Entertainment: God-level nanny

"what's the situation?"

Su Yiming quickly jumped to the main page of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

I saw that the comments that originally belonged to the 'archaeological group' had been suppressed below.

The ones that were pushed to the top by netizens were those commenting comments just now.

The first one is so red that it turns purple!

Silent Night: "Friends who know me know that I am an old bookworm of Origin, and I usually reward authors with 100,000 or 1 million Origin coins.

However, Su Shen's "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is so well written that without a reward exceeding 100 million, it is really not enough to express my admiration for Su Shen.

Of course, I also have selfish motives. I hope I can take this opportunity to get to know Su Shen!

Brothers, help me get on top! "

This comment has been officially marked red by Origin.

However, this pin is not given by the official, but relies on the likes and comments of the vast number of netizens to get it to the top:

"In ancient times, people used to buy horses with a thousand gold, but today, in the dark night, you spend 1 million to get acquainted, you are awesome!"

"F*ck, I can only use f*ck to express how I feel at the moment!"

"What if I could reward fans with 100 million Origin Coins if I get excited?"

"It's dark night, I want to give you a monkey!"

"Heiye Niubi (broken sound), Su Shen, please let Heiye get to know each other..."

On Yuandian Chinese website, there are many netizens who stay up late at night to read novels.

So when the comment "Silent Night" just appeared in the comment area of ​​"Ghost Blowing the Lantern", comments from netizens followed.

There are even some authors from the Origin Chinese website who are booing below.

It can’t be said that he was booing.

More or less, there is some jealousy.

After all, in so many years at Origin, they have never seen such a wealthy reader.

Spend millions of Longxia coins!

That's a million dollars, not a hundred dollars!

If this great god could take one more look at them in the crowd, it would be worth it!

Su Yiming slid the mouse and looked at the 12 golden reward comments below.

Their comments varied:

Some admitted that they were just trying to get attention, some said they wanted to get to know Su Yiming, and even more, they wanted to send Su Yiming a blade because they thought he was too slow to update?

Seeing this, Su Yiming laughed angrily.

More than 3 words are updated every day, and sometimes words are updated.

Is this update slow?

Shaking his head, Su Yiming continued to scroll down the comments. There were also some other reward comments, but the amounts were not large.

Most of the other words are not nutritious. They are either praising the work or speculating on why Su He can write such a work...

Ding Dong!

At this moment, the WeChat alert sounded.

Su Yiming conveniently opened the WeChat dialog box on the computer.

6 WeChat messages popped up.

All from editor Jiudong:

"Dad, have you rested?"

"It exploded, it exploded, it really exploded. A rich man rewarded you with 1 million origin coins at once."

"There are also 12 resident bosses on the site who have each rewarded you with 1 million Origin Coins!"

"When you wake up, I hope you can go online and take a look at the author's backstage and the comment area."

"I suggest you open a Penguin or WeChat group. This can not only maintain your relationship with these rich people, but also keep abreast of readers' attitudes towards "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"."

"Personal advice, this is just my personal advice. If you don't have this idea, just ignore it."

The 6 WeChat messages, in addition to informing Su Yiming of this incident, also suggested forming a reader group to maintain relationships.

Readership, in fact, many authors have it.

In the group, in addition to bragging and spanking, those readers can also chat about the plot and even make a lot of constructive suggestions.

However, this method is of no use to Su Yiming.

Not to mention the content of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp", he copied it from his memory. The plot cannot be changed just because of readers' suggestions.

The main thing is that Su Yiming is usually either coding words, thinking about songs, or taking care of the seedlings.

How can I have time to maintain a readership?

If someone is willing to give a reward, he will accept it.

No one rewards, but this book can also make Long Xia popular!

Why create a group and trap yourself?

However, Su Yiming decided to show his appreciation for today's rewards!

I took a look at the archives of these days.

Although there are few chapters, it totals 6 words.

After thinking about it, Su Yiming directly packaged and updated it!

Of course, he is not a fool.

At the end of each chapter, he specifically stated that these chapters were specially added for the reward of readers such as "Silent Night".

As for 'a thousand gold to buy a horse'?

Forget it, he has no interest in it!

……

The next day, Su Yiming couldn't get up.

I couldn't help it, I got up so early yesterday morning, and then I kept writing until after 1 o'clock in the evening with a "white tiger head" all day long before I rested.

He gets up early and goes to bed late. It's been another tiring day, and it's a wonder he can get up at all.

The grain seedlings, on the other hand, got up early.

The little girl wisely did not wake up her father, but after washing herself, she ate snacks in the living room.

Until 9 o'clock.

He Miao couldn't stand it anymore and trotted to the bedroom.

I saw my father lying on the bed with his back stretched out, even snoring.

He Miao rolled her eyes and crept onto the bed.

She held her breath, stretched out her small white hands, grabbed the ends of a few of her hair, and swept them slightly under her father's nose.

Feeling itchy under nose.

Su Yiming, who was sleeping soundly, subconsciously raised his hand to grab it, then turned over and continued to sleep.

The little girl ran to the other side of the bed and drew pictures.

"Ah!"

This time Su Yiming couldn't help it and sneezed.

"ah!"

The sound was so loud that He Miao was so scared that he covered his little ears.

Ok?

At this moment, Su Yiming woke up completely.

I saw my daughter squatting beside the bed, covering her ears with her little hands. How could I not figure out what was going on?

"He Miao, are you asking dad to get up?"

Putting down the little hand holding his daughter, Su Yiming grabbed his hair randomly.

"Oh, daddy, don't pull my hair, it's all messed up!"

He Miao angrily slapped his father's hand down and said, "Father-in-law Sun is already showing off his butt. Dad, why don't you get up?"

"is it?"

Su Yiming turned around and glanced at the alarm clock.

Hey guys, it’s already 9:15!

Sitting up suddenly, Su Yiming asked while putting on his slippers: "He Miao, are you hungry?"

"Ah."

He Miao nodded, pulled her little belly a little aggrievedly, and said, "I've been hungry for a long, long time!"

If she hadn't known how much this little girl ate yesterday, Su Yiming would have been deceived by her.

But my daughter still needs to be pampered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's dad who got up late."

Su Yiming quickly said: "What do you want to eat? Dad will cook it for you now?"

"I want crystal shrimp dumplings, big chicken drumsticks, and egg pancakes."

He Miao immediately said what she wanted to eat, and added at the end: "The kind with meat and ham."

"Good good."

Su Yiming nodded repeatedly and said, "In 10 minutes, daddy will bring you what you want to eat!"

"Then I'll wait in the living room!"

He Miao nodded obediently, then ran towards the living room with her calves in full swing.

She still has a piece of egg waffle left to eat!

Seeing He Miao running away, Su Yiming hurriedly took action.

First he went to the kitchen to take out everything. While putting on the pot, he took the time to wash up at the speed of light.

Men, just swipe twice and it will be clean.

Ding Dong!

"He Miao, come and eat!"

When he arrived at the restaurant with breakfast, the doorbell rang at this time.

This time, He Miao didn't rush to open the door. His big, watery eyes were already attracted by the breakfast on the dining table.

How can you still think about helping dad with work?

Open the door, does it matter if you have something to eat?