Chu Qiao pulled out his head from the table in confusion.
The keyboard keys left marks on my face, and it hurt a little when I poked them.
If he looked in the mirror at this moment, he would definitely find that the letters 'S' and 'B' on his face were particularly clear and distinct.
Seeing the garbled words on the screen, the sad fat man sighed helplessly.
It would be great if all these words had a valid word count.
A few minutes ago, in his dream, he dreamed that he had a hundred clones. Each clone could write a thousand words, and fifty chapters could be updated in a day.
No matter how well it is written, as long as the story is complete, even the most clichéd and simple upgrade exercises can be done with a huge amount of updates to reach the top of the sales list.
However, after waking up, the reality is still bone-chilling.
Updates are still slow.
I spent a whole day anxiously and typed for three hours, but what I wrote was still ignored.
Pulling the black room down, Chu Qiao staggered to the bathroom in a daze, rubbed his face vigorously with cold water, and forcibly turned on his brain.
"When did I become so diligent? How could I still stay up late coding?" Chu Qiao was a little confused.
Chu Qiao, who believes in fighting with his life and exchanging hard work for subscriptions, has been dead for many years.
Now he is just a person who procrastinates and fights cancer, and is a fighter who steps on the line for perfect attendance.
Unless you can really evolve into tens of thousands of tentacle monsters every day, the short burst of fighting on the street will not only consume your own liver, but at most it will move you.
Holding a glass of fat house water and toasting a piece of bread, he walked sloppily to the computer.
Click on the author's backend and look at the sad additions made yesterday.
Tons tons tons tons...
The fat house is under water, and the decadence is swept away.
Isn’t it just that new additions continue to plummet, subscriptions continue to be sluggish, average subscriptions are declining in the red on a daily basis, and the subscription ratio remains a mystery?
Hold on! Don't panic!
"Huh? When will I open a new book?" Looking at the extra book in the author's backstage, Chu Qiao was a little confused, and vague memories were returning to his mind.
Didi didi!
The penguin in the lower right corner starts jumping crazily.
Chu Qiao clicked on the penguin, and when he saw who was sending the message, he immediately tensed up.
"Xiaoqiao! Why did you open a new book? Double book? Can you handle it?" Through the Internet, it is impossible to figure out what kind of emotion it contains in the editor's greeting.
Chu Qiao carefully weighed his words, and after revising them three or four times, he clicked send.
"My grades are a bit sluggish and I can't even pay the electricity bill (accompanied by a crying emoticon). Let's open it twice and see if I can earn more dog food. The editor is relieved. I have been researching this book for a long time and have painstakingly polished it. It contains a lot of information and is by no means a temporary creation created by a hothead."
Regardless of whether this is the case or not, at least you must not be timid at this time.
The author writes a book like the captain of a ship or the captain of an airplane.
Regardless of whether you know the course and destination, if there are passengers on board, you must not be timid or panic.
The author panicked and admitted that he had stepped on the watermelon rind. The plot collapsed all the way. How could the readers read it? How can the editor trust you to finish writing and recommend it to you?
"Okay! Come on! But during the new book period, remember to take your time. It's a good thing to burst out, but don't burst out until it's on the shelves! Otherwise, it won't be easy to arrange a trial launch for you."
The editor seems to be in a good mood?
Chu Qiao came to such a conclusion.
"Don't worry! It's all right!" Chu Qiao made three big smiles in a row, thinking that this would show that he was confident.
The editor did not reply.
Chu Qiao also temporarily pulled down the dialog box and clicked into his newly created book.
More than 30,000 words have been updated...a waste! The review has not been passed.
Naturally, there are no readers.
There are no book reviews to say about this chapter.
However, as an old reader for more than ten years and a coder for ten years, my basic reading ability is still up to standard.
Although it is inevitable that there will be some fans of the authorities, from a plot structure perspective, there is still no problem for the time being.
"But if you write it like this... I'm afraid I'll get criticized again!" Even so, Chu Qiao had no desire to change the book.
Writing a book can only please some people.
After all, it’s hard to agree with everyone.
Even if he has the ability to write a Dream of Red Mansions, as long as a person doesn't die for hundreds of years and is still alive as a shameless person, he will still be blocked by trolls.
It is not surprising to grasp a point, then conduct self-exploration and interpretation, and then use this point to attack and attack.
After writing a book for so many years, let alone being criticized for being over-interpreted.
Chu Qiao has also experienced a lot of attacks on the author's personal moral level by creating artificial "contradictions" out of nothing.
"The problem is that I chose the wrong time to publish the book!"
"At this point in time...many great masters will open books, and the competition is fierce. Many...after all, they are 'regular troops' recruited by the studio, and they will compete when they are put on the shelves. If they bump into each other...I'm afraid It’s about being led along.”
Thinking of this, Chu Qiao's head hurt.
"Well... when it comes to writing a book, if it's just about writing a book and just focusing on writing a good book, that's enough... Then it's easy!"
Look down at a glance.
Chu Qiao frowned after seeing the last updated chapter.
The subject matter is not too new.
The plot cannot be said to be outstanding.
The most important thing is... I didn't even drive.
Does this make sense?
"I, Chu Qiao, have been driving for nearly ten years, and I rely on my reliable driving skills! Although I have been banned from books and chapters many times, my name is resounding and my signboard is there. If I don't drive... is this still me?" Chu Qiao was a little puzzled.
He wanted to change it.
The problem is... the plot has developed to the point where he sees only two female characters.
A hippopotamus and a bitch girl destined to hit the streets.
I can't even start the car even if I want to... The fuel tank is not even filled up, how can I drive it?
"Is it possible that he is possessed by evil spirits?" Chu Qiao touched the stubble on his chin.
Close the page.
Start scanning books as usual.
"Ouch...this book has a tricky angle, it's broad, it's broad!"
"Hmm! This book is not bad! I actually developed a copy of the Japanese art film. This is challenging the bottom line! Be the first to kill!"
Reading, eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, browsing mobile phones, reading small websites, reading, reading, reading small websites, eating...
The time quietly came to ten o'clock in the evening.
Although not a single word was written in that day’s update.
Chu Qiao's face still had a mysterious calmness.
"The girl just now has a good figure and a good face, but she's coded, and it's a bit annoying to cover her ears and steal the bell. Forget it... Let's let her go for today, put away the gun and fight another day. Recently, the rise of domestic products, the Wanwan Madou series Whatnot, it’s quite interesting... Wait, stop it now, you can’t look at it any more, or Quanqin won’t be able to save it anymore!”
After washing his hands and taking a deep breath, Chu Qiao finally opened the small dark room.
Then...my mind was still blank.
"Water...what do you write?"
"The main plot is a bit unresolved. How about opening a branch plot? Or should we create two more characters and have a rivalry with the protagonist?"
Between thoughts.
Chu Qiao suddenly felt that his mind was empty.
His whole person suddenly changed.
His hooves were flying and he was running wildly on the keyboard.
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