"Please fill in the copy." Said the title eyebrow.
"But there is no copywriter here... There is me." The author replied. He didn't know how many days and nights he was troubled by copywriting. Finally, I happily decided not to write copy, but I always felt that it was a dereliction of duty to the readers.
"Write?" [Next → Button Box] already burst into laughter.
"It's okay to give up on editing~ Yeah~" [←Previous button box] held her chin and tilted her head to stare at the author. He saw a trace of panic smeared in the author's pupils, as well as a little ideological struggle due to indecision.
Seeing the author's sluggish expression of "wait a minute, let me go and be quiet first", the return key slowly turned from the swivel chair facing the author and sat opposite the forward key.
"Forward," the return key clasped his hands, put his elbows on the armrests, and licked his lips, "take a bet, will his next move be forward or backward?"
"Forward." The forward key looked expressionless and stared back at the return key.
["Okay stop it, I choose to continue..."]