she was looking at me like a good sister?

I really didn't expect that Xu Yan could still have the nerve to say such words. Self-esteem is really worthless. She always feels that hope is about to come, but... Jiang Gou exaggerated the scene a little bit. Xu Yan's humanity could not withstand repeated dismantling. Jiang Gou made a little move and she could only lie down. Xu Yan's morbid thinking is very common. Dota can still use victory to comfort herself.

Looking for opportunities with Jiang Gou? You are really courting death.

I don't quite believe that this was instigated by Jiang Gou. He probably just wanted to find a reason to kick Xu Yan away.

Would I be soft-hearted towards Xu Yan at a time like this? Would I be soft-hearted towards Xu Yan like this?

I shook my head.

Xu Yan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she completely let go of my hand. She slowly turned around, climbed onto the bed, kicked off her high heels, and lay motionless like a corpse that had lost all signs of life.