In the dormitory, Xie Yan put down the book "Youth" without saying anything.
Zheng Minghe was wiping his hair: "Oh my god, it's really hard to wash your hair without turning on the heating... Lao Xie, I want to shave my head, what do you think?"
Xie Yan recovered his mind and looked at Zheng Minghe's wet curly hair that he had just washed, and nodded indifferently: "Shave it, it will look rounder and have more social experience."
"Really?" Zheng Minghe was immediately moved.
Wu Jiawei, who was knitting a sweater at the side, said unceremoniously: "What Lao Xie means is that if you shave it rounder, it will look like you have been in it."
Zheng Minghe:……
Been in there...
He snorted coldly: "You are jealous. I have a great head that was carefully adjusted by my mother, my nanny, and my grandma when I was a child. No hairstyle can match it!"
Jiang Yifan had just cleaned his favorite sneakers, and while looking at them, he complained unceremoniously: "Well, the flat head has been carefully adjusted."
These words hurt his feelings, and Zheng Minghe did not hesitate to put his pillow on his head and rub it against him.
Jiang Yifan is going crazy: "My new pillowcase, Viagra, come on, let's clean up this monster!"
Wu Jiawei's face was dark and serious: "Don't call me Viagra!"
When I was angry, I hooked the needle too hard, so I quickly removed the hook again.
Jiang Yifan alone couldn't handle this bitch like Zheng Minghe. He just heard him say while humping: "If the Viagra sweater is not well tied, it will never come over, hahaha!"
Wu Jiawei took another wrong shot: "Don't call me Viagra!"
After he went to school, his obsession with details became more and more serious. The stitches on the arms of the two newly bought sweaters were not symmetrical, so they looked more and more awkward. So he simply bought a needle and thread to do the stitching himself, and learned while doing it. It was perfect.
This is the progress...
How should I put it? He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is obsessed with details. He just can’t tie a sweater!
…
After struggling for a while, everyone finally calmed down.
However, Xie Yan was still staring at the "Youth" in silence.
Zheng Minghe's hair was almost dry. He walked over and nodded: "Hey, Lao Xie, are you still reading this book? I see many girls are grabbing this book at the canteen... They are still ordering it when it is out of stock!"
"
He just said it casually and sat down after saying it. After that, he felt something was wrong——
"Okay, Lao Xie, you are so treacherous. You also read girls' magazines, just to have something in common with Junior Sister Weiwei, right? I want to read it too!"
After saying that, he grabbed it without any ceremony.
Xie Yan was silent for a long time, facing his QQ contacts, still not knowing how to organize his words.
——Did you write "The Domineering President: The Pretty Girl Runs with the Ball"?
Is this what Weiwei is hiding?
After all, there is a sentence pattern in it. He only heard Weiwei say——
[Bai Duoduo said to the male protagonist’s fiancée: Your family just went bankrupt, you just lost money, but what I lost was love!]
Of course, Xie Yan would rather believe that he learned this book. The three views and thinking patterns in this book are really amazing——
He hesitated for a whole afternoon and still couldn't ask.
I don’t know why, but I feel that if I ask, not only will I not be punished, but I am afraid that there will also be problems with the rewards?
At this moment, Zheng Minghe was heard yelling: "Damn it, this Ximen Liangchen was bleeding all over the floor and was cut by a knife. Why didn't this heroine call an ambulance and instead carried her home?"
?She is a pregnant woman, where does she get the strength? What if she gets an infection and dies of illness when she goes home?"
Xie Yan couldn't help but feel the pain in his forehead. He patted Zheng Minghe's bedside and said, "Give me the book."
Zheng Minghe didn't even raise his head: "Stop arguing... Damn it, the hero's mother looks down on people so much, it's so disgusting!"
Xie Yan:……
All right.
He suddenly understood why Weiwei wrote this - her family was not treating her well, it must be because she had to make a living.
When I think about it, I feel so distressed!
It's a pity that the savings have to be used to buy a house - he must work hard and give all his salary to Weiwei in the future! She will take care of it, so she can spend it as she pleases, so she doesn't have to work so hard to make concessions!
At noon, Xie Yan suddenly had this enlightenment.
…
at the same time.
In the girls' dormitory, Lu Li had no class today and was lying on the table writing furiously.
She seems to have found a rhythm recently. She writes non-stop every day, even in class. Looking at her writing speed, she has a steady rate of 3,000 words an hour.
I just don’t know if my arms can bear it...
Ding Wei couldn't stand it anyway.
However, the two of them are not talking now, and she is just complaining. At this moment, she is looking at the words sent by the editor, while typing out some replies.
Editor Guo Mu: Explosion! Big explosion! The sales of "Youth" have increased by 80%, and we are now arranging for additional printing! The next issue is expected to double!
This Life Is No More 996: Oh.
Editor Guo Mu: Why are you so calm? Aren't you excited? This is the sales volume brought by "The Boss"!
Editor Guo Mu: Well, if I had known that you could have written more on this book, five to six million words, wouldn’t the magazine have always been able to increase in price? Also, you don’t want the sample issue, you are so calm.
This Life Is No Longer 996: Sales just doubled, why are you so excited?
Editor Guo Mu:!!!You don’t know the basic sales volume of “Youth”! If it doubles, we will be ranked first!
Well, Ding Wei really doesn’t know.
No more 996 in this life: It’s impossible to write more, it’s too much beyond the limit.
Editor Guomu originally wanted to say where the lower limit was exceeded, but then he thought about the worldview and values of the other two books, and couldn't help but stop talking.
Okay, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand.
Editor Guo Mu: If you don’t write it, someone else will. Recently, the magazine has received a lot of similar submissions. The funniest thing is that some of them just changed their names and word order and translated them into Chinese.
Editor Guo Mu: It seems that the overbearing president is going to be popular for a while.
No more in this life 996:...let them go.
However, at this point, Ding Wei suddenly thought, what happened to Lu Li's book?
She also bought a magazine in the morning, and she also had no intention of covering it up. At this moment, she placed it directly on the table, so that anyone who came in could see it at a glance.
This Life Is No Longer 996: There is a magazine called "Girls", do you know about it?
Editor Guo Mu: "Girl"?
Editor Guo Mu: I seem to have heard of it... This is a small magazine with very low sales...
Editor Guo Mu: Hey, hey, don’t go there to change jobs! If you think the manuscript fee is low, we can discuss it again!
This life is no longer 996:……
This Life Is No More 996: As you said, let’s discuss it again...
Editor Guo Mu: I pray humbly, but I really can’t get high...and it’s only the first day, and the magazine’s sales haven’t really shown up yet! There’s no way to talk about it!
Editor Guo Mu also realized that Ding Wei was joking, so he breathed a sigh of relief and did not mention the royalties - there was really no way to mention this.
Editor Guo Mu: Seriously, the magazine "Girls" is not good. You see, after signing the contract, we will pay you as many words as you write, but "Girls" settles its accounts every month, and it especially likes to default on manuscript fees...
Never Again 996: If you say that, I feel relieved.
