I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 71 "Seven Days of Hell" Finale
"...Boss, what do you mean?"

Although pen and ink was excited, he didn't answer directly, in case the editor-in-chief had other intentions.

"I am going to recommend you to be the editor-in-chief of that website in the past."

The editor-in-chief looked at the pen and ink like this, smiled and said aloud.

"If there are no accidents, this job should be able to fall on you. There is no one else who is more suitable than you. The grades and qualifications are sufficient, but the management experience may be slightly lacking."

"So you follow me for a few months. Even if you are the deputy editor of our editorial team, you will also participate in some editorial work. I will be lazy and let you get familiar with it first."

Hearing the editor-in-chief's straightforward words, the pen and ink became more excited,
"Thank you boss."

"You don't need to thank me, thank you for the few authors under your command. The editor's grades still depend on the grades of the authors under your command."

"I see, boss."

"Okay, let's go."

Here, the pen and ink are exchanging with the editor-in-chief about the promotion.

the other side,
Ji Zhuo was hiccupping in the restaurant.

……

"... Hiccup."

"Why, are you in a bad mood?"

After taking a sip of happy soda, Ji Zhuo glanced at Yun Qingmu who was sitting across the table,

It happened to be out for dinner, and by the way, Yun Qingmu, a black fan, was called out.

But Yun Qingmu doesn't know.

"...Hey, it's just that the author's book is almost finished."

Yun Qingmu bit her mouth hard, then said with some melancholy,

"This book is updated slowly, and it is short and small."

"...After reading this book, I don't know when the author's new book will be released. You won't let me read your novels, and I don't have any books to read."

"...You know, I live a very boring life. My daily pleasure is watching dramas, reading novels, and occasionally traveling. Now I have one less fun for the time being."

You read all of my novels...it's just that you don't know it.

Inexplicably, Ji Zhuo held the Coke cup and glanced at Yun Qingmu mysteriously, what's the matter with a little psychological advantage.

"...I've read that book you mentioned. You can tell it's a long novel from the genre, and it's definitely not as long as a traditional online article. Can't it be considered short?"

Looking at Yun Qingmu Ji Zhuo wanted to cough twice, so he held back,
But still a little guilty, picked up the Coke and took another sip.

"...That's right. What about you, how is your novel going?"

"...It's okay, it's almost finished."

"...Well, show me sometime...By the way, you are not as broken as that dog author's broken chapters."

"...cough cough... broken chapters..."

……

"Hiccup..."

After dinner, they dispersed.

After drinking too much Coke, Ji Zhuo burped again.

Walking on the street, when the evening wind blows, the whole person is much more awake.

With some comfort, Ji Zhuo walked back to the residence.

the other side.

Yun Qingmu who came out to finish dinner with Ji Zhuo,
Back to the neighborhood by car,

With the evening wind blowing, I can't help but take some brisk steps,

But as we walked, we all opened the door and arrived home.

But she always felt that she had overlooked some information when she had dinner with Ji Zhuo.

what is it then?

"...Yun Qingmu, are you back?"

On the sofa next to her, Yun Xinxin was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up, holding a bag of potato chips, watching TV.

Yun Qingmu glanced at her, then sat back on the sofa, pondering on her own.

"Hey……"

At this time, Yun Xinxin, who was eating potato chips next to her, sighed suddenly while chewing, feeling a little depressed.

"...What's the matter? Are you tired from work? You don't want to mop the floor at night...I can accept you mopping tomorrow."

Yun Qingmu had no choice but to turn her head, asked Yun Xinxin, and said quite seriously.

Yun Xinxin chewed the potato chips, gave Yun Qingmu a look, then sighed and said,
"...Hey...people in the company are saying that the website is about to be acquired by Shiyue Novels, and I am just about to become a full-time employee here, so I encountered such a big change."

"...Oh, just buy it. It's good to be bought by Shiyue Novels. Besides, what does it have to do with you as a trainee editor?"

"...Yun Qingmu, you don't understand, what if I start to read the Internet and become the master of non-mo novels, what should I do if there is a top-to-bottom cleaning? What if I lose my job?"

"...Oh, so the novel website you work on is called Feimo Novels."

"..."

"If you are unemployed, you will be unemployed. If it doesn't work, you can also collect rent."

"...Yun Qingmu! Can you pursue a little bit, just eat and wait to die like this, will you be happy?"

"...I feel like I'm happy."

"..."

"My silly sister... If Shiyue.com takes over and cleans up all the editors. Then why do they buy your website, why don't they just rebuild it?"

"...It seems to be the same. Yun Qingmu, you still have some wisdom."

"If you care about it, you will be in chaos... Besides, we can mop the floor. Our family hasn't mopped the floor for several days."

Yun Xinxin: "..."

"what happened?"

"... a little melancholy."

