Rescue Raiders Those Years [Quick Transmigration]

No matter what the other party thinks, at least at this moment, whether it counts or not, both of them have given their own satisfactory answers in their hearts.

After that day, the experience value of the two people's favorability increased by a large amount.

Everyday has also changed from doing their own things to...

You can turn on the voice and do your own thing.

Even the voice at first was just because Bianchi thought it was troublesome to type and talk about the problem, so he dialed the voice, and after talking about the problem, the two began to eat and then fell silent.

Bianchi didn't think about hanging up, so he simply let it hang up, and turned on the mute code by himself.

It wasn't until Li Junxuan turned on the microphone to speak two hours later that Bianchi realized that the voice had been connected and never hung up.

Doing the same thing for a long time becomes a habit.

Standing in front of the mirror to wash his hands, Bianchi said to the phone in a vague voice: "Yesterday..."

"...Huh?" Li Jun asked a little puzzled, "What?"

Bianchi bit his toothbrush, tied his hair casually with rubber rings, and said after seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, "No, I just read the weather forecast last night and said it will rain today."

Li Junwan wanted to ask if it was strange to have rain, but Bianchi's next words were: "I still want to ask you out today."

Li Junxuan: ...

"It's okay." Li Junqian said calmly, "As long as it's your invitation, I'll do it."

"...Okay, full marks for this wave of love talk."

Bianchi sat back in front of the computer and refreshed the author background.

Because the title of the book is too long, it will not be fully displayed in the recommended position. At the suggestion of the panda, the arrogant "Those Years I Dominated the Universe After Wearing Jackie Chan" was changed to a very suitable title:

"Lord of the Universe".

It belongs to the style of fighting with braised beef noodles at first glance.

Most of the essays at the end point are [-] words to test the waters and recommend.

In order to catch up with the task of rescuing the release, Bianchi maintained a daily update volume of [-]. With the [-] favorites obtained from streaking, he got the first recommendation belonging to Long Aotian five days ago.

Category push.

A [-]-word seedling received a strong recommendation, but it overwhelmed the newly opened people, and the eyes of a small group of people in Maokong also drifted over.

Regarding Long Aotian's young book, Maokong's comments were polarized.One type of comment is refreshing, with high expectations, and a trend of big explosions; the other type of comment is that although the writing is sufficient, it can focus on new memes, and if there are fewer memes, it will quickly decline.

Bianchi also browses Maokong in his spare time, and most of these posts will choose the best to adopt suggestions.

Wen is improving little by little, and the only obstacle standing in the way of completing the task is the braised beef noodles.

Bianchi pondered for a long time, and decided that if the number one book on the new book list in the last few days was braised beef noodles, she would just throw money at it.

The golden alliance of one hundred thousand, abruptly smashed the value of the new book.

Having been famous for many years, most of the copyrights have been sold, and there is no shortage of money in the bank card.

At least there is no shortage of money to spend a few Golden Alliance.

Long Aotian's recommended collection was fixed at [-] five days ago, and after five days of forced classification, the collection has jumped tenfold, and the value of new books has also skyrocketed because of the recommendation votes and comments, and he squeezed in newcomers last night top ten.

Bianchi turned on the calculator and did the math.

There is only a difference of [-] new book value between her and braised beef noodles. :-)

She closed the webpage.

[[Administrator] Spicy Fried Potatoes: [@Have you eaten? ]]

[[Group leader] Have you eaten yet? :coming. 】

[Braised potatoes: I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour]

[French fries: I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour]

【Lemon potatoes: ←】

Bianchi confuses the topic by making jokes, and privately pokes Cheating God.

[Long Aotian: A. 】

【Have you got a meal yet? :good. 】

Having been code friends for half a month, every day is rain or shine, and the two have a tacit understanding.

Skillfully entered the room, skillfully locked the number of words, skillfully... started to code words :-).

BGM will be played when typing in the side pool. Listening to the song coming from the earphones, she hums and tunes. Before typing a few words, she pauses, takes off the earphones, and looks at the window.

The window was blown by the wind and hit back, making a "dong dong——" sound.

The wind howled outside the window, mixed with the sound of rain.

Bianchi: ...

She went back to the room with the computer in her arms, turned on the lights, and closed the doors and windows. Just when she thought that the pre-processing was done and the official task could start, a thunderbolt fell.

Despite the curtains blocking it, the white light was clearly fleeting.

Bianchi: ...

The sound of thunder and wind mixed together, roaring.

Bianchi felt a little tired, turned off the computer, shrank back under the bed, and sent a message to Eat God.

[Long Aotian: I'm sorry, I may have to grumble today]

【Have you got a meal yet? : Nothing, what's the matter? 】

【Long Aotian: It's thundering :-). 】

Li Jun, who was replying to the message, paused, turned on the microphone, and asked, "Bianchi?"

"Huh?" While waiting for God of Eater's reply, Bianchi entered the video APP, looked at the recommended video, and said, "What's wrong?"

Li Junqu glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his home: "It's thundering."

"...I don't know which monk is crossing the catastrophe."

Li Jun asked with a smile: "It doesn't have to be a monk, right? Jiao and python are both possible."

"Can you provide free commentary services with such an understanding?" Bian Chi said, "To be honest, I haven't even read the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

"It's okay, I've seen it, and I'll tell you."

Li Jun immediately began to speak.

She spoke carefully and her voice was pleasant, and Bian Chi kept listening for the next half an hour.

