"Ah?" When Jiang opened the door, she saw Li Yan holding the computer and was immediately surprised, "Are you going to return to the team, team leader?"

"Damn it, it's still going to burn it up." Li Yan lowered his head in pain, "Brother Bao, I realized that what can kill me is not the flames and pain, but gentleness."

"!!!" Jiangbao was overjoyed and grabbed Li Yan's shoulder on the spot. "Team leader! We thought about going together. Can you give this sentence to me? I know how to write this paragraph."

"Take it!" Li Yan waved his arm, "I remember to tell me if you have a good dialogue."

"That's right, let's play it! I've written 3,000 today."

"Damn it, that's 3,000?"

"I won't say it anymore, I will have 30,000 today, and I will make up for yesterday's."

"Okay, then I'll do him ten thousand!"

Li Yan entered the door here.

Jiang Bo suddenly turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

Then, there were continuous explosions.

Although it sounds very unbearable.

but……

Come back.

Emotions, cramped, ignited.

Rhythm, narrative, passion.

Everything is back.

In this familiar atmosphere, Li Yan sat back on the desk again.

He realized that even though he left, Jiangbo was still typing on the coffee table, as if he was waiting for him to come back.

Damn, what is brotherhood?

"Uh... Team leader..." Jiang Bao's struggled voice came, "This breakfast doesn't feel right..."

"Is that... it's so weird, I'll find medicine for you." Li Yan stood up in shame.

"No medicine, bring me a computer." Jiang yelled, "I just have diarrhea. Today's words, I'm counting on the toilet!"

"Fuck..." Li Yan's body was shocked.

After all, it is still the power of the sauce!

...

At noon, when Lin Shanpu came back, before he opened his door, he heard the sound of Li Yan and Jiang next door dancing wildly.

"How many words are you, Team Leader?"

"two thousand……"

"The sound is small, I can't hear it."

"two thousand."

"No energy, start over!"

“…”

"What, didn't you hear it?"

"two thousand!!!"

"Two thousand? I want to be a great god if I write two thousand words in half a day?"

“…Then how many of you are?”

"Ten thousand!"

"...I can sit on the toilet for ten thousand... aren't your legs sore?"

"Hmph, I've long lost consciousness. Is it just your team leader who has this little enlightenment?"

“We write different things.”

"Okay, you have high quality, right? Then, before 12 o'clock tonight, we will exchange today's plot, and we will comment on each other with conscience, regardless of quality, do you dare?"

"What's not to dare?!"

"Okay! (Plop)"

"Damn, just talk, don't squirt."

...

Lin Shanpu sticks it in front of the door, and the more he hears it, the more strange it becomes.

She had no choice but to smile helplessly, pushed the door and went back to her home.

"The stupid dog... is gone, all gone!"

While laughing and scolding, she stuffed her newly purchased white stockings above the knee, short white stockings, suspender white stockings, and trousers white stockings into the wardrobe.

Behind each choice, there is an unpredictable price.

At this time, Li Yan didn't know what he had lost to scribe.

...

When it comes to Fan Qingfeng, every editor has his own attitude.

For Shana, if you provoke this person, the more you blame him, you will get rid of him sooner.

When she looked at Xiaodao and Fan Qingfeng now, she only felt that they were two crazy people.

Some say that the childlike innocence has not yet faded.

But for Kojima, this is an interesting exploration, even if there are no KPIs.

He always wanted to keep a part of his thoughts and not become a slave to achievements and a tool of production.

Some say that the original intention remains unchanged.

Because of this, he had formed the habit of talking on the phone with Fan Qingfeng every night since then.

Fan Qingfeng also liked this very much, and even changed the time of dinner, he must leave it to the island at 7 o'clock in the evening.

Thumb!

The phone rang.

Fan Qingfeng answered in seconds.

"Qingfeng, the beginning of "Spring and Autumn" is very successful, and it has reached 50% of the target score."

"Hmm?" Fan Qingfeng was a little happy, but he said with a tight temper, "Why is this a little bit? Do I have any room for improvement in the plot?"

"The plot is very good, just keep it."

"But some people still reacted to disrespect to the saints, and I have tried my best to lay the groundwork."

"Oh, no problem, no one can make everyone like it."

"Yes." Fan Qingfeng sighed, "but it is still only 50% of the editorial department's requirements..."

Kojima hurriedly comforted: "It's already very good. Pulling it up is not a matter of the plot, you can do your best."

"It's not a matter of the plot, what is that?"

"Oh, Qingfeng, you are already very outstanding, don't squeeze yourself anymore."

"Teacher Kojima, tell me, otherwise I will be angry."

"This..." Kojima said in embarrassment, "In fact, it is your update volume, which is a bit unsatisfactory by the standards of online literature. Of course, this is not your problem. After all, it is such high-quality content, and the evaluation of word count is too rough. The problem is that online literature readers have too much expectations for serialization every day. If the daily update plot is limited, it is often difficult to have the motivation to read it, and they will only collect it first to fatten it."

"No wonder I have such a high collection, but I can't follow the reading standard..."

"You are already very good. If you write more about your body, you will have problems. Listen to my Qingfeng and keep this updated."

"But I read the Wild Dog's books, and the daily update is already marked with 6,000 yuan..." Fan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "How can I be content with the situation?"

"Don't force Qingfeng, which has different quality of books and books."

"You don't have to say much, tomorrow will start, two chapters a day!"

"No, Qingfeng, your age is here..."

"I'm determined to talk about the teenager crazy."

In the hot pot restaurant, Lin Daofu put down the phone with his lips pursed, then leaned over and rummaged into the pot of Guru and started rummaging.

Opposite, Li Gefei's face was solemn and full of contempt.

"You are already PUA, right?" Li Gefei chewed the duck blood hard, "Damn, are you bullying Teacher Fan like this? I can't even see it."

"Don't talk nonsense, Ge Fei." Lin Daofu picked up a piece of spicy beef and took the sesame oil and laughed. "PUA achieved mental control by squeezing the other party's confidence and ignoring behaviors. I was encouraging Qingfeng from beginning to end."

Li Gefei frowned and picked up his phone, looked at Kongkong's QQ and murmured: "So that... since the dog got the sauce, he has ignored me for a long time..."
To be continued...