I write novels in Liyue

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For the sake of safety, she also condensed a few ice swords, and checked the whole house, including behind the kitchen door, wardrobe, and under the bed.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Fang Qiu dispelled the Bingjian and lay down on the bed as if exhausted.

"Huh, it's a disaster without reason."

Fang Qiu let out a long breath and looked at the ceiling quietly.

She finally understood why the heroine Jianzi in the "Visible Girl" she watched in the previous life was scared to pee...

In the situation just now, if she lit the lamp and found someone sitting in the room, she would probably be scared to pee...

That would be too embarrassing.

This is the trouble of living alone...

Fang Qiu sighed slightly, just in such a short moment, her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

She originally wanted to get up and open the window to get some air, but then she thought of the novel she wrote in her previous life.

When the heroine also opened the window, she saw a ghost head floating outside the window whose neck had been bitten to pieces.

Thinking of this, Fang Qiu sat back silently.

Tonight, sleep without turning off the lights.

Let's go to the bathhouse to take a bath tomorrow.

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ps: I didn't sleep and smoked Shen He, I crooked the piano, and the 160 pumps were full...

Mentality exploded.

Chapter 77 Junior Sister, take it easy, Senior Sister hurts

The next day, early morning.

Liyue Harbor.

"call."

Fang Qiu opened his eyes vigorously, supported his body with his slender arms, and sat up from the bed.

Seeing the sunlight coming in through the gap in the window, Fang Qiu couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaled a long breath, his face was full of lingering fear.

It was finally dawn.

This night was too difficult, as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with the sound of "dong dong dong".

In the end, my body couldn't resist the drowsiness anymore, so I fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake up and write a book..."

Fang Qiu sighed slightly, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The warm sunshine shone on her body, which was extraordinarily warm, and the gentle sea breeze blew by. Fang Qiu smiled slightly, and after washing up, she went back to the table and sat gently on the bouncy bomb.

The soft bouncing bomb doll immediately wrapped Fang Qiu's delicate waist and buttocks.

"Next time I see Miss Gan Yu, I recommend this bouncing bomb to her. At least when you're tired, you can sit in it and sleep under a blanket. It's better than sleeping on the table."

Fang Qiu smiled, picked up the manuscript on the table talking to himself, and glanced at the content in front of him.

Ok……

The plot has almost reached the end of the first volume, and it should be time to call it a day.

It's time to publish the book.

But the words came back again.

I don't know if Sister Beidou has come to Daozuma...

Is my book popular among Daozuma?

Although she thinks her books are of good quality, it is the same as the physique between people cannot be generalized.

Inazuma and Liyue cannot be generalized either.

Just like Xingqiu's book, no one read it in Liyue, but when it came to Dao's wife, it was immediately regarded as a classic in the literary world.

Can your own book become popular in Daozuma?

Fang Qiu glanced at the God's Eye emitting a faint light from his waist, and then cast his gaze to the other side of the sea.

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At this time, on the other side of the sea.

Rice wife.

Yaedo Editorial Department.

"I'm so tired. I've been working overtime for several days, and I have to go to work so early today...I can't live through this day..."

Editor Amao was lying on his desk. He looked at the pile of data reports in front of him with a look of lovelessness.

"Hurry up and sort out the data, Master Shenzi wants to check the detailed sales data of this issue for himself..."

Editor Kuroda also looked tired.

In the past few days, I worked overtime every day until the early hours of the morning.

Although wages have been rising, the fatigue value has also been soaring.

As soon as he got home from get off work yesterday, he fell asleep on the bed, and when he woke up, it was time for work again.

The editorial department and the family have two points and one line of life.

"Stop complaining, do it quickly, you can enjoy your vacation after these few days, and you can get a lot of bonuses."

Editor Araya, who was sitting not far away, picked up his teacup, took a sip of bitter tea, and said.

"understood."

Kuroda and Amao responded weakly, and took out the reports submitted by the major branches yesterday. They were going to sort out yesterday's sales data.

"Speaking of which, which book do you think will be the top three in this issue's sales list?"

Kuroda asked suddenly.

"No.1 must be Teacher Zhenyu's "Shen Qiu Picking up Swords"."

Amao said.

"If you say this, it means you didn't say it. The controversial ones must be the second or third."

Kuroda gave Amao a white look, and said.

"That's true, but there is still a lot of controversy for the second or third place. I am more optimistic about No. 2, "The Master of the Guhua School" that you are in charge of, Kuroda. As for No. 3, I am more optimistic. "Junior Sister, take it easy, Senior Sister hurts", after all, the data on the first day of this book is second only to the first two."

Amo coughed and said.

"I remember that "Junior Sister, Be Easy, Senior Sister Pain" seems to be about the love between women and women, right? I read it the other day, and it contains a lot of edging content. Sure enough, this type of book is very popular."

Kuroda recalled it for a while, sighed, and said.

"It's not far to go by the edge ball. Once readers get tired of the edge ball, they will abandon the book."

Araya interjected, his eyes full of contempt.

"Although it won't go far, it will go fast. As long as it is completed in time, it will leave a good reputation."

Feeling the contemptuous gaze of Araya, Ah Mao coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, he was responsible for that book...

The book tells the story of the senior sister Zi Ling and the junior sister Li Qiuyao of the Guhua School.

"What do you think of Ms. Araya?"

Kuroda asked.

"I don't have any complaints about the first two books that Amao mentioned, after all, the quality is indeed very high, and No.3 I was originally optimistic about a book called "Your Lie in April", but, although the quality of that book It is very high, but because the title of the book has no gimmicks, and the author is not well-known in Daozuma, the results on the first day are not ideal, and the ranking is outside the dozens. Although yesterday's sales have not been counted, but at most it is the same as the first day , basically missed the sales list.”

Araya sighed and said.

"Eh? "Your Lie in April", the title of the book really has no gimmicks, and there is no desire to buy it when you hear it."

Kuroda shook his head and said.

"Is this the new book you are in charge of, Araya?"

Amao asked with a puzzled look.

"No, she is Liyue's popular new author, but I am responsible for the second revision of her book. There are two books in total. One is called "Your Lie in April" and the other is called "Eternity". I read it by the way, and the quality of these two books is terribly high, whether it is the rhythm, the plot structure, or the writing, it can be said to be impeccable, in my opinion, the quality is even comparable to Teacher Zhenyu."

Araya said with a serious face.

Hearing Huang Gu's words, everyone present was stunned.

Can the quality of the book be comparable to Teacher Zhenyu?

This……

Is it too exaggerated?

Teacher Zhenyu is a figure in the literary world of Daozuma. Can a new author of Liyue be compared with Teacher Zhenyu?

But Araya said so firmly, they couldn't say much, so they ended the topic hastily.

During the work, Kuroda looked through the statistics report yesterday, and found the first-day sales of "Your Lie in April".

Three hundred copies.

This……

Is it too low?

For such a book, on the second day, at most, half of the sales of the first day remained.