From full of energy to exhaustion of body and mind.

It wasn't until Li Junxuan started to drink water that she saw the needles: "I know so much, I usually do my homework, right? Tell me, what are you doing! Choose one of the writing and painting!"

Li Junxuan: ...

After thinking about it, she said, "Just so, I want to ask you this question too."

"Writer." Bianchi said, "I'm at the finish line, so I won't mention my pen name for now. I'll come back in a few days and ask you to give me my first order."

"...such a coincidence?" Li Junqian laughed and said, "I'm also at the finish line."

Bianchi: (⊙o⊙)!

To be on the safe side, she asked cautiously, "Is it an old author?"

Li Junxuan paused for a moment on this question, and replied: "Newcomer."

It's boring to communicate with people directly using the tuba.

Covering the vest and accompanying her to grow up from a newcomer, and cultivate her hand in hand, isn't it delicious?

"Give me a password." Bianchi said, "What kind of website is Cat's Sky?"

Li Junxuan: ...

The largest online same-sex/friends website in China.

She knew this question, but she just asked in a doubtful voice: "Huh? Isn't Maokong a writer's forum?"

Hearing her surprised tone, Bianchi asked again: "Who is your favorite author?"

Li Junwan wanted to say "braised beef noodles", but he twirled his tongue a few times before changing another answer.

"you."

Bianchi: ...

"Who?"

"you."

Bianchi: ...

Bianchi: ...

Side pool: (w///)

After Li Junqian said that sentence, he also regretted it a little.

Is it too fast?

The two were silent until Bianchi let out a soft "Oh" and changed the subject: "Is this... the first time you write?"

"Ah."

Opening the bow without turning back, and according to what Bianchi said before, Li Junyan calmly judged her current identity as follows:

A newcomer who has not been in the industry for a long time, but has a good grade in the first book and usually scans Maokong.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Li Junqian decided to pretend to be a pure rookie, and said calmly: "Yes, I am the first one."

"When are you going to post it?" Bianchi said, "I recommend it to you."

Li Jun asked with a smile: "Is this... the meaning of PY?"

Bianchi said casually: "If you are willing to lie on the bed obediently and wait for me, PY can."

It was Li Junyan's turn to be the silent one this round.

The two were silent for a long time before Bian Chi said: "Good night."

Li Junxuan looked at the "15:23" time: ...

"Good night." Li Jun said.

Hanging up the phone, Bianchi reflected for a while on the flaws in the conversation just now, reflected on it, and fell asleep.

At this time, Li Junqun was very energetic.

The wind outside the window remained the same, but the thunder gradually stopped.

Without much hesitation, she called Qianfeng.

Qianfeng, who was dealing with the copyright of the author under his command, was startled when he saw Li Junqun's call information.

Something happened again?

After finally getting off work on time for a week, you have to work overtime again?Have to work overtime again? ? ?

He calmed down a little and answered the phone.

Just when I was about to send the previously recorded voice to him——

"Qianfeng, I want to open a new vest."

Don't be sloppy, straight to the point.

...is braised beef noodle style.

However, this request...

Not very face-to-face.

"Open the vest?" Qianfeng said, "Didn't you just release a new book?"

"I asked for leave." Li Junqian said without blushing.

"...Do you know that no matter what you do now, fans will come to the official blog to comment?" Qianfeng said indifferently: "As soon as you update this new book in your hand, fans will reasonably suspect that the end has treated you badly."

Li Junxuan: ...

"Give me a plausible reason."

"I want to chase my wife." Li Junxuan said: "She is also at the finish line, she is a newcomer, I want to accompany her."

Qianfeng: ...

"Are you sure you're right?" Qianfeng said doubtfully, "Are you sure she wasn't talking about luck and girls?"

"I'm sure, she's talking about the end." Li Junxuan said, "Is it weird for women to write male videos?"

Not surprisingly.

Qianfeng said calmly: "It's okay to open a new vest, but it's best to ensure that the new book in hand is updated. If it doesn't work, open a long-term leave form."

"It's only three times, I can handle it. I will find you when I finish writing the beginning, but I hang up.

"

The phone is hung up.

Qianfeng's silent gaze slowly shifted from the computer to the phone.

What did he just hear?

Braised Beef Noodles Day and Night Says...

Only three times?

This contemptuous tone, these provocative words.

In an instant, Qianfeng remembered Li Junxuan's explosive change at the beginning of the month.

Before, I thought it was just her competing with the saved manuscripts, but now I see what it means...

Has the face god really risen?

three days later.

Li Junqun dragged the written beginning into the dialog box.

Qianfeng accepted the document immediately, and raised doubts after reading it.

- Personal style is too strong.

Li Junyan understood what he meant.

The personal style is too strong, and it is easy for the new account to copy the big one.

-fine.

-...

-it is good.

After she said that, Qianfeng didn't say any more.

That night, Li Junqian, who officially published the article, sent a sentence to Bianchi.

-The book is published.

-! ! !

-what is it call?

-I'll vote for you =w=

- quick quick quick let me see let me see

- i think i write poorly

- i write worse

- No, now is not the time to diss each other, hand over the title of the book!

-Share have you eaten?Book "The First Husband-in-Law"

-=w=

Bianchi looked at the title of the book, struggled for a moment, and clicked in.

Li Junqun only released three chapters.

The mental journey of Bianchi probably starts from: