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After a false alarm, Bai Shangshang walked out of Charming.It's hot and looks like it's going to rain, but she's going to take a walk for a while.Before reaching the traffic lights, Ye Shun chased after him: "I'll see you off. It's not safe for you to go home alone." The righteous words made people find no reason to refuse.

"Why didn't you reply to my message today?" Sure enough, Ye Shun was a reminder for the manuscript as soon as he opened his mouth.Bai Shangshang had various reasons to procrastinate, such as depression, a broken hand, a two-week power outage in the community, and intermittent blindness for half a month. If he didn't keep an eye on her, she might disappear from the world.

Bai Shangshang's mood became more and more irritable: "I didn't go to Q."

"This issue needs to be supplemented, and there are still three days before the deadline."

"Three days?"

Ye Shun smiled: "It's actually five days. But three days later there will be the first review meeting."

Bai Shangshang knew the tricks of these editors.They are always ahead of their deadlines, when in fact they reserve a little time for themselves, like cunning little squirrels who stock up on acorns before winter comes.Bai Shangshang and Ye Shun have known each other for many years, and they are very familiar with each other's little tricks, so the press release has become a close and protracted tug-of-war.Now Ye Shun told her all about it, but she was indifferent and had no intention of being a firefighter.

""Night Voyage" is out, and all his schedules are vacant. The serialization in hand is about to end, right? It would be great if the new book can be picked up. Work hard recently, and make the outline, and I will give it to you. You strive for more pages, and when the time comes, you will serialize and publish short stories together, which will be of great help to increase popularity."

The offer is very tempting.If it was normal, Bai Shangshang would definitely smile and thank each other.More pages mean greater exposure and more remuneration.Just imagine opening "New Painting", she is the main novel, she is the main short story, and she is the column, it is like her personal brochure.

But tonight Bai Shangshang was in an irritable mood, and he didn't feel elated because of it.On the one hand, it was because of her reckless ex-boyfriend, and on the other hand, it was because of the friend who let her go.Her best friend is one year younger than her, and she got engaged not long ago.Ten years ago, these beautiful writers often came to glamorously dance until dawn. Now, most of them have lost contact, and they only think of her when they get married and have children, and send her invitations—— Electronics.My friends see each other from time to time because they are in the same city, but they have already bid farewell to the literary world. Now they are a civil servant who works from [-] to [-], and have a very loving and wealthy boyfriend.The friend got engaged and was busy with the wedding in an orderly manner. The two hadn't seen each other for a month.Bai Shangshang proposed to go to the glamorous gathering tonight as a bachelor party, but in the end, only she, the bachelor, attended.A friend called to say that there was something wrong with the wedding dress and she couldn't come, and her tone was a little irritable.But Bai Shangshang guessed that the smell of irritability was very sweet, unlike her, who was sour with irritability.

Ye Shun, who was beside him, was still talking endlessly about the subject of the next book, the writing time, and the release date before July, etc. Bai Shangshang secretly sized him up.Bai Shangshang knew that Ye Shun liked her, 70% of the men she met liked her, and the other 30% were gay.Ye Shun is not a good partner. After all, he is not a rich man, nor is he a high-ranking official. He does not have a 140 square meter hardcover apartment in the third ring road.But her desire to court tonight was extraordinarily strong.She carefully examined the editor who had been with her for three years, looking at a man like a woman.

"What's wrong?" Ye Shun felt it, her gaze on her tonight was extraordinarily hot and lasting.

"It's nothing, you continue to talk." Bai Shangshang lowered his head, and stabilized himself from the momentary wavering.Bai Shangshang feels that even if all external factors are put aside, Ye Shun is not like a person worth relying on: he talks too much, is too handsome, his hair grows past his neck, and lacks masculinity.He looks like Huazelei from the old version of "Meteor Garden", but this Huazelei has the potential to be a cowherd.He is very popular with girls. When he is sitting in the booth, the girls are all next to him, wanting to have sex with him.In this sense, the two of them are very similar.Imagine that if two skittish people combine, it will be more than just a movie for three people.

Bai Shangshang's fantasies came to an end, and she finally decided to maintain the relationship with her charming male editor as a reminder and a natural enemy of the reminder.She recovered and found that Ye Shun had already finished talking about the work plan for the next stage, and there were only silent footsteps between the two of them.She was a little embarrassed, but Ye Shun enjoyed the silence very much.When they kept silent about their work, the ambiguity penetrated their bodies from the silence, spiraled up, and finally diffused around.He didn't know at all that Bai Shangshang, who was just an arm's length away, thought about being with him, and sentenced him to death during this short period of silence.

"Can I stop writing youth campus essays?" Bai Shangshang started talking about the manuscript.

Ye Shun was taken aback: "Oh?"

"Well. I'm tired of writing."

Bai Shangshang lied, she was not tired at all.It only took her one day to write the serial, and the short story was even faster, because she was so proficient that she didn't need to use her brain at all.In fact, she was tired of writing, and felt that it was meaningless to continue like this.Day in and day out, staying within her comfort zone, she sometimes feels that she is not a writer at all, but a code girl.The stories she wrote are not creations at all, but industrial processes.More importantly, she knew that she was too angry.

Now no one reads youth campus essays.The boys all ran to the red dot to watch the upgrade stream with millions of words; the girls still cared about love, but they no longer cared about girls wearing white cotton skirts and white sneakers.They care about the boy who stands inconspicuously in the crowd, and the other boy who rides a bicycle and is domineering.She is in her third year, and she has no idea why the campus life of the post-00s is like this.

Yes, she is the pillar of "New Painting", and Ye Shun's plan will promote her to an unprecedented height, making her unrivaled in the limelight in this magazine.But jumping out of Jingyu, who is she?

Although at this moment, she doesn't know that the sales of "New Painting" has declined, the capital chain has broken, and Guanwen has been offended, but with the keenness of a writer, she feels from daily clues that she has passed her temper.

"I don't want to write about youth campus...then what do you want to write about?"

"Let's see." Bai Shangshang was also a little confused.She thought of those workers who had been laid off after working for most of their lives. They said they could only screw screws, but she was not much better than them.

Ye Shun looked at her inexplicably with his trouser pockets in his pocket, and finally smiled tolerantly: "It's okay. Take advantage of this supplementary draft, and try new and new themes yourself."

"Ok."

"Then it's settled. The manuscript will be delivered in five days, two articles—don't forget to serialize." Ye Shun sent her to the door of the house, saw that she was absent-minded, and left wisely.

After Bai Shangshang entered the door, she received a message from a friend, saying that the wedding dress she liked had been ordered by someone else, and now she wanted to choose a new one, referring to her opinion.Bai Shangshang looked at the wedding dresses sent over from the opposite side, and suddenly felt sad.She is 28 and out of breath. Love and work have suffered a double blow.She was once a smash hit and had countless officials, but on this night, she clearly heard the sound of time passing.She is like those ministers of foreign affairs who "opened their eyes to see the world" in the late Qing Dynasty, waking up from the prosperous dream of the heaven and the kingdom. However, the Eight-Power Allied Forces have already arrived at the door.

In a room with no lights on, she was sitting blankly hugging herself, as helpless as a heroine in her novel who suffered a miscarriage when she was young and whose boyfriend cheated on her.

The author has something to say: [Editor's knowledge class] Will the writer get too angry?

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