Play Azur Lane Even at the End of the World

"It's not okay to go on like this." Kaixuan shook his head. The habits he developed when he was writing novels, although for the ship's mother, staying up late will not cause horrible incidents such as sudden death, but at least she must arrange her work and rest reasonably. .

If it continues like this, it will be useless.

"Hasn't she written a novel for a long time?"

"Who knows, I seem to be obsessed with drawing recently, and sometimes draw some terrible things."

"Bad stuff?" Triumph asked. "What's that?"

"Ah, I don't know too well. It's probably just a terrible feeling." Stubbornly, she walked down the stairs and glanced at the dining table, which was empty.

"Sister Joan of Arc hasn't come back yet."

"Almost, I see she went out a little late today."

"By the way, where's Shukuf?"

"She went out with Sister Richelieu early in the morning, and she didn't know where she went."

"Sigh~" Stubbornly scratching her somewhat messy hair, she walked to the sofa and sat down, "I always feel that since Sister Jean Bart and the others left, the house has become much deserted from time to time."

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from the door.

"What's the matter? Has the stubbornness started to feel lonely too?" Joan of Arc and Reckless walked in from the door.

"Ah, breakfast is here."

"Reckless!!" Forbin turned his head and stared.

"Ha, haha... I'm inspired, I'm going to write a novel, that's it! Bye~" After Lu Ruo finished speaking, he rushed towards the second floor.

"Don't even think about running, practice with me today!"

The two chased and fled, not even eating breakfast.

Joan of Arc shook her head helplessly: "Leave them alone, let's have breakfast... By the way, is Richelieu back yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then do you want to wait a bit?"

They had just sat down at the dining table when they heard the sound of the door opening, turning around, a golden figure riding in the sun appeared at the door.

Joan of Arc turned her head and smiled, "Richelieu, breakfast is ready."

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PS: Sister Li, mine!You can't help Miss Li!

Chapter 583 Richelieu, Plan H's big move!

"That night, the commander entered Richelieu's room."

"Richelieu didn't expect the commander to come here so late, and was just feeling surprised when he suddenly saw the commander take off his pajamas, and then..."

"No, no, no!"

The reckless thought was interrupted by Emil, who waved his finger and said, "This is not a novel, how could it be so straightforward."

"Well, what do you think we should do?" Reckless and depressed, he couldn't help complaining, "You don't even know yourself, if you didn't bother me, I could have written all the manuscripts for the past two months in one go. .”

"What's the use of writing so much? It's not just enough to control the volume. Of course, the quality of the novel must come first!"

"I can't write about the quality, I don't have the quantity yet, it's over, I'm going to hit the street."

Seeing Reckless holding his head in trouble, Emil shook his head: "Don't worry, there is still time anyway."

"Where is there still time? The editor will come to urge the manuscript tomorrow. I owe this month, and the manuscript for next month has not yet been settled."

"If she wants to come, let's just say..." Emil squeezed his fingers, thought for a while and said, "Well, let's just say that you are sick and can't see people."

"Will the ship's wife get sick? You're lying to a ghost."

"There are always times when you are in a bad state. Otherwise, you will say that you are out of gas and can't walk. If you can't do it, you will be broken when you are doing an entrusted mission to attack and fight the Siren. Anyway, you can't even pick up your pen now. after a while."

"You say that, I feel that I'm super inferior... Another big reason, I used it last month."

"It won't work after you use it once?" Emil clicked his tongue. "When I wrote before, those writers like me, human beings, would be sorry for this profession if they didn't get sick a few times a month!"

"That's different, human beings are always different from ship girls."

"So, the editor is a human being, and if he doesn't understand our ship girl, doesn't that mean we can say whatever we say?" Emil said with a smile. She used these miscellaneous reasons before.

After thinking about it recklessly, it is true, but if you can use it, don't use it.

She stared at the manuscript in front of her, sighed, and tore it out anyway.

"Do you want to find some books to read? But Sister Joan of Arc won't let me read those, Emile." Reckless raised his head and asked, "Are there many books in your room?"

Emil immediately shook his head in a panic: "No, no, don't talk nonsense!"

"When I went to look for you last time, I clearly saw it and hid it under your pillow. You still want to lie to me."

Emila shrugged her head: "Okay, there are, but it's useless even if you read them, they don't have a plot, you write this, of course, you pay attention to the compact plot, the rhythm is relaxed, the characters are vividly portrayed, and And... all in all, the book is useless."

"I'll just write paragraph H, why are you telling me so much?"

"I'm afraid that your rhythm will be disrupted."