Sister, Shut Up!

If you catch a theme, you will frantically copy the same kind when it becomes popular. In fact, you don’t know why it became popular at all, and what is the essential reason for readers to buy it.

Web writing is an emerging industry, and it took only [-] years from its inception to its current development.

There are no textbooks, no unified writing theory, and no objective and fair evaluation system.

If the author wants to make progress, he can only cross the river in the dark through mutual discussion and self-discovery.

Jiang Miao knows that she is still very immature, and there are still too many things to learn.

Moreover, there is often a huge gap between theory and practice. Combining the two and transforming them into a methodology that suits you requires a long period of adaptation and exploration.

So he said that he wanted to sum up his experience and lessons, and ask for a day or two of leave, which is indeed true.

Only when you really know the difficulty of writing can you look up at the mountains devoutly and climb up the peaks.

And conceited people always like to look down, they can't see the mountain tops in the distance, and they think they are at the highest point.

"So you work hard these few days, first finish the first volume and save it, and then use the saved manuscript for the two days when you ask for leave." Su Huai porridge said with a smile on his head, "I did it for you. For the sake of grades."

Jiang Miao: "...Sister, it's a waste of your talent not to be a capitalist."

"How can this be called a capitalist?" Su Huai porridge shook his head, and said according to Jiang Miao's theory, "I only squeezed you alone. This is professionalism, not a capitalist."

"...Are you a black factory?"

"It's your own little black room."

……

After eating, Jiang Miao voluntarily entered the small black room and obediently coded.

After the coding conditions in the guest bedroom were improved by the senior sister, it was much more comfortable than coding in the dormitory.

Half-lying on the chair, with both feet resting on the footrests under the table, the elbows are firmly supported by the armrests, and the wrists are also supported by the wristrests.

Today's guest bedroom has completely become his exclusive coding room. When coding, his hands are not sore and his waist is painless, his neck is relaxed, and his buttocks do not hurt after sitting for a long time.

Under such conditions, only the temptation of the water group can make him leave the keyboard.

……

Locking Peach Jam into the small black room, Su Huai Porridge cleared the table, washed the dishes and started cleaning.

The two of them often don't come over for several days, so every time they come, Su Huai Congee has to be cleaned, at least mopped the floor.

After finishing the work, Su Huai porridge broke out in sweat, wiped his forehead, went into the room to find a change of clothes, and came out, ready to take a shower first.

But she changed her mind, and when Peach Jam finished typing, she had to agree to change into a swimsuit to collect materials, so Su Huaipu simply threw aside the clothes to be changed and reopened the closet.

"Where is the swimsuit..."

While muttering and rummaging, Su Huai porridge finally found several sets of swimsuits hidden in the bag.

Fell on the bed, Su Huai porridge separated the sets into four sets in total.

Then she couldn't help covering her forehead and sighing.

As she expected, there were three sets of swimsuits in it, all of which were bought for drawing materials...

The most normal of the four sets was a one-piece floral swimsuit with a skirt, which she normally wore when swimming.

And the remaining three sets are more or less abnormal...

One of the sets that is closest to normal is the light blue top with crossed ropes and a very short dark blue swim skirt.

Then there is a set of Shikushui swimsuits that most often appear in campus plots in anime.

This set is not worn anymore, Su Huai porridge throws the dead reservoir water into the bag.

When she wore this dress before, it was too tight, and it made her chest hurt.

As for the last set... Su Huai Congee's gaze fell on three pieces of fabric that were no bigger than a palm, and silently put it back into the bag.

It is impossible to wear it for the students to see.

As for the remaining two sets...

Focusing on the one-piece and two-piece swimsuits, Su Huai porridge picked up the one-piece swimsuit and decided it would be better to be conservative.

But when she walked out of the bedroom and walked towards the bathroom, she folded back just halfway there, stuffed the one-piece swimsuit back silently, and grabbed the blue tie-up one-piece swimsuit in her palm.

It's just a collection of materials... If you are at home, this set is fine...

……

In the guest bedroom, Jiang Miao is seriously typing.

He just finished writing the plot of the heroine getting drunk yesterday, and today is the plot of the heroine's continuous social death.

Because this whole paragraph is a small climax, Jiang Miao wrote it with special concentration, and the pictures in his mind emerged one after another, and he finished the 4000 words very smoothly.

Even when writing about the drunk appearance of the heroine, Jiang Miao couldn't help imagining what the senior sister would look like drunk.

Will she also be like the heroine in his novel, who will hug and kiss when drunk, and call her husband?

Thinking about it this way, the power of code words is a little bit.

Let's just write the story of myself and my senior sister in the next book, Jiang Miao thought so, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and her face was filled with a smile.

The sour smell of love follows the text and is all hidden in the plot, just waiting for the readers to look sweet.

So after writing 4000 words, Jiang Miao had a burst of inspiration and typed 2000 more words. Originally, he wanted to post it directly, but after thinking about it, he set a timed release and set the time until the early morning.

