Xia Zhenyue lowered her head and said in a low voice: "You asked your father to help you, what else can I do"
"Then you don't have to be in the same class." Yu Zhile said indifferently.
"Let's stay together" Xia Zhenyue said anxiously.
"It seems that you still want to be in the same class as me." Yu Zhile said with a smile, and squeezed her little hand.
"I don't."
Girl, it's just duplicity. When he squeezed her little hand, she immediately became limp.
"Is it possible, will it be difficult?"
"It's just the same class. You can apply by yourself. My dad happens to be a professor in the Department of Literature, and he will teach us classes at that time."
When he said this, Xia Zhenyue felt even more exciting.
If she was with him, wouldn't it be that she cheated on the teacher's son, and she became her teacher's daughter-in-law?
This relationship is messy
After talking about choosing a major, Yu Zhile opened Haitang's writer background and taught Xia Zhenyue to upload a new book.
The two have similar personalities, and they don't have too big dreams for the future. Xia Zhenyue also hopes to have a stable job and take care of her family in the future. Probably taking the public examination or being a teacher is the most suitable path for her.
At present, the two are still writing. If they can really make a name for themselves on the road of writing, that would be a great thing.
Not only can you take care of your life, but you can also fulfill your dreams.
"How many words of manuscript do you have now?"
"More than 30,000 words"
"Why did you write so little? Didn't you have 20,000 words before I went back? You only wrote 10,000 words this week?"
"Bad mood."
Xia Zhenyue whispered, so she didn't tell him that it was because he was not there, which made her lose the mood to type.
"Then are you in a good mood now?" She squeezed her little hand slightly.
Many times, Yu Zhile feels unable to control herself, like pinching a child's face, and can't help but pinch her hard, because her hands are really soft.
"It's, it's okay."
Xia Zhenyue let her little hand twist and deform in his big hand, she felt as if she had awakened some extraordinary attribute.
The harder he tried, the happier she felt, that feeling of being unable to escape.
Maybe it was because she was too depressed in the past, and she was also too depressed about her emotions and desires?
In short, with him, Xia Zhenyue felt that she was getting worse and worse, and would often hug and linger with him in her dreams, and she was so proactive that it was outrageous.
Of course, she would never tell him such a shameful thing.
Yu Zhile also turned on the desktop computer, and asked Xia Zhenyue to log in to her codeword software, and synchronized the manuscript.
He quickly flipped through Xia Zhenyue's manuscript.
She has already written the first 30,000 words very well. Whether it is writing style or character design, they are all displayed in the first 30,000 words, which also leaves a sense of expectation.
"Zhile, do you think you can sign the contract?"
"Okay, at your level, even if readers read it, they will only think that you are an old author who has changed his vest."
"Vest?"
"It's just new accounts one after another, they are all old fritters, and they are here to pretend to be new"
"Isn't this you"
"I I am different."
Yu Zhile doesn¡¯t read many romance novels, but as long as they are best-selling books, the nature of their best-selling books is similar. Yu Zhile simply outlined a few points and asked her to slightly modify the newly written content and slow down the rhythm a little. .
"Then wouldn't the rhythm be too slow?"
"No, let me use an analogy. For example, your friend told you a very interesting thing about her and another friend, but you didn't find it interesting. Why did she find it interesting? This is based on the fact that she and her The friendship between friends and the character set created over ten years, so, when the character relationship or the character set is not deep enough, you write something that you think is very interesting, and the audience can¡¯t feel it, just write If you don¡¯t find it interesting, the experience of this content will be compromised.¡±
"Ohit seems so, because I know Xia Yiyu and Yu Zhizhou very well, but everyone is not clear enough."
"Yes, the rhythm can't be too tight all the time. It's fast and slow. When your character is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the audience will naturally feel the same.Is it ok? "
"Well, after the system has passed the review, it will go to the editing background. If the manuscript is approved, the editor will send you a message here."
Originally, Yu Zhile wanted to find an editor to vote internally, but Xia Zhenyue is a newcomer with no historical achievements after all, and there is no difference between internal voting and direct posting. On the contrary, the speed of directly posting reviewed drafts is faster.
Xia Zhenyue was quite excited, refreshing the background over and over again to see if the article had been reviewed.
Next to it is the data table of the work, including the number of favorites, clicks, flowers, etc., and now they are all zero duck eggs.
Seeing her excited expression, Yu Zhile also remembered the scene of her first writing and posting, and really wanted to refresh all day to see if the data had risen and if there were any new comments.
"Zhile, I see that they all have covers, do you need to apply for this?"
""
So I was thinking about this!
But it is true that the cover is definitely refreshing for newcomers. Seeing that your book has an exquisite cover, it really feels like you are writing a book.
Only veteran authors would use Meitu Xiuxiu to type a few ugly words to finish the job. Let¡¯s not talk about the books of cute new authors, but the cover is definitely beautiful.
"You can upload the cover yourself. If you don't have one, the editor will make one for you when you upload it later."
"Can I do it myself?"
"sure."
Xia Zhenyue looked at him expectantly: "Then, can you do it for me"
ps or something, Yu Zhile is good at it.
He looked at her with a smile: "What about the reward?"
"What do you want" Xia Zhenyue looked at him warily.
Yu Zhile pointed to her face: "I allow you to kiss me."
"Never!"
"Then you can kiss other places too."
""
After a while, Xia Zhenyue looked out the door nervously as if stealing food, and then gently took his right hand.
The girl blushed, lowered her head, her hair fell down, sliding over Zhile's skin, feeling a little itchy.
Afterwards, soft lips fell gently on the back of his hand
"Baha¡ª¡ª"
The skin on the back of the hand is moist and slightly cool
With a kiss, Yu Zhile felt that the palm was connected to the arm to the heart.
All restless
(Oh ho ho ho, a well-known beautiful girl writer from the Department of Future Literature released a new book just like this~) </div>