Pet King

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Uncle Li didn't understand what Fina and Snow Lion were talking about. He just thought that Fina ’s movement was very interesting. In addition, she heard that the cat would step on the milk, and she said it casually, and saw that Fina stopped stepping on it, and she felt quite good. Unfortunately, I regret not taking pictures with my phone.

Zhang Zi'an walked to the basin and saw several clear claw marks on the dough. When he had a clever move, he felt that this was a good opportunity to make a flattery, and he beckoned Uncle Li immediately.

"Uncle Li, look at this." He pointed to the paw prints on the dough. "Your shop has changed its signboard now, or else you can get a logo by the way? Just use one of the paw prints as your logo. What do you think? Wait After drying it, make a mold and print it next to 'Li's Supreme Sucking Cat Snack Bar.' "

Uncle Li froze. He thought that his small broken shop had a signboard. It seemed unnecessary to get another logo on purpose, but it was difficult to refute Zhang Zi'an's face, and he nodded in agreement.

Zhang Zi'an didn't think it was unnecessary, and he suggested not only to print paw prints on the signboards, but also to print paw prints on their apron, or wear a paw print-type badge. Because this shop is covered by it, taking care of it from time to time can benefit Uncle Li and his wife a lot.

Fina was obviously very satisfied with this suggestion. This is its royal dining room, and it should be left with its mark.

He jumped off the table and inspected the backyard for a week solemnly, as if inspecting his own territory, and the Snow Lion followed closely behind him.

Zhang Zi'an took the opportunity to lower his voice, pointing to the dough and said to Uncle Li: "Don't just fool with a claw print, you must have the claw print on it."

If Fina found she had been fooled, she must be very angry, and she would have been awkward.

Uncle Li nodded in agreement.

For the time being, Zhang Zi'an resigned, leaving Fina and Snow Lion to leave the kitchen.

The girls in the restaurant were still amusing the cats, taking pictures while taking pictures, taking selfies or taking photos of each other, but they did n’t eat much. The girls are slow to eat, plus the funny cat, Zhang Zi'an estimates that if this continues, if the business is good, the store may have to wait in line.

"If only I could **** these two cats." A young girl pointed at Fina and Snow Lion passing by with high toes, envious and sorry.

"That's it! It's so cute!" The other girls echoed.

"But how does this cat train? Why can he follow him obediently?" Some girls wondered.

Zhang Zi'an ignored them, took Fina and Snow Lion back to the pet shop, and brought back lunch by the way.

Richard stared at the screen too intently, and was not surprised until Zhang Zi'an entered the door, quacking and flapping his wings to fly. Lu Yiyun switched the windows in panic, saying as if he was covering up something deliberately: "The card has been printed, and the store said that it will be shipped today."

"Okay, let Wang Qian and Li Kun paste it when it arrives." Zhang Zi'an nodded.

"Meow meow! I'm exhausted! I'm going to eat! I'm going to sleep!" Snow Lion jumped onto the cat's climbing frame and couldn't wait to lie down.

Fina also jumped onto the top cat climbing frame and lay on her stomach.

He distributed the food to the elves and pets. When he saw that the store was okay for a while, he walked to the second floor with his lunch box to check on Pi's condition.

π was still sitting in front of the computer with his ten fingers and typing, and when he was in doubt, he looked at the unknown book.

"Π, how many words have you written?" He asked with concern.

"Squeak ..."

π bowed his head embarrassedly and covered his face with his hands. Because it was too excited to sink its heart, it was much slower than usual, only a few hundred words were written.

"It doesn't matter, stand up and move around." Zhang Zi'an understood his mood and comforted him.

π nodded.

"Well, what time is the recommendation?" He asked.

π stretched out two fingers.

"2 pm?" He looked at the time, with about an hour left.

π jumped out of the chair and used her arms and legs to move around in the living room.

Zhang Zi'an sat down and went into the background of the website. I saw that π had nearly 1,000 collections, and people continued to leave messages to encourage and vote for recommendations. He noticed a message in good faith.

[Dumpling]: The author wrote very well, that is, there are some typos in the front, which affect the reading experience. It would be better if you could change it, but the flaws are not covered.

Is that right?

He has actually actually experienced the plots written by π. He read them ten lines at a time without paying much attention to the problem of typos. At this moment, the reader reminded him that he must pay attention to this problem.

He switched to Pi's original Word document and read it word by word from the beginning.

Soon, he found that there were a lot of typos in the document, and the more they went to the front, it might be that π was not used to it when he started typing Chinese.

Except for typos, π will make an inexplicable number every few hundred words.

