My editor is super fierce

Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Lu Mengmeng didn't have the self-consciousness as a "girlfriend" yet. We have had space for each other for so many years, and Lu Mengmeng never thought that he needed to be strict with Ling Yingjun.

She trusted Ling Yingjun a lot.

As for having dinner with Lolita's editor-in-chief, Hongdou, it was long ago, and Lu Mengmeng never held grudges.

It's just that occasionally when I think back, I glared at Ling Yingjun.

"Is your leg better now? Can I squeeze it for you?" Ling Yingjun held Lu Mengmeng's little hand with one hand, and put the other hand on her leg.

fatty.

A sensual girl is good, I don't know how much better than a skeleton, I really don't know what those people mean when they like thin women.

Lu Mengmeng slapped Ling Yingjun on the back of his hand, "Get away! Itchy!"

Lu Mengmeng rubbed her legs to feel better, "If you are bored, give me a squeeze on your shoulders and back!"

Typing every day, I feel my back is stiff and my shoulders and neck are uncomfortable.

In fact, not only writing books, but playing computer games from school to later will cause various diseases in the shoulder blades and back.

"You still need to exercise. Look at your shoulders. I'm afraid you already have frozen shoulder. You're only 20 years old. What should you do in the future?" Ling Yingjun squeezed Lu Mengmeng's shoulders, not forgetting to talk about her.

Lu Mengmeng was pinched very comfortably, and Ling Yingjun's strength was just right. She didn't listen to a word of Ling Yingjun's words.

After all, she's still young, so she doesn't need it at all!

"Got it." Lu Mengmeng said perfunctorily.

"Don't take my words to heart, don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes, you will always be disobedient." Ling Yingjun sighed, left his shoulders, and tapped her on the head.

"Don't hit me on the head, I'm already stupid." Lu Mengmeng protested dissatisfied.

"From now on, I'll wake you up every morning and let's run together." Ling Yingjun thought for a while and decided.

Busy all day long, it seems that the only time to be free is in the morning. This time is the best time to exercise with Lu Mengmeng.

Lu Mengmeng had a bitter face, she really didn't want to do morning exercises.

"Just get used to it. No matter what you do, you need to get used to it slowly." Ling Yingjun smiled.

After giving Lu Mengmeng a good massage, her shoulders felt a little better.

"What shall we have for dinner?" Lu Mengmeng asked.

Ling Yingjun chuckled, "How do you know how to eat it! My mother made braised pork ribs for you!"

Braised ribs!

Lu Mengmeng felt like her saliva was about to flow down.

"I really want to learn how to cook." Lu Mengmeng held her mobile phone and subconsciously searched for how to make braised pork ribs.

"Don't look it up, just let my mother teach you later." Ling Yingjun took the phone from Lu Mengmeng's hand, "The braised pork ribs made by her old man have the purest taste."

Outsiders can never compare to my mother's cooking skills, after all, this is a kind of mother's taste.

Lu Mengmeng sighed, "I asked her for cooking skills, but she refused to teach me."

Ling Yingjun frowned slightly, and refused to teach her, why?
Lu Mengmeng didn't understand, and neither could Ling Yingjun.

Suddenly, Ling Yingjun's expression turned a little dark, and Lu Mengmeng happened to see it.

"Did you think of something?" Lu Mengmeng asked curiously.

Ling Yingjun waved his hand and forced a smile, "It's nothing!"

He reached out and brushed his hair, barely hiding his embarrassment.

Ling's mother taught him to cook since he was a child, and he also has good cooking skills. Hearing what Lu Mengmeng said now, is this the rhythm of planning to let him cook for the rest of his life in the future?
Oh my, is there such a mother?
Suddenly I feel miserable.

Lu Mengmeng was holding a water glass to drink water, and when she put down the glass, she saw Ling Yingjun still scratching her hair, "I heard that there is an essay contest recently, do you want me to participate?"

Ling Yingjun snorted, "You mean the first session of the Girls' Network Golden Pen Dianfeng? You can participate! Anyway, the time you open the book is within the time for the essay call."

"Is there any chance of winning?" Lu Mengmeng blinked, "Or, I can only be a denominator?"

"Is there anything wrong with being a denominator?" Ling Yingjun showed a very standard smile, and his answer was very official, "This matter still needs to be decided by the editor responsible for the review."

Lu Mengmeng wrinkled her nose, "Brother handsome, you will be beaten by me for saying that!"

Ling Yingjun shrugged, "That can't be helped, this matter is out of our control."

Ling Yingjun couldn't talk to Lu Mengmeng about this intricate relationship, and Ling Yingjun didn't want to know too much about it, so the topic ended.

"Give me back my phone." Lu Mengmeng asked Ling Yingjun for her phone back, "I'll check the group."

I used Ling Yingjun's account to talk in the group before, but I don't know the follow-up development yet.

She Xiaodong: "I seem to be named by the editor, will I die!"

Ying Yue: "Maybe, but having said that, the editor should rest today, why did he suddenly go online with you and ask you to type?"

She Xiaodong: "I don't know, I'm still trembling at this moment."

Fang Ying: "Could it be that Ling Jiao was reading your book, and then couldn't help but remind you?"

Xiao Yuer: "Wow, the editor reminded me to update online, She Xiaodong, you are going to be popular!"

Seeing this, Lu Mengmeng kept giggling.

"You also said that you didn't fool She Xiaodong, look, what is it like in the group?" Ling Yingjun said helplessly, "Your best friend is good at everything, but writing a book is too bad, I can't wait to put any gorgeous vocabulary on her in the text."

Such a text is particularly talented, but it is easy to cause poor storytelling, dyslexia and so on.

Lu Mengmeng pondered, "Could it be that the writing is good enough?"

"A good writing style lies in expressing what you want to express clearly in a few words, instead of just listing the words you have learned." Ling Yingjun shook his head, "Of course, if the list is just right, it is also excellent."

It just happens that this is just right, and it stumps most people.

In addition, there is another situation, if your grades are good, you will be said to have good writing skills, and if your grades are not good, it will be said that you are showing off your literary talent and making a list of gorgeous words.

This is the status quo of contemporary network literature.

Of course, this is also the benevolent see benevolence and the wise see wisdom.

Ling Yingjun and Lu Mengmeng talked a lot about the taboos of writing online articles, and Lu Mengmeng just listened to them. She still didn't understand these things very well.

"Then have you ever thought about writing a novel?" Lu Mengmeng asked a question that had been in her heart for a long time.

Ling Yingjun shook his head, "I don't have that talent. It's okay to read books, but not to write books."

Writing a book is not something that can be written just by being able to read and write. How to design the plot, how to describe it, and various narrative techniques must be used with ease.

"Then, do other editors write books?" Lu Mengmeng continued to ask.

Ling Yingjun thought for a while, and finally shook his head, "I'm not quite sure about this."

(End of this chapter)