"Now the review and editor are also like this? Are you still working overtime to review?"
Ji Zhuo was a little surprised when he saw the novel that had just been reviewed on the backstage of the author.
I thought I would have to go to trial tomorrow.
Subconsciously, Ji Zhuo clicked refresh.
Favorites 1.
"Um?"
What's the matter with this collection, this book has only been reviewed for ten minutes, and it has been collected?
Isn't that the wrong direction?
Forget it, it may be a pirated website or a collection of review editors.
Um. Ji Zhuo convinced himself.
Then, following closely, I saw another comment in the background.
"...Gan! Dog author, have you opened a new book again?"
Take a look at the name of the reader of the comment. 'Kill Ernie Sauce'.
What is the name of the two-thorned salamander.
Um? Why does this name sound familiar?
Ji Zhuo felt a little impressed by the name, so he looked up and found it.
Wasn't he the only living reader of his last book about eunuchs in five chapters, when he posted the eunuch's testimonials, he also left a comment.
I actually followed the new book. Are people so busy now?
Ji Zhuo felt a little headache and helplessness.
However, after pondering over the comments of this loyal black fan, Ji Zhuo's eyes lit up again.
"...Dog author, you can't finish a book. The first book, with two hundred chapters, is about to reach its climax, the eunuch, and the second book, one hundred chapters has just been released. The eunuch's testimonials were released the next day, the Three books, five chapters! Five chapters are eunuchs! Spitting blood [picture]."
This sentence is filled with resentment that overflows the screen, and Ji Zhuo, who is the object of resentment, is embarrassed, and at the same time there is excitement in his eyes.
The first book of this number, the data decline is serious, I also have to eat.
The second book, the first order on the shelves, is just like that, and it can only be cut.
The third, um, blames the review editor for destroying my fictional ideals. It's not that I wrote so badly that I couldn't change it and cut it straight.
I thought so in my heart, but Ji Zhuo didn't reply.
While this comment looked a little embarrassing, it excited him at the same time.
These remarks are not directly revealing his repeated eunuch criminal record, let this comment stay in the comment area,
It's not that even if there are readers, they will just leave after a look. If there are no readers, the book will not be settled!
No, I have to highlight this reader's comment for honestly expressing his thoughts! Top!
The embarrassment on Ji Zhuo's face disappeared.
By the way, I silently tested the system.
"...System, as writers of novels, we have to reserve the right of readers to express their opinions, not to mention that what others say is true, right?"
The system naturally did not respond.
Ji Zhuo decidedly and excitedly gave the reader called 'Kill Ernie Sauce' to add a lot to the top.
refresh again,
This top-notch comment has been firmly on the home page of the comment area of this "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", although it was originally a comment, but just in case.
Then in this comment building, another comment appeared.
"Kill Ernie sauce:???"
This is the same reader, it seems that she also found that the comment that she complained about and vented her grievances was pinned by this dog author.
Then I waited a while longer, wondering what the reader was thinking.
While waiting for Ji Zhuo to refresh, there was another 'Kill Ernie Sauce' comment below the comment.
Kill Ouni sauce: "The author of the dog is going to make a change and become better? Okay, then I'll take a look first and see the aftermath."
do not!
Ji Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable seeing this comment.
What if other readers think I'm good too.
never mind,
Anyway, this book couldn't have been popular in the first place.
There is only one collection now, and the comments are on the inside of the building. Who will specifically click to see it.
It's sure to look away.
Ji Zhuo thought about it and nodded again.
Then refresh the author's background.
Collection 1, recommendation ticket 0, monthly ticket 0, investment 0, reward 0.
There is no surprise this time, the data is stable.
Ji Zhuo nodded with satisfaction.
"... come face to face."
In the back kitchen of the noodle restaurant, the shop owner came out with the noodle in his hand and shouted.
Ji Zhuo raised his head again and looked at the shop again.
The young man who read the novel and ate noodles had already left, and Ji Zhuo was the only guest left in the noodle restaurant.
Putting away his mobile phone temporarily, Ji Zhuo ate the noodles that the owner of the restaurant brought him.
The shop owner packed up the leftover dishes and chopsticks eaten by the guests next to him, and by the way, he also had a word or two with Ji Zhuo, an acquaintance,
"... When my son went back with his mother before, he asked you about it, saying that he saw you coming over the past two days, why didn't he come today."
"yes?"
Ji Zhuo took a bite and replied with a smile.
It seems that ordinary people have more respect for holding a pen, and the owner of this shop respects him a little after knowing that he is a novelist.
The store owner's child is curious about the novelist.
However, Ji Zhuo felt ashamed when he thought about the fantastic and cool essays and urban supernatural powers he wrote above.
"...No, I also let him study hard. In the future, he will learn from you, write books, eat while holding a pen, and be respected by others. He doesn't need to work hard like me to earn money by working hard."
The shop owner doesn't understand online novels, so he talks with a serious smile and ho ho.
Ji Zhuo listened with an embarrassed look on his face.
Fortunately, the shop owner packed up and went back to the kitchen.
...
"...Boss. The money was paid."
"Okay, just go your way. I hear you."
A cage of xiaolongbao, a bowl of noodles,
The originally hungry Wu Zang Temple was appeased. Instead, he ate something warm this winter, and his whole body was warm and somewhat comfortable.
Ji Zhuo scanned the code to pay and left the noodle restaurant.
Walk along this slightly quieter street to the residence.
Fancheng is located in the south. Although it is early winter, it is not too cold.
Some cold wind blows on Ji Zhuo's warmth, and the warmth and wind oppose,
"call..."
Ji Zhuo let out a long sigh, enjoying the quietness of the street at night.
He clasped his hands behind his head, stretched his back, and strolled in the courtyard.
...
Eat and drink well.
There's nowhere to go at night.
Ji Zhuo returned to the rented house. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com One bedroom, one living room, hardcover short-term rental house.
There is a sofa TV in the living room, and Ji Zhuo's laptop is on the desk next to it.
Today's update has been completed, and Ji Zhuo didn't go to sit at the desk anymore.
He slumped on the sofa in the living room, flicking his phone and flipping through it at will.
In this kind of old building, the floor slabs are generally soundproof, and some trivial movements upstairs and downstairs can still be heard at this moment.
Instead, it added a little peace to the night.
"...I have been in this city for more than two months, do I need to change the city?"
Originally, he continued to stay here, mainly because several consecutive books were thrown out, which made his income a little turbulent.
As a result, his plan to continue living in another city has been put on hold for the time being. Now that he has a system, he is stable.
Ji Zhuo's whole body was sunk on the sofa, and this feeling of soft depression on his back really brought a sense of laziness.
It made him feel a little reluctant to move, and the phone was just put aside.
"Killing the Dog Author: ... Has the dog author opened a new book recently?
Little Black House Big Leather Whip: I haven't heard anything since I published the book Eunuch..."
The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and it was a group of old readers who had achieved a few books before.
There were not many people in the group, only about two hundred.
Glancing at the words in the reader group, Ji Zhuo hesitated,
Forget it, let's not talk about it, what if the old readers know about it and support the data of the new book period. Although unlikely.
But don't take risks randomly, and keep your word.
What's more, his book "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" just rushed at it,
Don't bother old readers.
Think about it. No matter how satisfied, Ji Zhuo collapsed on the sofa again, enjoying this moment of ease.