Sister, Shut Up!

Jiang Miao opened her eyes, subconsciously touched the side, but found no one, turned her head to look, and found that the senior sister had already got up and was not in the room.

Stretching on the bed, Jiang Miao opened the curtains and let the sunlight shine in from the outside, completely illuminating the room.

Rubbing his head, Jiang Miao finally woke up after being dazzled by the sun, remembering that his new book seemed to be on the shelves in the early morning.

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao rolled out of bed, found her mobile phone on the bedside table, quickly unlocked the screen, and clicked on Writer's Assistant.

【statistics】

Total order: 7289

Average order: 2337

High order: 2559

The subscription volume of Chapter 1 has reached 2500+.

According to this rate, it is estimated that by the afternoon, they will be able to break through the 3000 first-order boutique line.

But don't look at the fact that there are already more than 2500 subscriptions in less than ten hours, but as time goes by, the subsequent subscription increase will only increase.

In the last few hours of the evening, there may not be more than a dozen subscriptions for an hour.

But looking at this speed, the first order results should be better than the 3500 first order books in the previous book, but the good is limited.

Seeing this result, Jiang Miao felt a little disappointed.

Although he didn't tell his senior sister, he still has high hopes for this new book in his heart.

It's just a lot of ambition, Jiang Miao doesn't like to say it out loud, it's good to hide it in the bottom of my heart.

Of course, compared to the explosive content of the previous book, this book has a relatively long preliminary stage. So far, the male and female protagonists have not yet had a complete showdown, and a lower number of subscriptions is acceptable.

Jiang Miao went into the bathroom and washed his face, his mood stabilized, he patted his face to cheer up, and returned to normal state.

It is already a great achievement to be able to order a boutique for the first time.

Now, after a year at Qidian, it is estimated that there will be two to three thousand new books by old authors alone, not to mention the books that newcomers flood in. After a year, at least tens of thousands of books will be on the shelves.

This does not include the eunuch who cut the book in the new issue before it was put on the shelves.

At present, the number of books that can achieve high-quality results every year is about four to five hundred, and many of them are old books that have survived the previous year or even the year before.

Books that can be ordered for the first time may only account for less than half of the above data.

Not to mention that Qidian's love essays are still niche topics, with few ten thousand subscriptions and only a handful of high-quality works. Most of them are struggling on the street, and the audience base is inherently small.

Not to mention that most of the people who love to watch this kind of theme are the student party, and the payment ratio is relatively miserable. It is really a test of skill to make this group of people willing to pay to watch the genuine version.

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: Wake up and say something, go downstairs and drink some porridge to fill your stomach.

Opened WeChat, and there was a message from my senior sister.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Here we come!I want to drink porridge!

Jiang Miao went downstairs with her mobile phone, and soon received a reply from her senior.

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: Drink porridge and drink porridge!Don't use redundancies!Disgusting!

Grinning, Jiang Miao pattered downstairs and met Su Huaipu and Xu Guiying who were sitting by the sofa.

"Good morning Grandma!"

Jiang Miao has lived here several times, Xu Guiying has turned a blind eye to this, and only said some private advice to Su Huai porridge in private.

Nodding to Jiang Miao, Xu Guiying continued knitting.

This time, the size of the sweater in her hand was obviously not knitted for herself or Su Huai Porridge, but the style was the same as that for Su Huai Porridge.

"Go and pour it yourself! The porridge is in the rice cooker!" Su Huai porridge yelled at him, but he didn't even bother to serve him porridge. Instead, he stayed with grandma and drew with his ipad.

"Understood~" Jiang Miao responded, slipped into the kitchen with ease, poured out a bowl of porridge, added fermented bean curd and pickled mustard, and before he reached the table, he had already picked up the bowl and started drinking.

"Eat slowly." Su Huai porridge frowned slightly seeing him gobbling, "Be careful of choking."

"No way." Jiang Miao sat down at the dining table, "The porridge cooked by senior sister is so delicious."

Su Huai porridge gave him a blank look, and said ruthlessly, "This is made by grandma."

"No wonder!" Jiang Miao showed a suddenly realized expression, "Senior sister, your porridge cooking skills have completely inherited from grandma."

Xu Guiying, who knitted the sweater, laughed when he heard this, and Su Huai Porridge couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only give him a cross-eyed look, his tearful mole only revealed a charming look, more like flirting with Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao laughed twice, and finished the porridge within 2 minutes.

"Go." Before Su Huai Porridge started, Xu Guiying raised her chin and said with a kind smile, "I will go shopping with your grandma Guifang later, so I don't need you to accompany me."

"Then I'll go up." Su Huai porridge blushed a little, hugged grandma, and followed Jiang Miao upstairs.

When going up the stairs, Jiang Miao went to hug Su Huai Congee, but she pushed her away blushing, and looked at the grandma downstairs, seeing that she didn't pay attention to it, she reached out to hold the dishonest palm of her junior.

After returning to the bedroom, Su Huai porridge was pressed against the door and bullied for a long time before pushing his junior away and urging him to write quickly.

The two sat down at the desk, opened their respective live broadcast rooms as usual, one started drawing, and the other started coding.

And at this moment, Jiang Miao received a WeChat message.

He opened it curiously and found that it was from Wang Xin.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Are you also running for class assistant?

