Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 33 I Will

After seven or eight hours of rough pouring during the day, the sun began to lose its strength and gradually calmed down.

And the happy weekend is coming as scheduled today.

During rush hour, Wang Zihao pretended to be a normal office worker in the eyes of his parents. On the way back to Hexi’s house, whether he looked at the passengers on the bus or the people in the subway, he felt very kind .

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and there are always girls who look like their hearts are opened under his warm and sunny smile, bow their heads, and their faces are slightly red.

Their hearts are crying, come in, come in, I will.

Unfortunately, when they raised their heads, Wang Zihao had already left.

So annoying, why don't you take the initiative?
Maybe, if you take the initiative, there will be a story.

Wang Zihao, who didn't know that he became the scenery in the eyes of others, climbed out of the subway station with his bag and shopping bags on his back, and walked leisurely on the way back to Jinhu Mansion.

When he was still in the subway, he received a message from the backstage station that "Shading the Sky" had successfully advanced, and there would be recommendations next week.

A happy event, a bright future is piled up by these happy events one by one.

Liu Guang told Wang Zihao that "Shading the Sky" ranked third in the PK category this week.

The previous rounds of recommendations were all classified recommendations, and he, who was ranked third in the classification, naturally succeeded in advancing without any surprises.

"Brother Dong is awesome!" Wang Zihao couldn't help but like Brother Dong, and even sent these four words to Liu Guang.

Seeing Liu Guang's mind was shocked, fate.

There is an "dong" in his name.

"Haha, how did you know that there is a 'Dong' in my name?" Liu Guang also got off work and was on the bus.

Walking aside, looking at the editor's information, Wang Zihao was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Because Brother Dong is awesome."

Liu Guang feels like meeting a confidant, and looks forward to "Sunrise East" becoming a great god soon.

Feiyue Chinese website holds two or three writers' salons every year. Only writers at the level of great gods can be invited by Feiyue.

If you don't become a great master, you will be in different places, and the writers and editors will not have the chance to meet each other.

Even a writer in the same city with no grades would be ashamed to ask an editor out for dinner.

Shamelessly date?
The editor won't go either.

Walking to the gate of Jinhufu Community, Wang Zihao and Liu Guang finished chatting.

At the gate of the community, Ma Tengfei stood there like an iron tower, holding a shopping bag in his hand. He went to Wang Zihao's house for dinner tonight.

In the three years of high school, the two would go to each other's house for a meal from time to time, but they all went empty-handed.

Now that he has graduated and hasn't visited the door for so long, naturally Ma Tengfei can no longer come empty-handed.

"Haohao, to be honest, I envy you!" Ma Tengfei said as soon as we met.

"Why do you envy me?" Wang Zihao handed the shopping bag in his hand to the walking tank horse Tengfei, and shook his arm.

Ma Tengfei already had a shopping bag in his hand, but he took it anyway, and said, "You are free, you can concentrate on coding. How about I go to your place too, share the rent with you, and code together?"

It turned out that he was envious of this, but Wang Zihao didn't respond, and he refused implicitly.

Standing in front of the face-scanning machine at the gate of the community, two seconds later, the face-scanning machine was successful, and Wang Zihao led Ma Tengfei in together.

After entering the community, there was no sign of Wang Zihao picking up his shopping bag, so Ma Tengfei stared: "I thought you had to use the access control card in your backpack to pass through before you let me carry things... After you finish swiping your face, you Just go home empty-handed?"

"You are stronger and stronger than me. I'm not as good as you." Wang Zihao didn't take back the shopping bag. The bus and subway are far away, and it's quite tiring to carry the bag, although it is placed on the ground most of the time.

Ma Tengfei straightened his chest, looked left and right at himself, and it was very helpful to praise his good buddies.

He is indeed very strong. As long as he is not a professional basketball player, even those 1.9 meters taller than him who play basketball, few can hit him.

The ex-girlfriend especially liked Ma Tengfei's five big and three thick, with a sense of security, who could lift her up and press her against the wall with one hand...

Anyway, there will be no situation where the girlfriend is bullied and the boyfriend runs away first.

Even just two or three young people from society have to withdraw their evil thoughts temporarily when they see people like Ma Tengfei.

"By the way, I'm asking you." Walking in the Jinhu mansion, Ma Tengfei thought about the business again: "I'll move in and share the rent with you, how about it? My parents always say at home, if I don't give them the manuscript fee After seeing it, they think the income is not bad, so they must drive me out of the house."

Ma Tengfei's parents always think that it is unreliable for their son to do this at a young age, waste his youth, and accomplish nothing in the future.

"The place I live in is so small, did you sleep next to me?" Wang Zihao asked.

"Your double bed is too small. I'll pay for a larger one." Ma Tengfei's eyes lit up.

"Get out!" Wang Zihao was afraid that Ma Tengfei would continue to climb up the pole if he was more reserved.

"Share renting to save rent money." Ma Tengfei really wanted to escape from this home, thinking that he didn't find a class recently, and his full-time writing was regarded by his parents as not doing his job properly.

"I'll move back home after two months when I get the manuscript fee, and you still want to go out and spend that unreasonable money?" Walking to the first building, Wang Zihao swiped his card to enter the building.

When it comes to the manuscript fee, Ma Tengfei feels a little powerless: "Now that the monthly income has just exceeded [-], my parents are not satisfied. I also want to work hard, but I can't write it. And the more updates, the more subscriptions are made, which is a headache."