This is equivalent to tomorrow's portion.

As smart as I am, Jiang Miao touched his nose and smiled triumphantly.

Just when Jiang Miao was intoxicated with his operation, the door of the guest bedroom was opened.

Su Huai porridge, who wrapped himself tightly in a white bathrobe, poked his head in and asked, "Have you finished typing?"

"Encoded."

"Then help me blow my hair first?" Su Huai porridge took out a hair dryer and asked with his head tilted.

Jiang Miao nodded, greeted Su Huai Porridge into the room, got up and gave her the reclining chair.

After the senior sister lay down, Jiang Miao's sharp eyes suddenly found a thin rope tied around the senior sister's neck...

What pajamas are tied with strings?

Jiang Miao fell into deep thought, and then her heart skipped a beat, her body became a little hot.

"Hurry up, don't stand still." Su Huai Porridge urged.

"Oh, here we come."

159. Learn a little knowledge every day

It is a kind of enjoyment to blow-dry the hair of the girl you like.

When Su Huai porridge spread out the long hair wrapped in the towel, and the wet black hair fell down the back of the chair like a delicate and smooth strand, Jiang Miao couldn't move his eyes away.

After plugging in the hair dryer, Jiang Miao held the hair dryer in his right hand and aimed it at the long hair of the senior sister, and gently inserted his left hand into it, all the way deep in the wet and slippery touch.

Su Huai porridge's hair is relatively long, and when it falls naturally, it can reach the middle of the back, about a palm's distance from the back waist.

Sitting by the bed, Jiang Miao combed her hair from root to tip with her palm. When her arms were stretched out, she was able to comb her long hair completely.

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Feeling the slippery touch gradually becoming numb, the soft strands of hair kissed his fingers, Jiang Miao served the senior sister very seriously.

Su Huai porridge closed her eyes and silently enjoyed the hair massage from her junior. Every strand of hair that was plucked conveyed a subtle feeling along the tip of the hair.

It is really a pleasant thing to not have to blow dry your own hair.

Especially for girls with long hair, after washing their hair every time, the pain has just begun.

But if someone you like is willing to blow your hair for yourself, then this pain will naturally turn into sweet happiness.

Su Huai Congee vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he grew his hair long like his mother did, but he didn't like to blow-dry his own hair. Every time he saw his father blow-dry his mother's hair, he was very envious.

So as soon as I finished washing my hair, I ran to my dad to ask him to blow dry his hair.

Mom laughed at the side, saying that she would blow it up, but Su Huai porridge turned around and said no, and asked Dad to come.

"Sister, blow dry."

The buzzing wind stopped, and the room suddenly became quiet and empty, as if she was the only one left.

Well……

Su Huai porridge opened his eyes, his thoughts were brought back to reality, he turned his head impatiently, and saw his junior sitting beside the bed, his heart suddenly settled down again.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Miao touched his face, "Is there something?"

"Well, there is something."

Su Huai porridge got up from the chair, stepped onto Jiang Miao's body, leaned over, and touched his junior's face with his lips, "I'll help you eat it, now it's gone."

The hair that had just been blown dry fell down softly and brushed over Jiang Miao's face. Jiang Miao's neck and chest were still faintly hot.

Hearing what the senior sister said, the blood in Jiang Miao's heart accelerated for a moment, and she couldn't help but help the senior sister eat the things on her face.

Then eat what's in your mouth.

It wasn't until Su Huai porridge was weak all over that he softly pushed him away, got up and hid aside, and the two ended their conversation.

At this time, Su Huaiyu's bathrobe was a little messy, the collar on his chest was spread out, revealing a touch of whiteness, and the collarbones on both sides were also half hidden and half exposed, making him even more charming.

There are only two conspicuous blue thin ribbons, hanging tightly around the senior sister's snow-white neck, and crossing down on the chest, disappearing in the shadow of the sinister canyon.

"How much have you written today?" Su Huai porridge asked with a smile in his peach eyes after the rosiness of his cheeks faded with his hands on the belt of the bathrobe around his waist.

"6000 characters." Jiang Miao raised her chin and said the number that most authors would have to look up to.

"Oh, that's it." Su Huai porridge rolled his eyes, and gently unbuttoned the bathrobe, but did not fully undo it, folded his hands in front of his body, pouted towards the chair, and signaled Jiang Miao to sit back, "Sit down first. "

Jiang Miao immediately sat on the chair and waited quietly for the senior sister to give him materials.

But Su Huai Porridge just walked around behind him, stretched out a hand, held the mouse, and opened the coding software again.

"I'll give you a chance now." Su Huai porridge looked at the time, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening, so he bit his lip and whispered in Jiang Miao's ear, "I still have three sets of swimsuits, you can write more before midnight 3000 words, I will change one more set.”

"Really?!" Jiang Miao cheered up, inexplicably looking forward to it.