Terror System
Conveniences

After finding out about Dong Jie's situation from Xia Hongyuan, Xia Feng's previous petty hatred towards Dong Jie was greatly reduced. I feel like there are "sister girls" in the house who can go up the hall and down into the kitchen, and can beat the robbers and scare the bastards. In fact, the theory is pretty good.

Dong Jie's party had to provide the key and purchase some necessities, so Xia Feng felt that the other party would not return this quickly.

Today, because of Dong Jie's unexpected guest, she couldn't bear to go to the gym, so she turned on the computer and started reading about her new book.

In the past two weeks, according to a strong update volume of 30,000 words per day, he has uploaded a total of more than 400,000 words. Currently, the volume of his collection is not bad, but his clicks and recommendations are relatively common, and he is in last place in the list of newly classified books.

As for the ones in front of him, most were new books by old writers.

Glancing at the comment field below, although the fan comments are not many, the number is more than 200.

Some gave advice, some were experienced in irrigation, and of course, all sorts of advertisements, as well as all sorts of lower-class blacks who stood at subjective highs.

When Xia Feng first started writing the book, he still cared about the book reviews, and since others praised him, he would have a fighting spirit as if he had been beaten up. He would be slow because someone reprimanded him.

But after writing a few books, he was completely numb to the various book reviews.

For in the eyes of a thousand there are a thousand hamlets. As a writer, there's no way you're asking for this, writing this today, asking for it, and writing it tomorrow.

People who think it's right will always see it, and people who think it's bad will leave, or feed you before leaving.

There are only a few results.

But what made Xia Feng a little happy was that he saw some readers asking the book QQ group again.

It can be seen that his new book has had a bit of a fan effect.

It was just that he had no plans yet to open the QQ group, thinking of waiting for him.

Just when Xia Feng closed the website and was about to write some more manuscripts, the editor in charge suddenly spoke to him in QQ.

"Prepare to prepare, comfort will be on the shelves on Monday."

Frankly, it means there are no good recommendations, and it is quietly put on the shelf. Generally, to allow newcomers to have income, so they are allowed to open VIP chapters.

Xia Feng naturally knew what it meant to be entertained, but his book was clearly good in terms of results. After all, spirituality is mainstream here, so there's not too much to recommend it on the veranda.

"The editor in charge, I'm very confident with this book, and I have a lot of manuscripts, and I'll update them sooner once I put them on the shelf. Can you see if you can set the Home boost for me?

My book collection is okay. "

Xia Feng sent it out nervously, but the other party replied very briefly.

"The recommendation position on the homepage is very tight."

Although the editor in charge did not say it directly, but this seemingly subtle statement actually rejected it.

Xia Feng was very unhappy in his heart, as he was quite confident with his book, as long as the website could give him similar recommendations, he believed that this book would emerge from a vast sea of books.

But it looks like the site won't give him this opportunity.

However, he can also understand that there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of authors on the website, and there are only a few recommended places, of course given to writers who can produce results.

After all, the goal of running a new website is to make money. As for the noble spirit of Hongxing Culture, it was only a matter of course.

So writing a book is the same as making a sale, all based on performance.

Without merit, there is no right to speak, let alone the right to demand.

Xia Feng felt displeased in his heart, but after all, he was a long-time player in the industry, so he quickly calmed down.

It was gold that always shone, he did not believe that he was updating so quickly every day, and its quality and quantity were guaranteed, so that no reader could find it.

Dong Jie did not return with much until it was almost dark.

Xia Feng had just finished typing the words at that time, and was about to search for new resources on the Internet to watch and watch, when Dong Jie returned.

Seeing Dong Jie put down the items she was holding without any effort, Xia Feng did not want to go help, but thinking of what happened to her, he felt sympathy in his heart, she felt sympathy, so he left the chair and walked over quickly.

"I'll help you put it in."

Dong Jie saw Xia Feng carrying his blanket and walking into the bedroom with the other two large bags. Dong Jie's cold face couldn't help but melt slightly, but she didn't say anything and followed Xia Feng with her belongings.

"But I don't have a lot of clothes, and there's more than half the empty space, which should be enough for you. "

After putting down Dong Jie's belongings, Xia Feng pointed to the large cupboard in a strong corner and said.

"I understand."

Dong Jie nodded expressionlessly, without showing the slightest gratitude. Just when Xia Feng was pouting and about to come out, Dong Jie suddenly asked:

"If you don't go out at night, I'll cook now."

"do what?"

Hearing that Dong Jie was going to cook for her, Xia Feng turned his head and asked curiously.

"I just bought eggs and persimmons."

"Sniffles with eggs?"

"Ms."

"Okay, I still prefer this dish."

Xia Feng was actually not a picky eater, of course as long as he was not allowed to eat radishes. Like white radish, green radish, carrots, as long as the radish, he does not like to eat them.

Dong Jie started to get busy packing things, Xia Feng then came out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa for a while, then pulled out his phone and called Wang Wanru.

"What are you doing, beauty queen?"

"none. I just finished a set of self-study exam papers for next semester, and I'm resting in bed."

Wang Wanru's voice was still sweet and pleasant, and Xia Feng could feel that he was in a good mood today.

"Watch a self-study exam for next semester? Incredible, a scholar."

"I don't have a good brain, so I can only fly first. What have you been doing lately?"

Wang Wanru took the initiative to care for Xia Feng.

"You may not believe me when I say it. I just wrote a novel."

"Writing novels? I remember your composition never scored 10 points. You lied to me again."

Wang Wanru had absolutely no confidence in Xia Feng's writing, Xia Feng was a little speechless after hearing this, but he did not emphasize it anymore. At this moment, I heard Wang Wanru say again.

"Good, tomorrow we finally go to school. Holidays are boring. By the way, Xia Feng, have you finished all your summer homework?"

"School starts tomorrow? Uh.. and what is summer PR..."

Xia Feng always thought that there was still a few days before school started, but he did not expect to go to school tomorrow. As for the summer homework, she carefully flipped through the memories of her body, but it was nothing at all, it turned out that Xia Feng did not even listen to her.

"Okay, I know you can't do your homework. But don't worry, I haven't had a job lately, so I made it for you. I'll give it to you when I go to school tomorrow."

Hearing Wang Wanru say that he had done the homework for himself, Xia Feng could not help feeling a hint of warmth in his heart, although he didn't think there was anything wrong with not doing summer homework, it was mainly Wang Wanru's intention.

"It looks like I'm going broke again recently."

"Why did you say it?"

"You've helped me a lot, I have to treat me no matter what."

"I think what you're saying really makes sense."

The two chatted briefly over the phone, and Xia Feng hung up the phone in a good mood. He wanted to pick up Wang Wanru to go to school tomorrow morning, but Wang Wanru was afraid that they would be misunderstood by their classmates when they went to school together.

After all, one of them was a top student that the teacher liked, and the other was a poor student who did not know how to learn. If teachers knew that they were very close, ideological education for Wang Wanru would definitely become indispensable.

Waiting for him to finish the phone call, Dong Jie's side had already been cleaned up. The door closed for a while and then opened again. Then, Dong Jie changed into a fitting pajama and walked out from inside expressionlessly . .

Without looking at him, he went straight to the kitchen.