The new semester is calm. Except for seven or eight students who went to the liberal arts class and seven or eight students who made up for it, everything is no different.

Listen carefully and go to the toilet together, the rhythm of going to the toilet is back.

Although the time spent typing has decreased, the feeling has also been enriched.

In other words, in addition to having more things to do with typing, it is easier to get out of the paranoid vortex.

But the vortex is still there.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

It's time to play with your phone secretly again.

When most people rushed to the cafeteria, Li Yan and Wang Ximu took out their cell phones almost at the same time.

The Leftover Brothers and Wang Ximu lived in the classroom, and the atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

"Is it a new book? Let me take a look." Liu Jianbiao came over.

"Get out and play for yourself." Li Yan turned his head.

"I'll just see!"

"Go roll!"

"Oh? Such a tough guy? I like you to resist."

"Damn it's boring..."

Looking at the two of them fighting together, Wang Ximu snorted lightly.

"You'd better give him some space, he's very fragile now."

"Hmm?" Liu Jianbiao temporarily pressed Li Yan under him, "Because of the eunuch's affairs?"

"Yes, if the eunuch's new book is poorly evaluated, confidence may collapse directly."

"Not hindrance!" Li Yan raised his arm, "I have 100,000 manuscripts left. Even if the evaluation is not good, I can survive for two days."

"Haha, it turns out that you are ready to get out of touch." Wang Ximu then put away his cell phone and stood up, "Go to practice boxing."

"Still practicing?"

"It's just to find a reason to give you space to play." Wang Ximu shook her head and walked out, "It's the first time I've seen such a low emotional intelligence..."

“…”

After Wang Ximu left, Li Yan turned on his cell phone and pondered.

"It's really a gradual brutal, let me see it myself."

"Then... I'll go see Wang Ximu practice boxing." Liu Jianbiao had no choice but to get up and approach the windowsill, "Remember to call me when you're eating."

"Thanks."

Li Yan then took a breath and clicked to set sail.

Click "Three Hundred Years of High School" from the bookshelf, and then click on the Wild Dog.

With a stroke of the screen, a new book appeared.

It was successfully published at around 9 a.m.

Click in again.

There have been dozens of comments.

"Hu..." Li Yan rubbed his face hard and clicked to read.

【The new book is good!】

【See what I found!】

【This book is so strange…】

[Chapter 30: Must be eunuch, I am the prophet.]

【It's not as good as the above.】

[I think this subject is going to be defeated.]

【…】

Silent, blank, sinking.

The brain was vacuumed.

Stuffed into the seabed.

Li Yan still swept down mechanically.

[System text, don't read it anymore, remember to call me in the next book.]

【I feel like I see the next person entering the palace.】

【I always feel that the first two books attract me.】

[Opening, old trading, 50,000 must be cut.]

【…】

In a few minutes, like ink, it dyes everything black.

When I was talking to the eunuch, it seemed like a group of people had changed.

Li Yan repeatedly clicked on the information about the negative review IDs.

Maybe it was because I offended someone, maybe someone wanted to mess with me, it should be a group of small entries...

Not.

They are all normal readers, and there are many genuine readers of "The Evil Young Master of Drawing the Flag".

Why?

Li Yan held the phone tremblingly.

He was scolded for dead eunuchs hundreds or thousands of times, and he could accept them calmly.

But now, he feels that these people are so vicious and vicious.

Of course this is not their original intention, they are just expressing their opinions normally.

But now every word is the most ruthless knife, cutting the flesh of a wild dog.

I can't cut 50,000 words... I've written 100,000 words...

Must be more than 30 chapters...

Too much.

Li Yan covered his heart and fell into suffocation.

Will it be very bad again...

"Three Hundred Years of High School"...Is there another thing to do?

Of course, we can't make a conclusion so early.

Everything should be based on the first recommendation effect.

But I'm so scared.

Such overwhelming negative reviews... This is the first time in life.

Even if you have a good review, you can lie to me.

No.

"Hey, hey..." A hand suddenly grabbed it, "You're going to die!"

Li Yan turned around and looked like he was about to cry.

Liu Jianbiao panicked: "It's really...it's really so fragile?"

"A Biao." Li Yan shook his head tremblingly, "I might be finished."

"Fuck it." Liu Jianbiao snatched his phone and saw it, "Only two chapters, are you sick!"

"I have never seen so many bad reviews, and no matter how bad the books are, there will be so many, and they are all genuine readers. I read my books before."

"Then you are also fucking crazy." Liu Jianbiao turned off his cell phone and slapped the table. "I don't know what happened during the holiday, but your behavior, plus what Wang Ximu said, is almost enough to judge."

After saying that, he pinched Li Yan's shoulder with both hands.

"It's probably because I tried my best to play the competition. After testing it many times, the teacher said that you don't have a chance to make trouble."

“It’s not too much.”

"It was just the last winter vacation. I didn't listen to advice and asked Teacher Yu to compete. She tested me for a long time and gave me this result... I didn't get up for three days." Liu Jianbiao said with a calm face, "I think it's scary now... It seems that I put my heart in a pressure cooker and cook it slowly..."

"You...will be like that?"

"Yes, people's hearts are full of flesh." Liu Jianbiao glared at Li Yan and said, "I feel like a fool. No matter how hard I try, I can't get close to my goal. I feel like a tsunami-like despair."
To be continued...