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Chen Yuan directly punched Shen Xiaoran on the head.

"Woooooooooo..." Holding her head, Shen Xiaoran started crying again.

But again, the mark of the poodle's invisibility still hasn't been printed.

So why is that girl really crying?

.........

After returning to her one-room rental house, thinking about today's events, Yan Xiaoying lay down on the bed, and small pearls began to fall from the corners of her eyes again.

She has had this personality since she was a child, with a very fragile mind and crying at every turn.

What she originally wanted to do today was to fake cry to attract the male protagonist's attention.

But she suddenly thought that she was not ugly, on the contrary, quite good-looking. However, since she was a child, she had never been in love once, and had never been confessed to by a handsome boy...

It will be easier after all when you get to college, right?

But the roommates around me, who are not as good looking as me, are all single.

Only I have no affinity with the opposite sex at all.

Not to mention handsome guys, even ordinary-looking boys did not take the initiative to flirt with her just because she was single...

Such a life led her to fall into a trap because she had no emotional experience when she was preparing to write a romance novel...

"How can we fix it?" Lying on her side on the bed, clenching her fists, Yan Xiaoying hated her pitiful life.

At this moment, the phone lit up and a message came.

So, she sat up, wiped her tears, and quickly calmed down.

Jialan: You're basically throwing it away. The average order is only 200, which is less than one-tenth of your original price. Let's cut it off.

Seeing this news, Yan Xiaoying knew that the editor had sentenced her novel to death.

This result means that I will not get any recommendations in the future. No matter how I write down, there will not be much improvement, let alone making money.

Yan Xiaoying needed money because she moved out of her dormitory and rented a house in a place like Xiahai where land was at a premium.

If I continue writing this book, I will have to use my previous savings...

The previous savings could only sustain me for a few months at most.

If I waste my time on this book instead of starting a new one, then when this book is finished and the next one starts, I will have no source of income before it is put on the shelves, and I will be faced with the situation of 'nothing to make ends meet'.

No matter what, it is a wise move to cut out this book.

For myself, for the editor, for the present, for the future, for reality, for ideals, I should end this story suddenly...

But for those readers who are reading every day, is it fair to let them read a eunuch book that ends abruptly?

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoying couldn't bear it.

So, she replied to the editor seriously.

Sakurako Saki: For the readers who are following me, I want to continue writing!

Jialan: But I took a look and you didn’t read it.

"what?"

Yan Xiaoying was suddenly stunned, and then scratched her cheek with her nails in embarrassment: "Ahaha, that's it."

Jia Lan: There were still more than a hundred people who were following up on it last week, but there are only fifteen left in the past two days. What plot are you writing?

Saki Sakurako: I finished writing a sugar-sprinkling scene, but I seemed to have dropped it when I read it again.

Garland: Spreading sugar? The part about spreading sugar in a romance novel should make it easier to read. How did you write it?

Garland: Forget it, I’ll see for myself.

While Yan Xiaoying waited nervously, Jialan replied.

It's a screenshot from a novel.

When An Muran left the classroom, Zhou Yi stopped her.

An Muran raised her head in surprise and looked at him.

Then, Zhou Yi turned his face to one side, handed her a meal card, and said coldly: "I charged your meal card with 50,000 yuan, you can spend it as you like."

After sending the screenshot, Jialan actually typed, showing the tension of a voice message.

Galan: Top up 50,000 yuan into the meal card. Are you planning to hold a big banquet in the cafeteria?

"..."

Yan Xiaoying also knew that this paragraph was not well written, but when she was in high school, her family conditions were poor, and she only dared to order two vegetarian dishes and a ham sausage for lunch every time.

To her, charging 50,000 yuan to her meal card was really a kind of domineering romance.

Jialan: Your understanding of campus and love is hard to describe in just one sentence.

Jialan: Are you doing the thing that asked you to fall in love?

Yan Xiaoying: Let’s talk about it.

Jialan: OK, let’s accumulate more experience and then open a new book.

Jialan: Maybe it’s better not to transform and just write illogical articles about the boss.

Yan Xiaoying: Why can Mr. Ba be able to write articles without experience?

Garland: Because the audience is people like you who have neither been rich nor been in love.

You curse again!

Yan Xiaoying: Okay, I got it.

Jia Lan: You should just give up the book you are writing sooner, or just write a random ending. There is no point in continuing, and you won’t get any recommendations. Yan Xiaoying: I will try to finish it sooner.

Jialan: If the new book is about to be released, please talk to me.

Yan Xiaoying sent a [highest etiquette in the world] clenched fist emoticon.

After finishing the chat with the editor, she fell into a dilemma.

Click on the one that is being serialized and read the work with only 15 readers.

Although cutting it off was the wisest decision, she still wanted to finish it off.

She has also been a reader, and she knows the feeling of being halfway through a favorite novel when the author suddenly says 'I'm sorry' or 'I'm sorry'.

Although I am not a great author, I will not cut up books irresponsibly!

Thinking this way, she clicked on the author backend, and then saw a red circle 1 next to the monthly ticket.

After clicking in, Oleander voted for the 2-month ticket for "Soft and Cute School Beauty Loves Eating Onions".

There are monthly votes cast by non-robots!

Seeing these two tickets, Yan Xiaoying became more determined to complete the book.

At this time, her book club group "A Big Pie" also received an application to join the group.

The note is oleander.

New fans are here.

So, she clicked Agree.

So, in this book club where she had accumulated three books and a total of 765 friends, a penguin-headed book friend came.

The Chosen Idiot@oleander: Welcome newcomers, women’s photos, men’s hair packages

Sweet potatoes are gods: Shrimp Head Management

Oleander posted a [yellow dog tilts its head] emoticon

Sakura Fist: Welcome~

This group is basically dead, with only a dozen or so people still chatting, and they don't talk about books. They occasionally post links to kings, occasionally drive, and post about girls with big breasts and big butts.

After reading these photos, Yan Xiaoying also learned how to arouse men's interest - try to wear as little as possible, or not wear anything at all.

But if you want to go out by yourself, you must wear clothes.

There is no occasion for attracting the opposite sex through this kind of attire.

Therefore, I still can’t accumulate much experience.

When she was still happy because she had a new book friend, the other person suddenly chatted with her privately.

Oleander: Well written [Flowers]

It’s actually a compliment!

This made Yan Xiaoying extremely excited.

At the same time, there is a sense of caution.

Saki Sakurako: Where did you see it?

Oleander: Go ahead.

"..." Seeing this, Yan Xiaoying suddenly became nervous.

Because my previous writing was indeed pretty good. But there are a lot of poisonous points behind it. If he can't accept it, he might turn from white to black!

Even, send some very fierce negative reviews.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoying was very worried.

What she fears most is being scolded by readers who originally supported her.

She wrote several books and accumulated some readers. Then, she often saw some familiar IDs in the comments section and chapter descriptions, where they either complained or shared their own stories.

Even from one book to another.

But one day, when she was writing a toxic chapter, she saw a familiar ID who often posted this chapter, and left a book abandonment comment saying, "Whatever you want, I'm leaving."

She was hit hard at that time.

I didn't feel relieved all night.

After that, she forced herself not to remember the reader ID.