I can't be rushing

Wu Sheng entered the dimensional space. Anyway, there is nothing to do today, so it is better to finish typing today's words. He also took time to type these two days.

It’s rare that today is relatively leisurely, and you can also take a look at how many collections and recommendation tickets have increased recently. In the past two days, there have been more than 200 collections, and recommendation tickets needless to say.

This is also because of the proceeds from performing on the same stage with Ye Xiaoling yesterday, there were not many people who tipped them, and there were only a few. Looking at the somewhat unrealistic collection, Wu Sheng didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

Novels are basically driven by the reputation they have accumulated online. Most of these people just click and add them to their collections and then throw them on the bookshelf, with few people reading them.

The background of these writer simulators is fully visible. Wu Sheng can see how many people are reading his novels every day, and only dozens of people are continuing to read them in the past two days.

However, there are only dozens of people looking at the more than 900 collections, so Wu Sheng also understands that it will not be a problem if this continues. After all, these pairs are basically data, and there is no practical change.

Moreover, "I Can't Be a Fighter" is already available on the shelves, with 10,000+ words, and the collection far exceeds all new books.

However, I was warned by the editor because of this matter. After all, a work that has not yet been recommended can have so many collections. It is hard to imagine that Wu Sheng didn't spend money to brush data.

Fortunately, Wu Sheng explained clearly to the editor in time, otherwise the book "I Can't Be Fell on the Street" would be forcibly removed from the shelves. Of course, the editor also compensated him afterwards, and recommended it for a period of one month.

This also made Wu Sheng ecstatic. His first novel, not to mention the recommended position, even the editor didn't plan to pay attention to him. It was only after 50 words that it was finally put on the shelves.

When Wu Sheng just spent four hours coding two chapters in the dimensional space, he was awakened to the real world. He was a little confused after all, it was not time to get off the plane.

"Hey, you really fell asleep!" Yan Zhijie just stared at Wu Sheng from top to bottom.

She just happened to be pushing the drink cart through the first-class cabin, when she spotted a familiar figure, and after a closer look, she recognized Wu Sheng.

The person who kicked him out of the room and didn't even bother to ask for his WeChat, actually boarded the plane he was on again, so naturally he wanted to take revenge on him.

But it can't be too much, looking at Wu Sheng who has already fallen asleep, the only thing that can annoy Wu Sheng if he is not too much is to wake him up.

It was only then that Wu Sheng realized why this plane looked so familiar. It turned out that this plane was the one that he was regarded as the hijacker before.

"Let you drive me out of the door! Make you look down on Miss Ben!" After Yan Zhijie hit Wu Sheng with her fist a few times, she ran away in a hurry.

Fortunately, Wu Sheng was not really asleep, otherwise a normal person would be furious if he was fucked like this. Wu Sheng ignored Yan Zhijie, closed his eyes, and continued to enter the dimensional space to code.

Yan Zhijie found that Wu Sheng didn't chase him out and turned back to the first-class cabin, and found that Wu Sheng didn't intend to pay attention to her at all, which made her teeth itch.

But she had nothing to do with Wu Sheng, and she also knew that Wu Sheng was a voiceless person, so she suddenly thought that what she did was a little too much.

Wu Sheng has been different from others since he was a child, that's why he appears so indifferent when faced with this kind of teasing, and he will only get used to it after a lot of experience.

She also regretted her rashness a bit, she decided to apologize to Wu Sheng, and of course brought some cake or something.

Wu Sheng just had a glimmer of inspiration, and tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly, but was dragged to the real world by Yan Zhijie.

When he opened his eyes, it was still Yan Zhijie. Wu Sheng was a little unhappy, but it didn't show on his face. He straightened the chair and looked at Yan Zhijie with doubtful eyes.

"Please eat the cake! Just take it as an apology for my behavior just now!" Yan Zhijie put a small piece of cake in front of Wu Sheng, and Wu Sheng looked at the cake in front of him in a daze.

Yan Zhijie thought that she really made Wu Sheng angry, otherwise, why would Wu Sheng ignore him.

In fact, Wu Sheng was not angry, but rather pleasantly surprised. He even forgot that today is actually his birthday. He has been running around in Lingxi for the past two years, and he has long since forgotten when his birthday is.

He didn't remember until Yan Zhijie sent him a small cake today. Wu Sheng thought of one thing, that is, the airline knew his ID number.

This may have been specially prepared by Yan Zhijie for him. It was a little pleasantly surprised and a little sad, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry! I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Yan Zhijie also thought that what she did before awakened a bad memory in Wu Sheng's heart.

"No, thank you for the birthday gift you gave me!"

Wu Sheng took out the note in his pocket, and showed it to Yan Zhijie with a smile on his face.

"Uh...it's okay, this is what we should do!"

Yan Zhijie didn't expect that today was Wu Sheng's birthday. She just wanted to humble Wu Sheng from the beginning, but she didn't expect it to be a surprise she prepared for Wu Sheng.

But Wu Sheng's smile just now really affected her. After all, she couldn't resist the smile with tears.

Yan Zhijie and Wu Sheng just chatted for a long time with their mouths and sticky notes. When the plane was about to land, Yan Zhijie wrote down her WeChat ID on Wu Sheng's sticky note, then turned and left.

It was also the first time for Wu Sheng to feel this kind of surprise, and his image of Yan Zhijie had deepened a lot.

When we arrived in Lingxi City, it was not too late, Wu Sheng rejected Song Zhiping's invitation to have dinner together, and was about to pack up and go home first, Song Zhiping saw that Wu Sheng had decided to go and didn't say anything more.

The main reason is that the place where Song Zhiping lives and the place where Wu Sheng lives are completely in two directions. It takes one and a half hours to go back to the city, not to mention that Wu Sheng has to take a two-hour bus to go home.

Today is his birthday and he can buy a little more food. After all, it is rare for him to have time to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, he should treat himself better.

Wechat message came, Liu Zhi settled his account for yesterday's performance, which should be 2500, but Liu Zhi sent him 3000, after all, yesterday's response was quite good.

Wu Sheng already had more than 1 yuan in his pocket. He had spent all the money he had taken back home, leaving only 1 yuan for himself.

After sitting on the bus for a long time, Wu Sheng's buttocks hurt from sitting. Seeing Wuling Hongguang galloping past him, he also came up with the idea of ​​learning a driver's license.