Please God out of the pit gl

"Good night, Yi Ren."

Lin Yiren was tossing and turning on her little bed, the penguin doll she held in her hand had been crushed into a cake shape by her, but she didn't care.The small clock beside the bed was ticking, and then the room was dimly lit, Lin Yiren squinted her eyes and watched the hour hand point to a point.

Eyes, lips, hat, voice... Lin Yiren kept flashing these scenes in her mind. She leaned the penguin's mouth against her neck and buried her head in the penguin's body.

It's been half a year, and I haven't thought of that person again for half a year, why did I suddenly think of him again?

Bastard Lin Yiren!

Lin Yiren said to herself, then she got up and looked at the clock face, it was already one o'clock in the morning.Then she vaguely remembered that tomorrow is Saturday, so she should not be at work.

"I'm so confused..." Lin Yiren thought embarrassingly.

Unable to fall asleep, Lin Yiren simply got up, put on his clothes and turned on the computer.She suddenly remembered what she had planned to do tonight.

Just before Tang Xiaomeng suddenly appeared, Lin Yiren had just finished reading the updated chapters, and was very depressed about the great god Zhuang Shengxiaomeng who was attending the author conference in Beijing but was still slowly updating.

Undoubtedly, Lin Yiren liked that article, but Zhuang Sheng's update speed was so slow that it was unbearable.For this reason, Lin Yiren went to check Jinjiang's regulations, and found that as long as the author does not update the chapter v for more than three months, readers can file a complaint with Jinjiang.

It's not that Lin Yiren is short of the money, she just thinks that as a professional writer, it's too shameful not to update v articles for several months.Especially for a great god like Zhuang Sheng, so many people are waiting to be fed, are you embarrassed?

I don't know why Zhuang Sheng has to change every three months, is it also because of that regulation?

Lin Yiren suddenly thought of it.

Zhuang Sheng, she...wouldn't be picky like that...

Lin Yiren was still holding the penguin doll in her arms, perhaps disturbed by her nightmare, the penguin doll is still in a flat shape and has never recovered.Lin Yiren's heart may or may not be restored, but she is not someone who can't help but be immersed in memories, at least for her, the future is much more important than the people lost in the past.

[Reading] - [I want to be an author] - [I have read and accepted the Jinjiang Rights Statement and Registration Agreement, Register]

Lin Yiren's mouse clicked rapidly on the screen. She had been thinking about this "revenge plan" for a long time.

Since there is no way to get news about Zhuang Sheng from the perspective of readers, she must find a way to become an author.If you can sign with Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng under the same editor, then there will definitely be many opportunities to meet each other in the future.The author's meeting will be amazing, and maybe there is a chance to participate.As long as she can catch Zhuang Sheng once, Lin Yiren will not let her slip away again. She will ask Zhuang Sheng for his phone number, q, q... and then she can...

Hey, of course it's pushing her down

then……

press torment her

(^o^)/~

When choosing a pseudonym, Lin Yiren encountered an unprecedented problem.Naturally, the pen name should be high-end and elegant, but it seems that it is not popular if it is too literary and fresh.

A pseudonym that is luxurious, low-key and connotative seems to be a good choice, for example...

Butterfly dancing o(n_n)o

Lin Yiren didn't know why she thought of such a stupid and vulgar name at the first time, and then she looked at her screen and analyzed carefully:

Butterfly dancing, the meaning of butterfly dancing lightly, is very artistic.Butterfly Dance...Butterfly...Fantastic Butterfly...

Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies...

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Three black lines rose from Lin Yiren's head, and immediately erased the pseudonym on the screen.

What a butterfly dance, I don't want to be thought to have anything to do with Zhuang Sheng!I am me, Lin Yiren, by the way, I use my surname as a pseudonym, called "Shuangmu", which sounds nice and easy to remember.

Now that I have a pseudonym, other things will come naturally. Open Word, click on the font, and select bold, size four.Without even thinking about it, Lin Yiren raised her hand and slapped: "Chapter 1, author: Shuangmu".

Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is considered a professional writer, at least judging by her income, she should be able to support herself.As a newcomer who has just debuted, Lin Yiren really doesn't understand anything, let alone support himself, he can't even think of anything to write.Now that I have a pseudonym, I should naturally write something.Facing the blank document, Lin Yiren thought hard for a long time and still had no clue.

However, it was clear that the neighbor next door was not sleeping at this time either.

Although Lin Yiren didn't pay attention to it deliberately, the dim light came from the next room and cast it on the floor.

It's so late, why hasn't she slept yet?

Speaking of which, she is a freelancer, and artists and the like are probably like this day and night.

For example, I...

Lin Yiren coughed, and then remembered Tang Xiaomeng's face.

Her eyes were brown and narrow, with thick lashes that looked like eyeliner.

I heard from the landlord a long time ago that the newcomer is a bit strange.From Lin Yiren's point of view, Tang Xiaomeng is not only a monster, she is also full of mystery.

