I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 169 New Book
"30 per second: Ji Zhuo, come out for an appointment, dinner?"

"Clumsy and uncommon: address?"

"30 per second: hot pot, old place."

"30 per second: By the way, Ji Zhuo, have you started writing your new book yet?"

"Clumsy and uncommon: I suddenly don't want to eat hot pot.

Clumsy and extraordinary: ...It's not that I don't want to eat with you, it's just that I have a bad stomach recently and eat too much hot pot.

30 per second: ...

30 per second: You pretend I didn't ask the last sentence.

Clumsy and Uncommon: Oh... I've already gone downstairs, you should light the pot first.

30 per second:..."

Today, Ji Zhuo wrote about [-] words—in English, there are probably a few thousand words.

I started writing at noon, and it was already getting dark by the time I wrote.

The five internal organs in my stomach began to rebel, and the air conditioner felt a little cold.
I really couldn't bear it anymore, so I ended today's codeword.

When I stopped coding, I realized that my back was sore and my hands were cramping.

After moving his body a few times, Ji Zhuo rubbed his back and stood up, turned off the computer, and picked up the phone.

Picking up the phone, he saw the meal appointment message sent by Yun Qingmu more than ten minutes ago.

……

"...Ji Zhuo, what's the matter, do you want two more fat cows? I treat you, don't be so polite!"

"Hiccup..."

Yun Qingmu said broadly,

Ji Zhuo hiccupped, then raised his head and glanced at Yun Qingmu,
"What do you think I am doing? I don't have any other intentions. It's just that when I sent you a message just now, you didn't reply for a long time. Are you typing?"

"You have finished your previous night tour of Fengdu City, so you should be writing a new book now?"

As Yun Qingmu spoke, her eyes lit up, and she wished that the next sentence would be for Ji Zhuo to show her.

Ji Zhuo raised his head, looked at Yun Qingmu, just kept looking at her,
She was embarrassed until she saw Yun Qingmu.

"Hey... just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ji Zhuo still looked at her.

"Ji Zhuo... when is your new book going to be released?"

"At least half a month away."

This can answer.

Ji Zhuo thought about it, although "The Seven Sins" is not too long,
But he doesn't write very fast, even if the time for coding is full every day,
It will take more than half a month to finish writing and then start writing the novel "Mingxiu Plank Road".

"If it is slow, it will take more than a month."

Ji Zhuo's answer can be said to be very rigorous.

"How long does it take?"

Hey, the author of the dog still can't get used to it.

It takes so long to open a new book.

Ahh!

Yun Qingmu roared impotently in her heart,

But there is nothing to do with Ji Zhuo.

"Um……"

"By the way, Ji Zhuo, what is the subject of your new book? Can you tell me about that?"

Ji Zhuo stopped asking this question.

Now this serious book is written for "Darkness of Chen Cang",
Not for Yun Qingmu and other old readers to see,
What is the subject of the other book...

"Not ready yet……"

"..."

Yun Qingmu was also silent.

"Why don't you give me a suggestion, what subject do you think I can write that will become popular?"

"What subject matter do you write that can become popular..."

Yun Qingmu fell into deep thought, it seemed that the subject matter that should be popular was not suitable for Ji Zhuo.

Anyway, Ji Zhuo didn't seem to have any popular books before that were about popular topics... After Ji Zhuo wrote it, it didn't count as being popular.

"Why don't you... look up the subject matter of novels and choose from them?"

Yun Qingmu said carefully.

"..."

"Well, that's a good idea."

Say it but don't say it.

……

"Zeng Canghai: There is something I have to say.

Zeng Canghai: Today, I watched the dog author's recovery of Cthulhu for the third time.

Canyon Grass: Huh?It's my fourth time...

Xiao Heiwu: Ah, I can understand that you have no novels to read when Author Dog is writing a new book.But why do you want to have trouble with Resuscitating Cthulhu.

Zeng Canghai: Because of the recovery, Cthulhu grows up...

Canyon Grass: +1"

Right now, the readership is buzzing.

The old readers of the dog author are howling in the group.

On the way home after eating with Yun Qingmu, Ji Zhuo also looked at the chat records in the group,
The main purpose is to find out what kind of ideas are written in the book 'Mingxiu Plank Road'.

"I'm a mortal: You can't make a difference and watch something new. I've started to watch "Night Tour in Fengdu City" for the second time. Not to mention, the more I read it, the more I feel that there are still many details to dig out!

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Received an English version of "The Bird in the Cage", has it been published, and the publishing house has not yet replenished the domestic channels. What do you mean, look down on the purchasing power of Chinese readers?
Xiao Heiwu: I mean, is there a possibility that the English version is mainly for overseas markets... Besides, I have already bought a copy.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Impossible, absolutely impossible!By the way, is your book out?

Little Black House: Bring out a hammer.

Professional Purchasing: Professional Purchasing, Overseas Purchasing...

The professional purchasing agent has been kicked out of the chat group by the administrator.

As a professional purchasing agent, I joined the chat group as a joke.

Professional purchasing agent: Damn, I’m just kidding, why did the administrator move so fast, Ma also scared me to death, the group is full of members, I almost couldn’t go home, woo woo woo…”

Looking at the news of these sand sculpture netizens, Ji Zhuo was silent for a while.
I think he still needs to guide the direction of the chat.

"Little trumpet: It's time for the dog author's new book theme quiz again. What do you think the dog author will write about in his next book?
30 per second:..."

The others in the group haven't replied yet, Yun Qingmu did it first because she recognized Ji Zhuo.

Then the replies from other Sand Sculpture readers also came out.

"Zeng Canghai: I don't guess a hammer, I can't guess it anyway.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Guess a hammer +1"

Then... the group began to repeat the reading inexplicably,

Good guy, it's bad, right?

Ji Zhuo put down his phone,

He raised his head and looked forward,

All the way, he has already returned to the residential area.

Under the gazebo in the community, there is still a familiar figure—Little Pangdun.

But today I didn't eat cake, I drank Coke instead.

"Why are you here again?"

"???"

Ji Zhuo asked, Xiao Pangdun was full of question marks.

"I've been here all the time. I've been here every night. Brother, you've only seen it in the past two days."

"Oh……"

"Why didn't you eat cake today?"

"I heard what you said last night, brother, and I weighed myself again when I got home... It turns out that I am already one hundred and fourteen, and I seem to be a little fat."

"So I reluctantly ate the cake."

Ji Zhuo looked at the Coke in the little chubby man's hand and fell silent.

"...By the way, let me ask you something, isn't the author of the dog finished his previous book? What do you think he will write in his new book?"

The word "dog author" became more and more fluent in Ji Zhuo's mouth.

"Then how do I know, I know the dog author again."

Little Fatty stared at Ji Zhuo with wide eyes, and said,
Then paused, drank a Coke, and said,

"However, I hope he can write horror novels this time. Although there are ghosts in "Night Tour in Fengdu City" this time, it is not very scary."

Ji Zhuo glanced at Xiao Pangdun's expectant eyes,
Didn't I cringe from a brief horror story yesterday,
Forgot again today and started getting interested in horror stories?
Could this be the legendary food and play, and fear and love to watch?

But the horror theme seems to be okay,
Probably a popular topic, right?
Perhaps it can be used as one of the candidates for the theme of the new book "Mingxiu Plank Road".

Ji Zhuo thought about it, and continued to move away.

"Brother, won't you sit down for a while today?"

"No more sitting."

Ji Zhuo waved his hand, left, and went back to the house.

(End of this chapter)