A jiyou comes out of the closet

After exchanging pseudonyms, Jiang Wanqing received a call from the team leader, left the Penguin in a hurry and left.Fu Wen looked at a string of numbers on the screen, clicked to view the information, the interface was clean and neat, even very simple, without fancy dress, only the cold profile in simple mode, which can be seen at a glance - trumpet.

In the past when social software was not common, most of the interactions between people existed in the real world, and the three-dimensional emotions could be seen and felt, while the friendship on the Internet was separated from the screen, and it was even more unknown. There are two completely different personalities from reality. In order to protect themselves, the two "worlds" are separated. Whether they are writers, painters or CVs, they have their own identities and aliases in the online world.

Commonly known as vest.

Using a trumpet to make friends, this person is really dishonest.Fu Wen glanced at the direction she was leaving, followed her wishes, registered a small account and sent out a friend request.

Jiang Fan of Jinjiang...

Fu Wen downloaded Lu Ding Ding's app, searched for the author's name, and found that there was only one article under her name, called "Fourteen States", and the genre tag selected Xianxia.Fu Wen steadied her eyes, and thought for a while with a human brain whose search volume was comparable to that of a computer. Her literary name comes from Li Bai's poem "Fourteen states with a sword of frost and cold".The subject matter has nothing to do with the current popular period essays, farming essays, rebirth and time travel, and military marriage hot moms. .

The update time of each chapter is displayed at two o'clock in the morning.Fu Wen couldn't help sighing, this was too serious, what was she doing at two o'clock in the middle of the night?While sleeping, Jiang Wanqing was still writing, obviously there were only three collections.

Jiang Wanqing started the first conversation between penguins.With Fu Wen's pissing nature who doesn't know how to move a meter even if she is beaten to death with a sap, it is impossible to expect her to take the initiative to talk to people, at least when the two parties are basically strangers.

"Sister smashing sister smashing, I have read your article, it is amazing, the writing is great, the writing and plot are superb!" Jiang Wanqing praised sincerely, while the mouse was still scrolling and turning pages, looking at Fu Wen The book "Into the King's Heart".Her comment section was deserted, mostly filled with messages like "Can't you send a big package at once?" "One step slower! I didn't get this book once!".

Newcomers who want to gain exposure can only rely on money in the early stage, and send red envelopes for recommendation tickets. When the potential value increases to a certain level, they can have a place on the free list, but too many people can't even get back the cost.Even among the hundreds of collections that have been raised because of the red envelopes, most of them are collected by zombies.

Fu Wen was not too happy about the praise, she was more cautious, and she took the goddess as her spiritual idol, and her ultimate goal was to become a god. She had too high demands on herself, and always felt that what she wrote was not good or that. Jiang Wanqing's praise made her inexplicably ashamed.

"Don't praise me, I read your article too, I don't know how many times better than mine, you are so hardworking, you write in the middle of the night, it's unbearable not to be popular." Fu Wen also told the truth From her current point of view, the writing style of "Fourteen States" is comparable to that of a goddess, especially the shortcoming of her most painful character being made into a face. Each has its own characteristics, which is quite rare.

"Huh? Diligence? Don't be ridiculous, I'm a senior patient with lazy cancer, okay?" Jiang Wanqing couldn't help laughing, her fingers crackled on the keyboard, and the code words made her typing speed gradually increase, "The update at two o'clock in the morning is Because I want to learn about metaphysics, set the alarm clock, and sleep after I finish, I can't afford to be a fairy with my old bones, and I can't afford to hurt a child who has no rankings and no exposure."

Jinjiang's metaphysics is quite profound, and it makes pure readers feel confused.Mengxin is cautiously probing in the deep water of Lu Ding Ding. If you don’t sign a contract, you won’t have a list. How can you just rely on the latest updated list in a few minutes on the web version?Manual update at [-] o'clock in the morning. If you have a good character, you can hang up for a day if you catch up on metaphysics hot words. This is the only chance to be exposed.

Fu Wen sighed: "Zhan Zhan has a hard-to-recite scripture, it's not easy."

Jiang Wanqing grinned and rested her chin, one hand fluttering on the keyboard, through the screen, she could think of the face of the little old lady pretending to be a domineering gentleman, and typing: "I believe in my sister's eyes, my mother will definitely pick you up .”

Jiang Wanqing really has the physique of Huojiyou. The next day, the shortlist sent it to Fu Wen through the writer's assistant:

"After review, your work "Into the King's Heart" has reached the signing standard, please contact the signing editor XXXXXXXX..."

Fu Wen saw this message on the toilet.She was planning to find some Ba Zong books as toilet reading materials, but who knew that she would see a reminder when she turned on her phone.

Like a cluster of flames falling into a bucket, Fu Wen's whole body burned up all at once.Almost instantly, she took a screenshot and told Jiang Wanqing:

"Miss~ I signed it!"

After sending this message, Fu Wen was stunned on the spot.Why did she tell Jiang Wanqing that if she signed it, she signed it, wouldn't it be enough for her to be happy?

not enough.Fu Wen said so in his heart.She wanted to share the joy with others, like a child who got candy, excitedly took the candy to show off to her friends, but forgot how a child without candy feels.