What was in that box?

Why did she move in the middle of the night?

Why is she so silent, as if Lin Yiren did something wrong to provoke her.

And...she...looks like a person.

Lin Yiren's heart was full of doubts and memories, Tang Xiaomeng's personality was too much like her from before.She also likes to wear the big red baseball cap marked "90s", and she is also silent like this.

There was a time when she would be with Lin Yiren every day, saying to Lin Yiren softly: "Good night, Yiren."

Lin Yiren's heart was entangled, and she threw the penguin in her arms aside.

Facing the computer screen expressionlessly, Lin Yiren started typing.

The inner world is diametrically opposed to the article written by Lin Yiren. On Lin Yiren's computer screen, a joyful article appeared. The protagonist of the article rented together with someone who also wore a ball cap and looked cold.

After thinking about it, Lin Yiren still added a messy ponytail to her.

In this way, the protagonist in the article looks more like Tang Xiaomeng.

Lin Yiren's head has been entangled between the former person and Tang Xiaomeng, but the stories he writes become more and more joyful.

When it was nearly four o'clock, Lin Yiren finally finished a chapter.This short chapter of [-] words took her a full three hours.

The speculation about Tang Xiaomeng, the new neighbor, made Lin Yiren a short story in his mind.

The story, with blood, naturally

- also meat

If the new neighbors were allowed to see the fragments of Lin Yiren's thoughts, maybe Tang Xiaomeng's face would freeze to ice.

Maybe... Lin Yiren will be stuffed into the refrigerator by Tang Xiaomeng and frozen into ice.

In short... It seems a very unethical thing to use a new neighbor as the protagonist of a YY article.

What's even more insincere is that the little Gongjun in the article is Lin Yiren himself.

Cough cough, in short, it is better to encrypt such a shameful document just in case.

If Tang Xiaomeng had a spirit in the sky, she would be destroyed.

No, even if there is a soul in the sky, it is too late.

From last night when she saw Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng's photo until now, she has not closed her eyes for almost a moment. What is surprising is that she is not sleepy at all surrounded by adrenaline.

I don't know if she was cheered up by her joy, but Lin Yiren didn't feel so sad anymore, she turned around and hugged the penguin again.

Looking at the last piece of minced meat, Lin Yiren clicked [Publish New Chapter].

Originally, she wanted to sleep after posting the text, but Lin Yiren couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and kept staring at the laptop.

As a new writer in Jinjiang, Lin Yiren suffers from a common disease that all Jinjiang writers may suffer from—it is called "unhappy syndrome of not using the backstage".

The most obvious symptom is that every time you post an article, you want someone to leave a comment.

Of course, it was four o'clock in the morning, not to mention Lin Yiren's small vacuum, even if a great master wrote a post, there might not be anyone who would read it.

However, this brushing of the backstage brought Lin Yiren an unexpected surprise.

There was an extra text message on the site in the background, and the text message read:

"Hello, your favorite author: Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng's work has been customized by the author. You can click the link to buy the book. Thank you for your support to the author Zhuang Shengxiaomeng and Jinjiang!"

puff……

Although Lin Yiren didn't drink water from her mouth, she still sprayed it.

Everyone on the earth knows that Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng has a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she will clean up all the articles written by her author in the backstage over and over again. According to someone's own words, "I don't like the rows of dead trees in the backstage".

So... all the pits were changed to long comments and thrown at the bottom of the column, disguised as comments.

So... There are more than a dozen ten thousand years pits, but they are organized into three clean texts.

Those big trees and small grasses in Jinjiang were originally intended to urge the author not to abandon the pit, but they were used by Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng for fun.

Really perverted.

Lin Yiren has always "followed" Zhuang Sheng, so she naturally remembers the three essays left behind.

One is Zhuang Sheng's famous work, and the last article is only a few hundred words long, and it was locked, but for some reason it was not disguised in the long review.

Now Lin Yiren finally understood why that article was not discarded. It turned out that Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng still wanted to print that article into custom printing?

Can tiankeng also publish books?

Feeling extremely envious, jealous and plotting against others, Lin Yiren clicked on that link and entered the Jinjiang purchase interface.

The clean green j□j surface has the book cover, information, and the number of "collected" copies in the middle.

"Ten copies have been collected, the author has closed the custom printing, and the factory has started to customize."

Jinjiang's interface displayed.

As a small vacuum, it is normal to be a little envious of the data of the great master who often has thousands of data.

But even if it is a great master, if he sends out customized printing at [-] o'clock in the morning, and immediately gathers ten people to buy it, the printed article is still a pit, this... this... this is not right, right?

Naturally, Lin Yiren has never been a great god, so he doesn't know what kind of data the great god can make.

But this, why are so many people willing to pay for it?

The price is really pit!It actually costs 40 yuan!No courier!