paper idol

"boom!"

On the screen, the muzzle of the gun trembled, and the last opponent fell to the ground, clutching his belly in embarrassment.

The opponent held his stomach and spoke: "Big brother, where did you buy this? It's stronger than me! It's invincible!"

The sound is soft and waxy, and the timbre is quite crisp.Tsk, straight male killer.

But the tone was too pretentious, Qu Lebai was annoyed by listening, so he simply took out a first aid kit from his backpack, and bandaged his opponent.

Eight seconds of healing time passed, and the opponent's blood bar hadn't recovered yet.

Qu Lebai put on the frying pan and swung wildly at the opponent's head.She is not in a good mood now, so she is also very violent when playing games.

The other party was astonished and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Big brother, please forgive me, please forgive me, I will never dare again! I will sing "Little Star" for you—"

【YBC killed mouTVrou】

mouTV, one of the most popular live streaming platforms, seems to be an anchor.

【Rank: 1】

Won.

Not interesting.

Back in the lobby.

The computer froze for half a second, Qu Lebai raced against the clock and was dazed, frowning unconsciously.

The mouse unconsciously clicked on the report page, thinking of No.2's voice and manner felt uncomfortable, and directly entered the other party's ID, but was stumped by the reason column.

What is the reason for the report?

I am in a bad mood?Her voice is bad?

Pausing for a second, Qu Lebai typed: [Yonghang].

My hook is stronger than yours?Then you can hang up too.

Qu Lebai pressed the Enter key hard, as if he was doing something very good.Purifying the game environment is everyone's responsibility, let alone a female anchor who sounds so pretentious.

Her breath was full of heroic pride, and after venting her personal anger, her violent temper dried up quickly like the air released after a balloon was poked, and she didn't even have the confidence to sigh.

What should I do about that matter...

As soon as the thoughts fell here, the phone started beating happily.

Qu Lebai took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and said the first sentence: "Hello? Boss?"

Qu Lebai writes characters as a side job. In his early years, by accident, he was picked up by the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, and signed a contract of prostitution, relying on this to earn some extra money.

The "big guy" is not a real big guy, but Qu Lebai's current editor, Bian Ji.Bian Ji's parents had a clever plan and planned their daughter's career path in advance more than 20 years ago, so they chose this very fitting name.

The popular naming method of nicknames is to overlap the name, or add a "little" in front of the name, neither of which is very pleasant, so Bian Ji gave himself a nickname, called "Big Brother", which sounds different. Rich and crazy, it fits Miss Bian's character design for herself - even if the boss's body is 5% off for [-] meters, she still has to change [-] centimeters.

The boss cut straight to the point, and went straight to the point: "Is the article conceived?"

Before answering the phone, Qu Lebai took a deep breath, let out a little, and said, "The suspenseful tomb robbery I told you before has a clue, and the first draft can be handed in next month."

The natural enemy of the author is the editor in the press state, King Kong is not bad.Flattery, coercion and temptation are all useless unless the manuscript is handed over.

And the manuscript is like the principal hidden in Yu'e Bao, even if there is any, it must be credited first.

Qu Lebai made a concession, but the boss was dissatisfied, and asked: "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about the serialized article, the one that will be put on the Internet."

About a week ago, the boss sent her an email, asking her to prepare an "exciting" serial outline, saying that this time it would be a fresh and exciting one, and that it would be published on the Internet first, and the book number was ready.

Qu Lebai writes slowly and is used to thinking carefully, so he really can't do the job of serializing on the Internet.

"Don't mention the serialization, I'll pay the tomb robber half a month earlier," bargained, "One month in advance, no more!"

"Okay, I will hand in the outline of the serialization next Saturday, and the first draft of the tomb robbery next month. That's it." The boss is stern and selfless, and he hits the snake with a stick: "I won't bother you to write the article, goodbye."

"Hey hey don't—!"

Qu Lebai howled like Alipay was stolen, and finally extended the call time for a few seconds.

"I'm serious, I really can't write it."

The remaining half of the breath contained in his mouth also ran out.

It's broken, that's it.

Qu Le thinks in vain.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds. During these three seconds, the boss's voice seemed to have aged three years.

"Lele, there is no way to compromise on this matter, you know. Writing is just for you, isn't it as easy as eating and drinking? It's different now. After many years, your family members should also look away."

The boss doesn't like his own name, and he doesn't like being called by other people's names.When she called Qu Lebai "Le Le", it meant that the conversation had entered a very serious stage.

"Lower Liba people are neutral words..." Qu Lebai corrected.

Then he was interrupted by the boss: "Network is not a derogatory term."

Who is looking down on the Internet?Qu Lebai only dared to complain in his heart.

"Everyone wants traffic and data. You want bread, and bread is a pie chart drawn on a PPT. The publishing market is not easy to do. To be considerate of me is to be considerate of yourself. Don't be afraid to charge forward, my sister will give you later carry it."

It's just writing an article, it's like going to the battlefield...

But Qu Lebai didn't dare to complain, because she knew that the boss would answer - to live is a battle in itself.

Seeing that Qu Lebai didn't answer for a long time, the boss took a sip of water and said, "I wasn't the editor who signed you back then, and I didn't pass the contract. It doesn't matter. I hope we can walk together hand in hand in the future."

"Hey, hey," Qu Lebai finally couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted, "Be careful when you speak."

"If you don't write this article, there will always be others who are willing. There is no shortage of talent in this world, but there is only one "stroke spring". I hope you can think about it again." Pray, this makes Qu Lebai a little uncomfortable.

The boss is a good editor, and most of the suggestions he puts forward are put in his own shoes, and Qu Lebai understands this.but……

"Serial articles, it's really not good. Can't the manuscript of the tomb robbery be handed in a few days in advance?" Qu Lebai gritted his teeth, as if he had made a very big sacrifice: "Next week! I will give you the tomb robbery next week!"

"Honestly, have you finished writing a long time ago, just waiting to bargain with me?!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Hey, hey!"

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and when the air flowed again, a slight air current brushed against my ears like a sigh.

"These two days...you should think about the outline carefully."

The boss hung up the phone.

Qu Lebai quit the game and opened the document.Looking at each other with the cursor, it flashed thirty times back and forth, and one minute passed.Qu Lebai turned off the computer calmly and climbed onto the bed.

Whatever it is, is there anything in this world that can stop an author from procrastinating? !

Anyway, another manuscript has been written.

After swiping Weibo, I received a notification. I clicked on it, and it was the official Weibo of the publishing company.

I wrote some details, but Qu Lebai couldn't see clearly, only the first line of words was firmly reflected on the retina.

"Congratulations to our contracted author @一次春新文 for landing on @JJ文学城…"

I didn't look closely at the back, probably a few people from Aite had the opportunity to participate in the lottery.

What the hell, I haven't agreed yet.Qu Lebai was upset, and then realized something: the boss called not to try to persuade, but to give an ultimatum.

Thinking of the last few words the boss said, Qu Lebai felt mixed feelings.

Helpless, self-blame, annoyed, stunned, anxious... five kinds of negative emotions are mixed together, before Qu Lebai has time to put them into layers and taste the different sufferings each emotion corresponds to, the roommate breaks down the door and leaves. enter.

"Qu Lebai, you're on TV!"

"what?"

television?

"Ah bah bah, I made a mistake, I made a mistake, try again." The roommate withdrew and closed the door behind him.

He rushed in again.

"Qu Le Bai! You're on Rou Jiang's live broadcast!"

The author has something to say: The prototype of the game "PUBG Mobile Royale" is disabled, and I only watch the host play it. Please bear with me if there are any mistakes or omissions in the details~

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