Fu Min's heart skipped a beat, could this be a deliberate show off?What would Jiang Wanqing think?Will she resent herself?Fu Wen hesitated and wanted to withdraw. Anyway, 2 minutes had passed, but before she could make a move, Jiang Wanqing had already sent a reply:

"Really! Congratulations, congratulations, and joy~ I said you will definitely be able to do it, hahaha, I really have a mouth! Starting today, I will embark on the road of struggle to hold Fusheng's thigh!"

After typing this line and sending it out, Jiang Wanqing behind the screen was still smiling heartlessly.How could you not care?People can think, and women are more delicate creatures.Even though he clearly knows that he should be happy for her, there is still a trace of unwillingness and... jealousy in his heart.

Why has she been writing for so many years, and she has been rejected and rejected dozens of times, and a pure reader, who writes casually, signed it in less than a month, which is not fair.

Jiang Wanqing suppressed her terrifying thoughts in panic, and muttered to herself: "Why am I like those living people..." She collected herself and smiled self-deprecatingly.In fact, there is nothing to lose. In Jinjiang’s post bar, you can see unlucky people who can’t get signed. Some people failed once or twice, some failed ten or twenty times, and some even collected rejection letters from more than a dozen editors in four groups. , can almost summon a dragon.

However, there are also many people who just write casually with an attitude of writing, and they are short-listed after posting [-] words or a chapter or two. If she is really jealous, she will be pissed off.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqing put everything down, and began to look at the book "Into the King's Heart" on Dianniang's bookshelf with a smile.This, she thought, is the author I watched signing with my own eyes.

Although she didn't know where that sense of accomplishment came from.

Fu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and her anxious heart was quietly put back in her throat, but the next second, she saw even more terrifying words pop up in the chat box.

"I won't write this book, apply for deletion."

Fu Wen was frightened by the blow to the head: "Why?"

Jiang Wanqing pretended to be indifferent: "It's too cold, I'm about to freeze to death, and the young ladies in Bishui said that the first book for newcomers should stop thinking about generating electricity for love, and make some reliable and popular topics, and sign the book." Let’s talk about it after accumulating readers.”

Bishui Jiangting is a forum in Jinjiang, where many authors chat or post dry goods to teach others how to write.

Fu Wen hasn't read Jin Jiang's articles much, and she doesn't know much about Lu Ding Ding. Of course, she doesn't know what clear water is, but she can see the point, so she frowned and typed: "But do you like those themes?"

Jiang Wanqing's hand paused, and he continued to pretend to be nonchalant and replied: "Newcomers don't have the right to choose, right? Internet articles serve the market. Since the Ba Zongwang is enduring, it proves that there is a market for it. I like writing martial arts. , Xianxia and Lingyi, but you know..."

Fu Wen was silent for a while.What this guy really likes are all subjects that can make her become an ice queen.

"Well, okay." Fu Wen knew that she was not qualified to let her not go against her original intention, so she could only say: "Then have you figured out what to write in Xinkeng? Bosses and princes... you should not write, It's really too..."

Jiang Wanqing said in her heart that you thought I wanted to write, but considering that the girl was also doing it for her own good, her heart warmed up, "I don't want to write, I don't like my eyes when I write that stuff, besides, I really don't know how to write that It’s a routine, I haven’t read it at all.”

Jiang Wanqing closed the computer and walked around in the autopsy room.The autopsy room, which exudes a strong smell of formalin, is cold everywhere. There are cold corpses, instruments, and syringe reagents. There is no heartbeat, and it is extremely quiet. Except for the sound of Jiang Wanqing's high-heeled shoes, there is no sign of life here. .

She supported the operating table, and poked the left chest of the corpse with her slender index finger dyed with bright black nail polish—the location of the heart. It was cold, and she said to herself: "Dead."

Jiang Wanqing sat on the operating table, her left hand covered her still beating chest, her tail ring had a faint silver light, and she suddenly said, "Alive."

"From death to life, it's a new life, a new beginning." Jiang Wanqing said with a smile, and she couldn't laugh anymore in a blink of an eye, "Rebirth...how does it feel like revenge, isn't it good..."

She jumped off the operating table suddenly, turned around happily, and said to the corpse: "Brother Corpse, I understand, I'm writing time travel."

The name "Sick Girl Correction Manual" has been disliked by Fu Wen for many years. From the time they first met to later becoming a popular cp, the mention of "Jiang Fan"'s debut work signed in a serious sense would make her face frown.

"What kind of shit are you talking about???" At that time, Fu Wen had already exposed her explosive nature, and couldn't help but yelled.

Jiang Wanqing curled her lips: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

Someone rubbed pitifully: "Don't dare, what the goddess Qingqing said is right~"

"Go away, stop flattering, I don't want to talk to the mentally retarded and lower my IQ."

"You, who are you calling mentally retarded? Come and fight if you don't accept it!"

……

But now the two have not yet reached the level of intimacy. Fu Wen behind the screen just twitched and typed tremblingly: "Not bad." I really couldn't help myself.

Jiang Wanqing laughed shyly and shamelessly: "Yes, I also think this name is very good, it has too much personality hahahaha..."

Fu Wen: "..." Forget it, as long as you are happy.Stand Hands.jpg

The author has something to say: All the text names and pen names in this article are my nonsense _(:3」∠)_ Any similarity is purely accidental...

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