I, Xue Xiaomei, pen name: Surge in the Dark Night, a street-fighting author who uses love (poverty) to generate electricity. The data was so bad that the editor packed up and ran away overnight, and the comment section was cleaner than my wallet—except for him!
"The Stinger," my only reader, my God! Although every comment he made was like a poisonous needle, stabbing my fragile heart precisely:
"Is the protagonist's IQ used to feed the stray dogs downstairs?"
"This is a plot twist. My cat can write better than you even by scratching at the keyboard with her paws!"
"Please, let the Chinese characters go, they are innocent!"
But! I can't help but he is the only living person who keeps up with the update! For him, I swallowed the keyboard with tears in my eyes, soaked in noodle soup for inspiration, dug candy between the keyboard to eat - and wrote! Must write!
Then I found the IP of "Stinger", in the same city! Add a link!
The gears of fate, perhaps rusty, began to turn.
On the other end of the network cable, the Sting style instantly changed into "Sweetheart Kitten":
"Did you update today? I'm so impatient to wait!"
"Although the plot has some minor flaws... But it is the best!!"
Me: Ah! It's an angel! It's a cute girl! It's love! Rush!
On the day of my interview, I put on the shirt that I kept at the bottom of my suitcase, and with the wilted roses I exchanged for my last half month of instant noodles, I headed for love.
And then... I saw him.
A man in a suit and leather shoes, with an aura of 2.8 Meters and a look that could freeze a penguin to death—Gu Yan! The living hell king of the publishing industry who once scolded me in three sentences at a signing ceremony until I hid in the toilet and cried through three packs of tissues!
He stared at the anime character on my chest, and the corners of his mouth curved in a friendly way:
"To reintroduce myself, I am 'Stinger'."
My brain is down and my mouth is faster than my brain:
"Beast! Why is it you?!... Boss! You're chatting online while scolding my writing for being as bad as gutter oil. Are you schizophrenic?!"
Ps: I started this article because I was writing about cultivating immortals, which made me want to vomit - just to satisfy my bad taste, hehe.
Intention: Hello. Please collect. Okay.
So novel and old-fashioned, so cute