232. Grove or Lover's Slope?

Seeing Wang Xin's question, Jiang Miao thought about it for a while, and then remembered that the senior sister had indeed dragged him to sign up for this year's class assistant for freshmen.

Now that less than a month has passed, it should have been selected.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: How do you know?

[Wash your hands frequently]: The counselor has just sent out the class assistant list, let me inform the people on the list, write a self-introduction, bring a photo and submit it, and then the school’s official account will post an article about the class assistant for freshmen Introduce content.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Is that so, how specific?Which class am I a class assistant?

[Wash your hands frequently]: Class 1, Freshman Accountant, you and Senior Sister Su are in charge, is Senior Sister on your side?Please inform me, I won't look for her anymore.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Okay, I'll write it up with her and send it to you.

"Senior sister." Putting down the phone, Jiang Miao turned her head and said, "The class assistant list is out, do you know?"

"Come out?" Su Huai porridge stopped drawing and asked curiously, "How is it? You got chosen?"

"Well, we are the class assistants of Accounting Class 1." Jiang Miao shrugged, "Wang Zi asked us to write a self-introduction and send it with a photo. It will be posted on the school's official account."

"Then you code first." Su Huai porridge opened his notebook, "I will introduce myself and write..."

Jiang Miao: "... I still have to write my own, right?"

"Don't you trust me?" Su Huai porridge glanced at him, "I don't know you yet?"

"You are not allowed to write the author Peach Jam, or write the title of my book." Jiang Miao had a black line on his head, drawing the bottom line in advance.

"...All right." Being restricted by such a situation, Su Huai Porridge suddenly lost interest, but he still opened the word and started to think, "Quickly type, don't ink."

"Understood, let me have a look after you finish writing." Jiang Miao reminded her again before continuing to touch the keyboard to type.

In the past few days, he has a daily goal to complete, and strives to make more explosive changes in the early stage of the launch, and see if he can quickly improve the average subscription score.

Before putting it on the shelf, he only saved [-] manuscripts, which is only enough for today's day. To be on the safe side, it's better to write more.

The time for Su Huai Porridge is much more relaxed. Generally speaking, as long as the time for receiving orders and delivering manuscripts is not procrastinating, most of them are in time.

Most of the time is still wasted on wrangling and revising with Party A.

But compared to painting, let Su Huai porridge think about the content of the text, the speed is slower.

After dawdling for more than half an hour, the self-introduction of the two of them still only stayed on the name, gender, grade, and hobbies.

In the end, Su Huai porridge simply looked through the copywriting of the school's official account last year, found his own, and moved the original self-introduction to him.

Then focus on thinking about how to write the self-introduction of the students.

After dawdling until noon, Jiang Miao had finished coding a chapter of 2000 words, and Su Huai porridge finally handed over an answer.

Jiang Miao fell silent for a while after reading the self-introduction at the beginning of the complete article, and the long series of chicken soup-style clichés that followed.

Tomato Novel

"No, can't it?" Su Huai porridge blinked, "I think the writing is pretty good."

"Well, it's pretty good." Jiang Miao didn't say much. Anyway, it's not about writing web articles. It has to attract talents.

Jiang Miao hadn't planned to be a class assistant at all, and the senior sister had no choice but to help him, so she just accompanied the senior sister reluctantly.

Therefore, it is most important for Su Huai porridge to be happy.

"Then I sent it to Wang Xin?" Su Huai porridge tilted his head and asked.

"Send it, remember to send a photo."

"Got it, I have a lot of them here." Su Huai porridge copied these two paragraphs of self-introduction, and then looked through the album for a while, before finding a photo of Jiang Miao who didn't look very handsome, with his own The photo was sent to Wang Xin.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Received.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Sister, you can also create a WeChat group in advance, send the QR code of the group, and then send it to the official account together.

[Congee congee likes to drink congee]: OK, I'll send it to you after I've built it.

First, he pulled Jiang Miao to set up a WeChat group chat for two people. After Su Huai porridge sent the QR code, he heard the voice of grandma downstairs.

"It's lunch time! Porridge! Miaomiao!"

Hearing the voice of grandma calling for food, Jiang Miao stretched on the back of the chair, picked up the phone and glanced at it, and found that there was an additional group chat on WeChat.

[Accounting class 1 class group]

"You built the group so soon?" Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, "How do I remember that we only started the group face-to-face when we saw Ban Zhu last year?"

"That depends on whether you paid attention to the school's information during the summer vacation." Su Huai porridge gave him a blank look, "You haven't followed the school's official account yet, have you? Especially those of our accounting school, some daily information will Publish it on."

"Ahem..." Jiang Miao really hates the official account column full of a lot of concerned official accounts, so currently he only pays attention to a dozen or so columns that he thinks are relatively high-quality, as well as a few online authors that he likes very much Personal public number.

He thinks the official account of the school is taking up space, so he just asks his roommates and senior sisters directly if he has anything to do, pays attention to it when he really needs it, and unblocks it when he runs out.

"Let's go for a walk and eat." Jiang Miao got up and went downstairs, "Anyway, it's only a week before school starts, so there's no rush for class assistants."

Su Huai Congee was much more responsible than him. He followed downstairs while holding his mobile phone, collecting all the necessary materials for starting school for newcomers that he used last year, and sent them to the group to keep in advance.