paper idol

Qu Lebai was very happy, Rou Jiang asked her progress.

Because when the article was revised, it was only 5 minutes before the official publicity launch time.She hurriedly typeset, checked typos, and finally sent it out.

After sending it out, I looked at the time, and it exceeded one second.

However, it can be regarded as barely completing the task.

Qu Lebai's heart lightened, she had never been as relaxed as she is now.After handing over the manuscript, it seemed that everything had nothing to do with her anymore, and she got the freedom as wide as the whole world.

As for quality?That's something I'm afraid of in the process of writing.

As long as the manuscript is successfully submitted under the pressure of the deadline, all these troubles will have nothing to do with her until the next submission.

Qu Lebai went to work happily, and even his colleagues exclaimed, "You look so energetic today, what cosmetics did you use?"

Only then did Qu Lebai realize that he hadn't been truly happy for a long time.

Living like a walking dead every day, even his smile seems restrained.

After finding the real pain, will even the happiness come back?

After discovering this fact, Qu Lebai was very excited throughout the day, and even became more serious in socializing with colleagues.

She wondered if readers would like the work, but was afraid of negative results.I resisted not logging in to the website and Weibo for a day, but I don't know what the reviews are like.

However, what surprised her the most was that the boss hadn't ventilated herself until now.

The boss is very concerned about the progress of the serialized manuscript, and reminds him almost every hour before publication.But after the real post was published, why didn't there be any news?

During the lunch break, I received a call from Fu Qinfeng.

"Hey, sister, are you off work soon?"

"Come on, what's the matter?"

"I... my dormitory is a bit noisy, can I stay with you tonight?" Fu Qinfeng hesitated, as if he was worried about something.

"My roommate should be off work. You can go there first, just be casual, and you're welcome. I'll look for a new house in the next two days. We'll move in when the rent is due."

"..." Fu Qinfeng was silent for a while, and then said: "Then, goodbye."

In the afternoon, Qu Lebai only had the novel's response in his mind.She is unwilling to reveal her pseudonym in the unit, so she is very cautious.How cautious are you?I use a real-time contact tool that is completely different from Yiyichun, and I never read novels in my work unit, let alone write novels.

For Qu Lebai, she is divided.One is Qu Lebai in real life, and the other is Chunchun who has the identity of a writer.It's a pity that the former is indifferent and boring, and the latter is dying.

She made up her mind to open the link to the novel as soon as she got home to see the readers' reactions.

After returning home, the first thing I saw was half a table of dishes in the living room.

Her roommate can't cook, so this dish comes from...

Fu Qinfeng poked his head out from the kitchen and said, "Sister, you're back? I'm bored, so I'll make a meal and it'll be ready soon. You can go wash your hands."

Fu Qinfeng was good at cooking, Qu Le smiled and said, "Thank you."

It should be referring to the fact that I finally posted the article.

Qu Lebai didn't exchange greetings with Fu Qinfeng, and went straight into the room and locked the door.

For some reason, she always felt ashamed about reading the comments, she had to hide it from her roommate, Fu Qinfeng, and everyone except Qu Lebai and Yi Yichun.

The heart was beating thumpingly, as if it beat [-] times in just one second when the page was swiped.

When the page was completely displayed, Qu Lebai's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

【What the hell?It's not as good as the other one at all. 】

[This is the strength of the Great God?Quite average. 】

【Look at the data... I'm afraid the signboard of Yiyichun is going to be smashed...】

[Those who are not good, have you read another article?I think the other one is pretty good, at least not losing points. 】

……

And so on.

Strictly speaking, it's not all bad reviews.But with human eyes like this, bad reviews are always more eye-catching.Qu Lebai was in a very unstable state of mind. The moment he saw the comment, he almost fell straight on the bed and passed out.

Am I really... not as good as before?

In the extreme blow, Qu Lebai managed to notice the phrase "another article", feeling both surprised and suspicious.

Another article... Where is another article?

Uneasy, she clicked into her column, and then found that there was a novel that she had never seen before.

This novel, published under the name of a stroke of spring, published the same number of words, and the time was exactly the second announced by the publishing house.

