Daily life as a puppy

"A bowl of porridge, what's the profit today?"

Gu opened QQ on Monday, and a group profile picture filled with "Is it worth it to update 99 every day?" There have been more than [-] entries.

Gu Zhou took a look, and found that his was a good-for-nothing under the same editor as himself. He was good at writing fantasy upgrades, and he was also the senior who led Gu Zhou into this group. He had always had a good relationship with Gu Zhou.

"Don't mention it, continue to pay 20 yuan per day." Gu Zhou, a small writer from Diandian.com, typed skillfully in the QQ group, "How about you? I remember that Asu has a list this week, right? "

"The list without wap mobile phone bonus is a big lie!" Xiao Baisu replied quickly, "It made me bloody..."

"Haha." Gu Zhou opened the interface of DianDian.com, and sure enough, he only found Xiao Baisu's name in the bottom corner of the webpage. At first glance, it belonged to a street article whose income was too poor to be edited and exiled.

Gu Zhou is a signed writer of Diandian.com. This profession sounds very high-ranking, but the writers of a website are also divided into three, six, and nine grades according to their income. , and finally there is a little transparency like Gu Zhou who can hardly even support himself by relying on income, also called street writers.And their codeword group is full of little transparent people like Gu Zhou who have poor incomes but still refuse to give up codewords.

"A bowl of porridge, are you going to finish today?" In this group, the people who have the best relationship with Gu Zhou are Fei Chai Mo and Xiao Bai Su. Judging by the tone of voice, Xiao Baisu is obviously younger than Huachai Mo, and his speech is more lively, "What kind of subject do you plan to write next?"

Gu Zhou stopped typing, staring blankly at the words dancing in the group. He had already decided to finish his article today, but he no longer planned to write another one.

"It's better not to laugh at the end of the Great God. I heard that he has made millions of dollars just by subscribing to this book, and he will sell comic copyrights, audiobooks and games in the future. Emma is almost making money." Xiao Xiao Bai Su didn't notice Gu Zhou's silence at all, and continued to dance around, "It would be great if I could hug his thigh one day, maybe I can become a little god too."

It’s better not to laugh than to be the highest-ranking god on Diandian’s Chinese website. No matter what themes are in his hands, he seems to be at his fingertips. Far left everyone else on the website behind, but at the same time he is also the most mysterious god, not only never showing his face in online activities, he has never even spoken on Weibo, so Long Kong, the largest discussion website in the code word circle The post that must appear every day is "Squeeze a cucumber, it is better not to smile than to be a peerless ugly man", as a member of the support group of fans who are better than not to laugh, Xiao Baisu scolds the host who opened this kind of post every day , and then angrily went back to the group to complain that those who attack are better than not laughing are pink eyes.

Gu Zhou is also a fan of It’s Better Not to Smile, so although the money he gets every month is enough to eat steamed stuffed buns and instant noodles, but he subscribes to all the novels of Better Not to Smile without hesitation, and even when the income is good When I was in the middle of the day, I was ruthless and blasted a few deep-water torpedoes on Wei Wuxiao, and then happily watched my name appear on Wei Wuxiao's "fan list" for a few minutes, and was overwhelmed by others.

"A bowl of porridge, what's the matter with you?" Probably sensing Gu Zhou's unusual silence, he asked, "Haven't you prepared a new pit yet?"

Gu Zhou hesitated for a moment, and wrote, "I don't plan to make a hole anymore. After today is over, I will go back to my hometown to find a job." It has been more than a year since he graduated, and he has been serializing since his sophomore year. One book, the monthly income plus full attendance is enough for him to rent a single room in the suburbs in Shanghai, and he didn't even save a penny in savings, so Gu Zhou thought about it, and felt that he still didn't have the talent to eat this bowl It is better to go to work early.

As soon as Gu Zhou's words appeared in the group, the other two people stopped talking. In fact, how good are they? It's just that they are still sticking to it out of love. Otherwise, going to work these days is no better than writing Earning a bun a day is a good deal.

"Actually, I won't write any more after I graduate from university next year." After a long while, Xiao Baisu said weakly, "Otherwise I won't be able to get along with this alone."

