Work hard to gain experience

Chapter 67 Low-level mistakes
"I……"

After thinking about it, Xia Le'an returned a look of contempt.

After waiting for a while, Suimeng Yiwang didn't respond. Xia Le'an turned on the music software and was about to fall asleep while listening to music. When she was about to fall asleep, the notification sound dispelled Xia Le'an's drowsiness.

Unhappy, I clicked on WeChat, and it was sent by Meng Yiwang again: "Your updates these days are not good, you are too out of shape, after reading it, there is nothing to linger on, and private goods and other fragments There are too many broken thoughts, so it is easy for readers to know?"

"I know."

Xia Le'an rolled her eyes back: "But, if you don't include private goods, it's better to just copy and paste the novel written by someone else, change the name and change the paragraph..."

"The writing is poor, but I have the nerve to make excuses and return the repeated code. The few changes in the past few days were good and interesting. These days are mediocre again. You are out of shape."

"Well, you know, every month, there are always 30 or so days when I don't want to write."

"roll!"

After chatting with Meng Yiwang for a while, Xia Le'an clicked on the writer's backstage, scanned the updates of the past few days, and began to frown slightly: "It seems that there are indeed some problems, but how to fix them? This is already my highest priority. It's up to the standard."

"That's not right... Last time, the basic writing skills were immediately effective. Why is it that the higher the level, the worse it is?"

Xia Le'an thought for a while, and suddenly wanted to yell, "Oh shit, I made a low-level mistake."

When I opened the codeword software, I didn’t want to move at all, and without thinking, I said seriously: “Use advanced writing skills.”

In an instant, the inspiration burst, Wensi felt like a diabetes insipidus, the typing speed soared from 50 to 150 per minute, and his hands became completely invisible afterimages.

An hour later, looking at the new content I just coded, there was a smile on my face, and I skillfully set the timed release.

……

The next day, Xia Le'an was woken up by the phone ringing, and answered the phone drowsily.

"Lazy, what are you doing, haven't you gotten up yet? Did you forget to get up early to catch the train?"

Xia Le'an fell asleep for a moment. He could almost imagine Zhong Qingxue on the other end of the phone wrinkling his nose. He got up as quickly as possible to wash up, get dressed and go downstairs.

Zhong Qingxue was downstairs, holding two steamed buns in her left hand and drinking a bottle of milk in her right hand. Beside her were two suitcases stacked higher than her.

"So much luggage?"

"What do you think? They are all necessary."

Zhong Qingxue handed the steamed stuffed bun to Xia Le'an's hand with some depression: "What are you still doing, hurry up."

Xia Le'an glanced at the steaming steamed stuffed bun in his hand, then stared at the two suitcases on the ground, opened his mouth wide, stuffed the stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed bun in, and pulled the suitcases with both hands.

"Stupid, do you still have to walk? I have called a taxi, just wait here."

Zhong Qingxue suppressed her smile, Xia Le'an hadn't swallowed the bun yet, she stared at Xia Le'an curiously, and asked with her eyes: "Then you said hurry up?"

"I mean, let you eat the buns quickly..."

Zhong Qingxue took a step forward, and patted Xia Le'an's mouth like a bun with both hands: "Eat slowly, don't swallow it in one gulp, it's easy to choke, separate the bun with your tongue, and swallow it slowly bit by bit."

Xia Le'an's throat was like a ball passing through it, beating in a circle, and he finally ate all the buns. Zhong Qingxue handed over another bun, and Xia Le'an quickly shook his head: "No, I'm full."

"Eat less than me..."

Zhong Qingxue glared at Xia Le'an unhappily, opened her mouth and bit down on the steamed stuffed bun. Looking at the expression on her face, she probably mistook the steamed stuffed bun in her hand for Xia Le'an. She bit down extremely hard, which made Xia Le'an feel a little nervous.

"Look at how timid you are. When you are free, I will take you to Taiping... Forget it, it's okay."

Zhong Qingxue squinted her eyes and snickered: "It's good to be timid, but I'm sure you won't dare to do bad things behind my back, hehe!"

Sitting on the bullet train back to City A, Zhong Qingxue took out her mobile phone, clicked on a downloaded movie, and took out the headphone cable that was already in a mess. To Xia Le'an's hand: "Untie it."

"stupid."

Xia Le'an took the earphones, found the end of the thread slowly, and slowly pulled it back in the direction of the winding: "Untie this, you have to be slow, the more urgent you are, the harder it is to untie."

"I know."

Zhong Qingxue stared, pulled up an earphone and put it into Xia Le'an's ear: "Just watch your business quietly, don't talk."

Zhong Qingxue clicked on it, it was a comedy film from some years ago, Xia Le'an had already watched it, and seeing Zhong Qingxue's appearance, she should have seen it too, but she still watched it with great interest, following the plot of the play from time to time laughter.

It doesn't matter if the plot is old or not, as long as it can attract people and make people watch it, is it successful?
Xia Le'an suddenly had this idea, immediately took out her phone, clicked on the background of the writer's assistant, and wrote down this sentence in a chapter called thoughts.

Zhong Qingxue quickly grabbed Xia Le'an's phone, but she didn't move. Instead, she looked at Xia Le'an curiously: "Why aren't you nervous at all?"

"Why am I nervous?"

Xia Le'an was even a little curious, and Zhong Qingxue didn't know what expression to put on: "Shouldn't you be nervous and snatch the phone back, for fear that I might discover the secret inside?"

"What secret can I have?"

Xia Le'an's questioning left Zhong Qingxue completely speechless: "Don't you have any chat records with other young ladies?"

Xia Lean shook her head.

Zhong Qingxue asked again: "Aren't there some pictures and novels that are not suitable for children?"

Xia Lean still shook her head.

Zhong Qingxue didn't believe it: "Don't you have a small video of calling the fifth girl that you have hidden for many years?"

Xia Le'an still shook his head: "No, I watched it all online. Hey... why are you pinching me..."

"I'm happy."

Zhong Qingxue pinched Xia Le'an's waist again: "Can I have a look at this idea?"

"Yes, but you can't say it out, for fear of embarrassment."

This time, Xia Le'an was rather embarrassed. Zhong Qingxue moved the phone to an angle where Xia Le'an could see it, and slowly flipped through the chapter titled by Xia Le'an's idea.

"One ring after another, what does this sentence mean?"

Zhong Qingxue followed this sentence and looked down, but it didn't have anything to do with the context.

Xia Le'an thought for half a second before answering: "It's just some thoughts that I occasionally have. It is used for writing online novels. The plots must be linked one after another, and one wave of ups and downs will rise again, so as to mobilize readers' curiosity and let them read it every day. There is motivation to pursue more.”

Zhong Qingxue pointed to another sentence: "That's it, what about this sentence? Clean up the mess left by the traversers."

"This is the original idea of ​​another novel. It is probably that the traversers have changed the original structure of each world, and then the protagonist has to adjust everything they do back to the correct track..."

As soon as Xia Le'an said this, Zhong Qingxue immediately shook her head: "It's very boring when I hear it. Isn't it just like a programmer, fixing bugs? How can anyone read such a novel idea? No wonder you have been writing for so many years and you are still a Hit the street."

"Cough cough..."

Xia Le'an coughed uncomfortably: "Well, sometimes, there are some things, it's good to know, don't say it, it hurts people, don't you know?"

"Oh."

Zhong Qingxue pointed to another sentence: "A small policeman who catches thieves 365 days a day, but never catches thieves... This idea is quite good."

Xia Le'an is very sure that this sentence must be heard backwards.

(End of this chapter)