Sun Quan refreshed the author's backend again, but there was still no trace of the recommended site he was waiting for next week.
Normally, at around 2 o'clock, he should have received next week's recommendation, but he had not received it yet today, which made him a little worried.
Although he himself felt that based on his performance in the last small recommendation position, his new book should have a good recommendation position next week, but now it is past 3 o'clock and he has not received the news of next week's recommendation position, and he is unavoidable.
Just a little worried.
——Did the editor forget about me?
——Or is it that the data of my book has increased too fast, making the editor think that I have brushed up the data, so I will not recommend it directly?
——Or is it just that today’s recommendation news will come a little later?
Every situation is possible.
This made him feel a little uneasy. He was looking forward to reaching the top of the newcomer and new book list next week and winning a weekly championship. However, if next week was a streak and there was no recommendation position, it would be difficult to achieve this small goal.
This is like flying a kite. No matter how well you tie the kite, if there is no wind, it will be difficult to get the kite to fly high in the sky.
The recommendation position of a website, for a book, is like the wind. A small wind can make the kite take off, and a strong wind can make the kite fly higher and higher. But if there is no wind, how can it fly?
Because of this uneasiness in his heart, he decided to go to QQ to see if other people in the author group had received recommended website shortcuts.
Still the author group of the third editing team of Qidian.
When Sun Quan clicked on the group message chat box, he saw that the group was much livelier than usual, and many authors were already chatting.
…
Coffee: "Next week's website short message hasn't come yet, I'm so anxious. Has anyone received the short message?"
Tie Yi: "I didn't receive it either, alas! I'll probably be streaking again next week..."
Yan Hui: “I just received a text message from Channel 6, haha.”
Loulan: "I will promote bookshelf next week!"
Oriental Spider: "I will be stronger next week, hehe!"
Yan Hui: "Strength? Sun! Spider, you are about to take off! The champion of next week's new book list is guaranteed!"
Oriental Spider: "Hey..."
Coffee: "Spider, you are now second on the new book list. If you score better next week, the championship will definitely be yours. Congratulations!"
Sunshine: "Spider! Don't forget each other if you want to be rich and noble!"
…
Browsing the chat content of these people in the group, Sun Quan felt a little blocked. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette case and lit a cigarette. Oriental Spider was regarded by him as his biggest competitor next week.
However, now that Oriental Spider has received the website shortlist recommended by next week's classification, Sun Quan has not received any recommendation position. He took a puff of cigarette, and when the smoke was exhaled from his mouth, the curl of smoke was like the smoke in his heart.
depressed.
Did the editor really forget about me?
Pursing his lips, he closed the group chat box, out of sight and out of mind. He was in no mood to continue reading the chat content of these people.
Refresh the author backend again.
I still haven’t received the in-site text message for next week’s recommended spots, which is really annoying!
When everything was ready and all he needed was the east wind, but the east wind took a long time to come, that was how he felt now.
After smoking a cigarette, I wanted to continue typing and saving the manuscript, but because my mood was not smooth and I was in no state, all kinds of random thoughts kept flashing in my mind, but I just couldn't concentrate on the content of the typing.
Instead of refreshing the author's background once, again and again, the result is the same every time, with no trace of site shortcomings at all.
He realized that he must have run out of status codes before dinner today, so he simply turned off the computer, grabbed cigarettes, lighters, mobile phones, wallets and other items, and went out.
He planned to go out and relax.
It was cloudy outside today and the temperature was not as high as the previous few days. It was a little more comfortable. He got on his bicycle and rode aimlessly on the road like a stray dog, looking at the scenery along the road and the pedestrians he met along the way.
When I passed the gate of M University, my alma mater, I didn't know why I drove my bike through the gate of the school.
Now that September is approaching, the campus is still quiet with very few pedestrians.
But Sun Quan knew that it would not be long before this campus would become lively again, and it would be full of vitality. He used to be a member here, but now that he has graduated, he is cycling through this familiar campus.
The feeling in his heart was very different from before.
I feel like a passerby here.
He no longer belongs here.
While riding his bicycle past a row of dormitory buildings, Sun Quan suddenly heard a familiar voice calling him from under the big tree on the roadside.
"Sun Quan! Sun Quan..."
Sun Quan subconsciously braked and turned around to follow the sound.
Under the sycamore tree on the roadside, there was indeed a familiar figure standing, with a cheerful smile on his round face.
"Teacher Qin?"
(Qin——sound: qin)
Sun Quan was a little surprised. Teacher Qin was his class counselor in college, which was equivalent to his class teacher in middle school.
Suddenly he met his counselor here. In a pleasant mood, he immediately got off the car and pushed his bicycle quickly to Teacher Qin, with a smile on his face.
Very happy.
Teacher Qin's face was also full of a smile of joy. She looked Sun Quan up and down with her smiling eyes, and said cheerfully: "I didn't expect to see you here today! When I saw Kuang Longfei a few days ago,
He told me that you didn’t leave after graduation and rented a house near the school. He said that you are now writing novels. Haha, how about it? Are the results of your new book good? "
Sun Quan smiled and nodded, "Well, yes! I am writing a novel, and my grades are not bad! How about you, teacher? How are you doing recently? The new semester is about to start, and you will be leading the freshman class again this time, right?
?”
Teacher Qin crossed his arms, the smile on his face not diminishing at all.
"Yes! This time the school asked me to lead the cooking class 1. By the way, what is the name of the novel you are writing now? I will take a look when I have time and give you a few votes, hehe!"
"Cooking Class 1?" Sun Quan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what Cooking Class 1 meant.
Teacher Qin nodded: "Yes! Starting from this year, our school's cooking major begins to have undergraduate classes. Class 1 is an undergraduate class, and class 2 is a junior college class. Please tell me the name of your new book! I just have time to go there recently.
have a look."
When it came to the title of the new book, Sun Quan was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "The title of the new book is "My Decathlon"..."
…
Teacher Qin has a very good personality. During the three years when she worked as a counselor for Sun Quan's class, she never blushed and always smiled when she saw anyone.
Even if a classmate in the class gets into trouble, when she gets angry, she just smiles helplessly and rolls her eyes.
She is in her thirties and is not considered a beauty, but because of her good temper, she is deeply loved by every classmate in Sun Quan's class.
In Teacher Qin's case, she and Sun Quan hadn't seen each other for only one summer vacation.
But in Sun Quan's place, he hadn't seen Teacher Qin for more than ten years, so he was very happy to suddenly meet her here today.