……

Time sometimes passes in vain when the sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains.

"Crackling..."

There was the sound of typing on the keyboard in the study.

Ji Zhuo was typing in the study again.

Two more days have passed.

In the past two days, Ji Zhuo coded as usual, ate, worked and rested, and took some time to adapt the script for the Pioneer Film and Television animation production team.

The script has been sent out a few more scenes in the past few days, which is almost enough for one episode.

And the finale of the novel "Seven Days of Hell" obviously came a day or two earlier than Ji Zhuo expected.

When the plot of the novel is written to the end stage, all the plots have been thought about in detail in advance.

Everything came naturally, it was written naturally, and it was updated much faster than before.

then,

Today should be the time to finish writing the finale of the novel "Seven Days of Hell".

Sitting at a desk, facing a computer screen,

Ji Zhuo was thinking smoothly, his fingers were flying on the keyboard, as if he was playing a melodious concerto,
Immersed completely in the idea of ​​the plot, filling the blanks on the screen with lines of words.

Except for his fingers, Ji Zhuo's body has not moved much for a long time, and the soreness in his spine and waist after sitting for a long time seems to have been filtered out.

The only thing in my mind is the plot of the finale of this novel.

at last,

The sunlight outside the house through the study window is gradually blocked by tall buildings in the distance.
The sky reflects the afterglow, and the night spreads from other directions,

There are already lights on in the tall buildings in the distance,
The dim light from the notebook in front of Ji Zhuo dispelled the hazy night around him.

"... Crackling!"

"(end of book)"

"call……"

Finally, type the last three words of the next book,

Ji Zhuo let out a long breath, and stopped typing on the keyboard with his fingers.

The whole person's thinking was barely separated from the plot of the finale of the novel,
then……

"hiss……"

I only feel back pain and hand cramps.

The day before, I planned to finish writing "Seven Days of Hell" today.

So today, early in the morning, he climbed out of bed,
Then spend the whole day typing in front of the computer.

Now I just feel a dull pain in the whole head, mixed with some tingling pain,
Rubbing the swollen temples,
Ji Zhuo reluctantly moved his body, which was a little sore and stiff,
Take another long breath,

Touching the mouse again, scrolling through the finale of a large chapter,

Finally checked the typo,
Ji Zhuo cut to the backstage of the writer and sent out this chapter.

Then I wrote a simple and sloppy final testimonial as usual, and sent it out.

"End of this testimonial."

"This book is finished. I don't know when the next book will be released.

use up. "

Look at the end of this testimonial and the finale of the big chapter that was sent out.

Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, only feeling fulfilled.

Then switch back to the writer's background home page,

a refresh,

There are already some comments about the finale.

"...Damn it, it's the finale! Fucked, I'm the first one!"

"...Look and see! Show me everything!"

Apparently the chapter was just released, and some of the comments that came out didn't talk about the plot yet.

Most of the readers who commented just put down a sentence and started to read the novel seriously.

Looking at these comments,

Ji Zhuo couldn't help smiling.

Close the writer background.

Buttoned the computer again, then turned his head, and touched the mobile phone next to him.

Ji Zhuo stood up, raised his head, and thought about it seriously.

"The novel is finished... when it's so exciting... Should I celebrate with a good dinner tonight?"

"...and then arrange some other activities?"

Ji Zhuo thought about it seriously, then nodded heavily.

Well, just do it!

Ji Zhuo picked up his phone and went out.

For the time being, I didn't care about the response after the finale of "Seven Days of Hell" was released.

For an author, when the finale is completed, the creation of this book is also over.

……

"...Huh? Finished the book?"

It was getting dark, and the pen and ink was still working overtime in the editorial department as usual.

But because of the impending promotion that the editor-in-chief mentioned to him two days ago,
Even if he worked overtime, he was very excited, and indeed he was already dealing with some of the editor-in-chief's responsibilities.

At this moment, pen and ink have just finished some work in hand,
Browsing the editing background,

Then I saw the "Seven Days of Hell" written by his author 'Era Coincidence'

released a new chapter with a 'big finale',
He paused.

Immediately afterwards, while thinking about something, he clicked in and looked at it without stopping.

I don't know when this book is finished,
What the author will write in the next book must be beyond his expectations, and then explode beyond his expectations.

Anyway, the author's new book did not meet his expectations at all.

Every time this author's book explodes, the editor can't help but doubt himself.
Then when faced with some works of the same type, he couldn't help but sign a contract and give a recommendation, and the results of other books hitting the street always wake him up.

Then he understood a truth, the reason why this author is popular is because he writes well, the story is good, his head is not clear enough to follow his trend, and he is often cool... Well, except for the recovery of Cthulhu.

I don't know what the author will write next.