Click in and take a look, the wind review is much better than the other one I wrote.

Readers compared the two novels, and praised this one very highly. There was also a self-proclaimed brain fan who appraised that "a stroke of spring is not old".

The sword is not old, you ghost!This is not me at all!

Would you rather like others than me!

Qu Lebai's lips trembled, unable to say anything.

At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Sister? Sister! Sister, please open the door, don't read the comments on the Internet, sister!"

About halfway through cooking, he figured out something and came to comfort and dissuade Qu Lebai.

So, has Fu Qinfeng read the comments?Maybe it was because of this that she came to stay overnight?

Regarding the matter of Fu Qinfeng, Qu Lebai only thought about it for a moment, then let it go.

The most important thing at the moment is who puts the second novel in the draft box.

This account password was given to her by the publishing house after she applied, and only she and the relevant staff knew it.As for the related staff, she only wanted a boss.

Could it be the boss?

She quickly took out her mobile phone and called the boss.The call was connected quickly, and the boss's first sentence was: "Don't worry, I'm not in charge of this matter, I'll go and ask for you, don't hang up."

The speech is fast and neat.

Then there was a lot of noise in the receiver, and I could vaguely hear a few words between the boss and other colleagues.

Qu Lebai felt a chill in his heart.

Whether it is answering the phone or responding, the boss does it all in one go.This shows that she knew about it, but she didn't take the initiative to contact her.

It has been almost ten hours since the second the post was posted.During these ten hours, didn't the boss have time to verify what happened?Do you have to wait until you call to communicate?

What if he was too self-conscious to make this phone call?

Fu Qinfeng was still knocking on the door, Qu Lebai's head hurt more and more, he couldn't hold back his temper, grabbed a notebook at hand and smashed it.

It stopped.

Qu Lebai finally figured out what happened.

[If you don't write this article, someone else will.There is never a lack of talent in this world, but there is only one "stroke spring". 】

[This article really can't be delayed, the company's publicity has already been sent out. 】

【You write slowly and you still have to go to work. There is definitely not enough time these few days. Could it be that you have to open the skylight that day? 】

She remembered the first version of the contract she signed, which stipulated that her pen name and all works under her pen name belonged to the publishing house.This also means that if the publishing house is not satisfied with her, they can find someone to replace her at any time without her consent.

This contract is indeed stupid to sign, but a writer is a profession whose basic rights cannot be guaranteed. If you don't sign it, you can't publish it. No matter how the overlord clause is, you can only bite the toothpick.

Besides, she was not deeply involved in the world at that time, and she had full confidence in herself, thinking that someone would never take her pen name away, so she didn't take this matter seriously.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was stabbed by the boss.

If you don’t write this article, someone else will…

There is no shortage of talent in this world, but only one stroke of spring...

That's what it meant.

The publicity has been sent out. In order to prevent skipping tickets, the publishing house must have a plan B—a plan B that abandons itself.

Now that things have happened, Qu Lebai doesn't even resent the boss.I signed the contract with the former editor-in-chief, and losing inspiration is also my own business.The boss has been forcing him to imply that he has done his best.It's just that I didn't hear it.

The readers were unanimous in saying that the gunslinger was well written and that the gunslinger was a lot of money.

I can't protect this pseudonym anymore...

After a long period of mental activity, the boss finally reappeared on the other side of the computer.

"Hey Lele, are you still there? Here's the thing. The publicity side was worried that you would lose the chain, so they found a new person to be the gunner without authorization. I communicated with them, and they said that since you can update on time, the gunner's manuscript will be deducted." Hold on, you can post at your own pace." The boss's voice was very anxious, as if he was worried about Qu Lebai's dissatisfaction, "But I have an idea, you can stuff the finished Tomb Raider into that pit. You don’t have to worry about saving your manuscript if you write it, earning clicks is regarded as accumulating popularity, and it will be easier to publish when the time comes.”

Grave robbery?I actually have to rely on Internet serialization to get a publishing quota?

Qu Lebai pulled out a self-deprecating smile, hung up the phone without saying a word.

The author has something to say: fix the typo.