"3 ... 1 ... 4 ... 1 ... 5 ... 9 ... 2 ... 6 ..."

Unsurprisingly, it is the pi rate that connects these numbers. He was ashamed to think that readers might be troubled by these inexplicable numbers while reading. Readers may think that these numbers have deep meanings, but they are not ... well, they may indeed have deep meanings, but even he does n’t understand it at the moment, and Meng Li, who is probably the only one who knows it, has returned to his hometown in the foreign country and he does not know Meng Li's phone number was also embarrassed to bother, because he was not familiar with it after all.

Maybe some readers have abandoned the text because of these typos and numbers ...

π made a few laps in the room, returned to the computer, and wanted to continue writing.

"Wait a minute, π, didn't you sleep last night? Okay, I will take a nap first, I will use the computer," he said.

π's eyes rolled around, remembering that this computer belongs to Zhang Zi'an. Although it has been used by it, it does not belong to it. It only has temporary use rights.

Its mood has become a bit low, and even some blame. It feels that it has been occupying the computer, which may affect Zhang Zi'an's normal use.

"Squeak." He nodded, and jumped into the wicker chair.

"Sleep," Zhang Zi'an urged. "Don't worry, there is still more time to write."

π is lying in a hanging basket rattan chair, and his eyes are closed, but the sunlight at noon is a little strong, and it just hits him. Even if he closes the curtains and closes his eyes, he feels a red patch in front of his eyes. So he pulled the small blanket up and covered his head, and his vision finally darkened.

It lies with its eyes closed. I do n’t know how long, it ’s sleepy, I want to sleep but I ca n’t sleep, because it ’s very excited, and the rising collection number always appears in my mind. I think of every reader ’s comments, including encouragement and criticism, feeling like a storm The sea is tumultuous.

After lying down for a while, he opened his eyes, and quietly pulled a slit of the blanket. He wanted to see if Zhang Zi'an had run out of computers. If he had run out, he wanted to continue writing novels. In the past, the update time was random. It was updated whenever it was finished, but there were readers asking when it was updated every day. It was speechless and wanted to fix the time as much as possible.

When there were no readers before, it was fascinating. With readers, it became even more anxious, afraid to live up to the expectations of these readers.

A ray of bright light passed through the gap between the blankets, and π narrowed his eyes to see that Zhang Zi'an was still using the computer, anxiously.

The hanging basket rattan chair and the desk are almost next to each other. It can see that Zhang Zi'an is staying on the background interface of the website, and is very focused on browsing the chapters previously posted.

Pi blinked doubtfully, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhang Zi'an carefully examined every word and every sentence, and did not notice the half of the eyes π exposed under the blanket. His lips were opened and closed silently, and he recited them silently. Not only was he correcting typos, but some sentences that were not obvious but were not fluent in reading were also modified by him to be more eloquent, and some were too written Conversations have been changed to be more spoken.

This is a tedious task. Pi has already written about 110,000 words. He needs to modify all of the 110,000 words before he recommends them in order to give new readers a better first impression. Maybe this work doesn't make much sense, after all, most people read Internet novels at a glance ~ www.readwn.com ~ but this is the only thing he can do for π at present.

Looking at it, π finally understood what he was doing, and the anxiety in his heart was blown away by the gentle breeze, and became peaceful.

Since almost no one read it before, it uploaded it every time after writing a chapter, and it was not checked after uploading. Some readers have raised typos before, but these slightly obtrusive comments were ignored by the good mood.

The work it ignored was being done by Zhang Zi'an on its behalf.

Zhang Zi'an's heart was getting more and more anxious. He regretted that he didn't think of it earlier. He just thought of it before the top recommendation position. Seeing that the time was gradually approaching 2 pm, he took out his greatest focus and scanned the whole thing. Every sentence on the screen.

The sun quietly moved its position in the sky, and the shadow cast by the desk on the floor slowly deflected and stretched.

"call……"

Zhang Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, leaning exhaustedly on the back of the chair and wiping her face. He glanced at it for a while, and finally finished checking the typo in all chapters around 2:10.

He returned to the homepage of the website, and then entered the urban area. He found the name of "Pet King" in the "popular category", and a very concise introduction-"capture a few magic pets as partners".

The most popular category recommendations are newcomers like π. There is no legendary website god. If he is not surprised, π should be able to pass the test of the first round of recommendations safely.

At the same time, π under the blanket moved slightly.

"Π, are you asleep? Get up and recommend on your novel!" He yawned, but said excitedly.

"Squeak."

π lifted the blanket and sat up, put her palms together on one side of her ears, and made a gesture of sleeping, which means: sleep well.