Maybe there is a new genre brought up.

never mind,

It's useless to think about it. According to the author's practice of opening a new book at least eight months after finishing a book,
When this author publishes a new book, he may still be at the headquarters of Shiyue.com, or he may be transferred to be the editor-in-chief.
By then, the author will definitely not be under his control anymore.

Let other editors bear the feeling of the author's heart rate plummeting after publishing a new book.

Thinking about it, Bi Mo smiled and shook his head,

Immediately afterwards, the finale chapter opened,
He glanced at the chapter name of this chapter 'Interstellar Civilization (The Finale)'

It should be a happy ending, right?
Condensed thoughts,

Only as a reader who also followed up, the pen and ink watched the finale of this book.

……

"...Huh? Updated? Finale?"

Fancheng, in the noodle restaurant.

Ye Linhan sat at the table by the door, the restaurant in front of him was almost full,
I took out my phone, opened the app, and just refreshed to see that the "Seven Days of Hell" released a new chapter.

Then, I couldn't help feeling a little bit sentimental.

He basically chased down the whole book, and spent more than two months chasing after it.

Now that the book is about to be finished, I still feel a little complicated.

Not only because of novels, but also because there is a missing link in daily life.

"……call."

After taking a long breath, Ye Linhan glanced at the chapter titles again,
"...Looking at the title here, maybe the people in the book friend group guessed wrong, maybe it really has a happy ending."

Smiling, suppressing the melancholy of finishing the novel, Ye Linhan continued to read the text.

And at the same time,
This noodle restaurant is in the back, in the back kitchen,
The owner of the noodle shop extinguished the fire on the stove, moved another stool and sat on it, watching with his mobile phone.

And everywhere,
The different readers of this Seven Days of Hell,
They all clicked on the finale of this novel under different circumstances.

……

The plot of "Seven Days of Hell"

After the plot after it was put on the shelves, there will naturally be continued progress.

The protagonist Xu Hua lay flat on the bed after gradually losing his hearing again.

The cold rice has been placed on the table in the house,

Xu Hua's consciousness was muddled, in a trance, he seemed to have fallen asleep, or he didn't.

I don't know how long it has been,

Xu Hua subconsciously opened his eyes again
But I found... It seemed that sunlight had penetrated through the window, illuminating the room.

It's morning again?
"Ok?"

Xu Hua sensed that there seemed to be some changes in front of his eyes,

Most of the darkness was still hazy in front of his eyes, but he seemed to be able to see some vague outlines of images.

It’s like being in a dark room without moonlight. Although you can’t see anything clearly, you can vaguely see the outlines of some objects.
Am I hallucinating?

Xu Hua groped from the bed and stood up,

He reached out to touch the dark silhouettes before his eyes,
The first time he stretched out his hand, because of the double image of the outline, his hand didn't fully grasp what should be the edge of the table,

But I can feel my fingertips grabbing from the edge of the table,
The fingertips I scratched couldn't help but feel a little hot pain,

But Xu Hua cheered up suddenly, the pain at this moment is what makes people feel so real,
He stretched out his hand again, this time he was extra cautious, stretching out his hand gradually approaching the edge of the dark outline in front of him,

Finally, in his hazy vision, he touched the edge of the table, and he grabbed hold of it.

He turned his head, facing the direction of the window of the house,
After such a long time, he actually saw the sun again,

Although the sun is still so faint in the eyes, although the scene in front of me is so blurred.

But so what!

Everything has turned around!Perhaps human civilization will not be extinct.

"Hahaha……"

Xu Hua laughed, laughing presumptuously,

Laughed out tears.

Even if he couldn't even hear his own laughter,
Even the loss of hearing is far more serious than expected.

turn your head again,

Xu Hua looked outside the door,

do not know when,
There was also a figure standing outside the door,

The outline of the figure is blurred, doubled, submerged in more darkness in sight, and only the figure can be barely seen.

But judging from that person's actions, Xu Hua knew that
The man was also laughing, and he also knew that the turning point had arrived.

The turning point of mankind is coming...

The plot starts here,
Continue to expand downward.

The author again in a brief space,

A rough description of the disaster after all human beings lost their sight and hearing last night.

And after the disaster, when the turning point comes, people are excited.

There are probably three scenes.

From Xu Hua's perspective, he could vaguely see the camp outside the house.

There are also soldiers who seem to be singing loudly, but no one can hear whether their voices are hoarse, whether their singing is out of shape,
The second is the former traffic policeman,

He fell down in the corridor of the residential area last night, and then he didn't think about getting up again, and spent the night in that trance,
Until the sun fell on him in the early morning of the second day.

The third is the worker,

When the morning sun shines into the house,
The worker stopped for a while, and he saw the vague mechanical shadow in front of him,

He just stretched out his hand, put it on the mechanical equipment, and paused for a long time.

And the author uses such a brief space,

After hastily passing these pictures,
The plot is still going on.

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