"I'm fine here. After all, it's a small eighth-tier city. It doesn't cost much to live and eat at home, but now there are more newcomers and more competition..." Feichai Mo has always spoken softly, and it's rare for him to be so depressed , "Maybe next year people in our group will never appear again."

The more Gu Zhou looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He turned off the computer screen with a bang, sat weakly on the computer chair, and closed his eyes, as if he remembered the anxiety when he wrote his first essay in his sophomore year. The ecstasy when compiling the signing information, the nervousness when sending the contract, if possible, he wants to accompany the readers year after year, but nearly four years of hard work can't get back a chance of survival, so it's better to cut off My own reluctance to start a new life from scratch.

After thinking clearly, Gu Zhou straightened up, turned on the computer screen again, uploaded the last chapter he had written long ago to the website, then turned off the computer, and started packing his luggage. His family had already urged him to go home, but he Knowing that as soon as he returns to his own city, he will be forced to find a job, so after graduating from university, he would rather eat cold steamed buns than stay in Shanghai. Financial support, counting on him to go home if he can't survive.

"I paid the rent for one year, and there is still half a year left. I don't know if the landlord is willing to refund the money." After deciding to go home, Gu Zhou realized that there were too many things to solve. The first thing was the rent money, and then everything in the house Things that should be thrown away have to be thrown away, and things that need to be taken away have to be packed and found for express delivery. There are many things.

After squatting on the ground for a while, Gu Zhou felt that his legs were extremely numb, so he hurriedly stood up and wanted to slow down, but he didn't expect to stand up too quickly, hypoglycemia occurred, his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious on the bed.

When he woke up again, Gu Zhou felt that something was wrong. The surroundings were not the scene of his rented house at all, but looked like a dark bridge hole. He tried to stand up, but what he saw after standing for a long time was still wet. The rough ground, and even the stagnant water put his hands... Wait, where are his hands?

Gu Zhou looked at his hands in shock, no, it should be said to be furry paws, this is unscientific!Is he actually a werewolf?So his parents were werewolves too?Gu Zhou, with a big brain, began to think about whether his parents did anything unusual every night of the full moon. Maybe "Twilight" was created based on the story of family?

Gu Zhou, who was immersed in his own imagination, did not realize that his paws were particularly small, nor did he realize that just after he woke up, several black figures that were large enough for him were approaching him from behind.

"Wow, woof! Kid, this is our territory, get out of here!"

When he sensed an unpleasant smell approaching from behind, Gu Zhou suddenly realized that he was surrounded by three big dogs, and their fierce eyes and continuous barking also showed their attitude, "Get out of here ,little things!"

Gu Zhou opened his mouth, but a voice that was completely unfamiliar to him came out, "Wang Jiji, who are you?"

"Haha, boss, this little milk dog is actually asking who we are. This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard this year." The big yellow dog said flatteringly to the black-backed dog in the middle, "Do you want Shall we teach him a lesson?"

The black back in the middle is the leader at first glance. Although the hair on his back is a bit sparse due to years of poor diet, it does not detract from his majesty at all. "Who are you? Why are you on my territory?"

Gu Zhou was taken aback by his question, tried to open his eyes wide, and timidly took a step back, impatient to stay away from these dangerous creatures, "I, I don't know." He didn't know what was going on with him right now.

"Boss, it's probably just a little milk dog abandoned by mother. It's still ignorant and doesn't know anything. Get out." Next to the black back is a black and yellow native dog, which looks gentler. , and even stretched out his paw to help Gu Zhou smooth his hair, "Do you have a name? This is our big brother Hei, I'm Fat Boy, and that one is Rhubarb. This is our territory, you can't come here."

"I, my name is Zhou Zhou." Maybe it was because Fatty's eyes were too gentle, Gu Zhou unconsciously said his nickname, "If I can't stay here, where should I go?"

Fatty glanced at Brother Hei helplessly, and shook his head, "Go wherever you want, but you can't be here." The little milk dog looked like it was still suckling, and he didn't know how long it would live after going out, but even so , and they can't leave it.

"Oh." Gu Zhou, who has been a good boy since he was in school, didn't understand why they couldn't keep him, but the instinct of obedience still made him thump forward, and he didn't seem to remember something until he walked a few steps He stopped, turned his head, and asked pitifully with wet puppy eyes, "Well, may I ask, am I a dog too?"