"Are you afraid that they will all be subscribed, and you can't write a big chapter? Two in one, don't worry about [-] words in one chapter, it's short and weak, and it's very unpleasant to read." Wang Zihao said.

Ma Tengfei said unhappily: "Do you think I can be as good as you? A thousand words of content can reach three or four thousand words. It feels good after reading it, but when you think about it carefully, the plot doesn't seem to be advancing. Like."

Ma Tengfei wants to write high-quality articles. After finishing the book in the future, he can continue to eat and subscribe.

"It's a skill. Some people talk nonsense for a few chapters, and the readers seem to enjoy it. Some people have several sub-plots going hand in hand in one chapter, but the readers feel very uncomfortable. After tens of thousands of words are laid out, the climax is gone with a single punch? I feel like I'm chasing a back figure The killer worked for several hours, but the killer turned around from behind. At first glance, he looks uglier than himself." After waiting for the elevator for a while, Wang Zihao walked in.

Ma Tengfei secretly exclaimed, the good buddy is indeed talented, and the text he wrote is the former.

Either light-hearted and funny, or blood-boiling, climax after another, unique style.

"Hurry up!" Wang Zihao urged the horse outside the elevator to take off.

Ma Tengfei hurriedly followed and asked, "Haohao, I also want to change, and write fantasy themes, do you have any experience to pass on?"

"Just believe in Brother Dong." Wang Zihao has no experience and doesn't need it. He just needs to believe in Brother Dong, although the opening chapter of Brother Dong is almost cold here.

"Who is Dong Ge?" Ma Tengfei wondered.

"You don't need to know who it is." When the elevator reached the 39th floor, Wang Zihao took the shopping bag from Ma Tengfei's hand and took both bags: "Let's chat with my parents later, boldly say that you are an Internet writer, no matter how much Say some good things about online articles, such as a bright future, a million gods, etc., the more the better."

"Necessary." Ma Tengfei knew that Wang Zihao's monthly income of tens of thousands of dollars in writing, Lao Wang and Xu Yixin must also have concerns after knowing his son's occupation in the future, and hoped that he would find a decent class.

After fully agreeing, Ma Tengfei came to his senses and immediately snatched back all the shopping bags in Wang Zihao's hand: "It's all at the door, and you just took it back. You also snatched the fruit gift I brought, which is too much."

Ma Tengfei's visit as a guest was something that Wang Zihao had planned long ago.

Throw Ma Tengfei out to ask for directions first, so that parents can see that there is some money to be made in doing this.

In the future, I will tell my parents that he is also going this way, and it will not be so difficult for my parents to accept it.

Of course, if Wang Zihao earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a month in writing, it doesn't matter whether Ma Tengfei votes or not.

The problem is, Wang Zihao is not sure whether "Shading the Sky" can reach hundreds of thousands of monthly income here.

Just in case... It's impossible to get full attendance, as you can see from this week's recommendation data.

But it is still too early to be sure that it will be a boutique or an order in the future.

Only high-quality products have the opportunity to earn more than [-] yuan a month, and if you order [-] yuan, you can get a small tens of thousands.

"Hello Uncle, Hello Auntie." After entering the door, Ma Tengfei politely greeted Wang Guangnian and Xu Yixin who were on the sofa in the living room.

"A Fei, it's getting stronger and stronger." Old Wang exclaimed.

The son, a classmate, will marry and have a baby in the future, so he can't sleep with the baby.

When Wang Zihao was a few months old, Lao Wang rolled over in the middle of the night and almost crushed his son out of shit.

Ma Tengfei like that, one kills one life.

"Sit down, I'll cook for you." Xu Yixin also warmly greeted Ma Tengfei.

The son's good friend, the two used to have a close relationship, and went to each other's house several times to spend the night.

The rice is already cooked, half an hour later.

At the dinner table, Wang Guangnian and Xu Yixin were very concerned about Ma Tengfei's situation, asking about work, girlfriend, everything.

"Internet writer?" After learning about Ma Tengfei's career, Wang Guangnian was at a loss. Do writers still distinguish between the Internet and reality?

Xu Yixin understands a little better: "Internet writers also have billionaires, Xiaofei, come on!"

"Can writing a book be so rich?" Wang Guangnian was shocked.

Wang Zihao secretly heaved a sigh of relief. His mother works in the financial department of a publishing house, and only cares about financial issues and nothing else.

Fortunately, under the influence of her ears and eyes, my mother knew that there was such a group.

People who don’t know much about Internet literature, but who have a little knowledge of Internet literature, will look down on Internet writers, thinking that they are ignorant and unable to promote the construction of spiritual civilization.

In fact, since ancient times, there has been a saying that both the refined and the vulgar are appreciated, which shows that the "vulgar" can also be spread and accepted by the society.

The online literature environment is getting cleaner and cleaner, and works similar to the four classics may also be born in the future.

In ancient times, popular novels such as the Four Great Masterpieces were unrefined, and few authors had status or status.

Even authors like Cao Xueqin died of poverty.

After a bowl of rice, Wang Guangnian took out a bottle of baijiu, the kind that cost more than [-] yuan for two bottles: "A Fei, have a drink with uncle."

Ma Teng is eager to try.

Wang Zihao quickly said: "A Fei can't hold alcohol, he just pours out a glass of white, and he can't go back."

Ma Tengfei quickly said: "It's okay, I won't go back tonight, I'll sleep with Haohao."

"..." Wang Zihao.

(End of this chapter)