I write novels in Liyue

"OK then."

Bai Qing smiled and didn't force them to read the manuscript.

When the book is released, they will naturally be able to read it.

"By the way, did you go to listen to the play and meet the guest minister from the Hall of Rebirth?"

"Don't mention it, Mr. Zhongli was concentrating on listening to the play the whole time, and didn't even glance at us."

"However, having said that, Mr. Zhongli really has a deep feeling. Sometimes I think that Prince Yan should be like him."

"Look at your nympho, today you dare to compare Mr. Zhongli to the King of Rock, but tomorrow you don't know what you dare to do, don't be ashamed in front of the younger generation."

"It's reasonable, but the current author is too disappointing, why not write a book based on Mr. Zhongli."

Chapter 7 Sleeping to Save Your Life

The night is getting deeper.

"On the importance of the keyboard..."

Looking at the manuscript full of crooked and crooked handwriting, Fang Qiu sighed quietly.

If you use a keyboard, you can already write nearly ten thousand characters, and the efficiency is not only doubled, but also, you can't see the handwriting...

Forget it, let's rest for a while.

"Well."

Fang Qiu stood up and stretched, feeling the relief of his body, Fang Qiu let out a hearty cry.

She got up and walked to the window, looking at the scenery outside the window.

I am a bit poor, but the rented house is also a sea view room.

This night is so beautiful.

The breeze blows the waves, and the waves reflect the moonlight.

Just this scenery, this location, in the previous life, no matter what, it was worth a thousand and one nights.

Ok……

In fact, she has never been there in her previous life, and the exact price is not clear.

But the price should be about the same.

"It's so cold."

After enjoying the sea view for a while, the sea breeze made Fang Qiu feel cold all over.

Fang Qiu couldn't help sighing quietly.

At this time, she was thinking, if only she had the eyes of fire gods, she could still warm her body at this time.

Thinking of this, she looked at the God's Eye at her waist.

Ok?

Fang Qiu was taken aback.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that her God's Eye seemed to be a little stronger.

Although the degree of this strengthening is almost negligible, it is completely undetectable to the naked eye.

But as the owner of this God's Eye, she could clearly feel that her strength was slightly stronger than before.

"What exactly is going on?"

Fang Qiuxiu frowned, and after thinking for a while, she roughly came to a conclusion.

The power of her God's Eye may be linked to the novel.

After all, since she traveled through time, she has only done a few things.

Went to Wanmin Hall with Hu Tao, ate a meal cooked by Xiangling, wrote a novel, and ran to the editorial department.

It can't be eating and running to enhance the power of God's Eye, right?

However, what happened specifically remains to be verified.

Fang Qiu glanced at the manuscript on the table, fell into deep thought, finally gritted his teeth, washed up, and lay down on the bed.

Can't stand it any longer.

Her weak body couldn't bear it any longer.

Sleep to save your life.

……

In a flash, a week passed.

Liyue Publishing House, in the office.

Bai Qing put down the manuscript in his hand, cast his gaze out of the window, and sighed faintly.

It was a sunny day outside the window.

The glazed lily in the grass flutters lazily with the wind.

"I don't know how Fang Qiu's writing is going."

Bai Qing frowned slightly.

After reading Fang Qiu's novel, she felt a little tasteless when reading other novels, even if they were best-sellers.

Obviously, I informed Fang Qiu to submit the draft the next day, looking forward to her follow-up works.

It's been a week, and Fang Qiu hasn't moved at all.

melancholy.

Moreover, today is the day of publishing fees.

Is she in no hurry?

Just when she was thinking about whether to visit Fang Qiu to see if Fang Qiu encountered any writing bottlenecks, there was a knock on the office door.

A white-haired woman was standing quietly at the door, as fragile as a glass lily outside the window.

"It's Fang Qiu."

All the editors present recognized Fang Qiu.

After all, he is a famous vase author.

However, this appearance is indeed too beautiful.

However, just as they were admiring Fang Qiu's beauty, they suddenly saw a thick stack of manuscripts in Fang Qiu's arms.

hiss……

Many editors gasped.

Today's manuscript is extra thick...

They have all read Fang Qiu's novels. It can be said that apart from the good writing, they have no advantages.

It was a torment to read such a thick stack of manuscripts!

Thinking of this, they couldn't help casting sympathetic glances at Bai Qing. With such a thick stack of manuscripts, it may take two or three days to correct the typos and language problems...

Thinking of this, apart from sympathizing with Bai Qing, the younger generation, they couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

Fortunately, they were not in charge of Fang Qiu and Xing Qiu, otherwise this class would not have been able to attend.

Just when they thought that Bai Qing's face would be ugly, Bai Qing's eyes lit up, especially when he saw the thick stack of manuscripts in Fang Qiu's arms.

"Miss Fang Qiu, good afternoon."

Bai Qing immediately got up and greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Editor Bai Qing."

Fang Qiu smiled slightly and took a step back.

"Is this your original manuscript?"

Bai Qing didn't care about Fang Qiu's half-step back, but asked straight to the point.

"Well, here are the rest of the manuscript."

Fang Qiu nodded and said.

"Well, I will finish reading it as soon as possible. Let's make an appointment tomorrow to discuss specific matters about this book."

Bai Qing took the manuscript and said.

"no problem."

Fang Qiu nodded.

What she wrote was not a long-form serial novel, so, after finishing the writing, it was reviewed by the editor, and the price of the manuscript fee was finally negotiated.

After chatting for a few words, they settled on He Yu Tea House.

"Well, Miss Fang Qiu, is there anything else you can do?"

Seeing that Fang Qiu was still standing there awkwardly after agreeing on the meeting place, Bai Qing couldn't help asking.

"Uh... that, editor Bai Qing, my manuscript fee for last month..."

Fang Qiu said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot."

Said, Bai Qing hurriedly walked back to the desk, took out a bag of Mora from the drawer, handed it to Fang Qiu, and said, "I have already taken out Mora for you, there are two thousand Mora in total, please count them .”

"Thank you, editor Bai Qing, then you are busy, so I won't bother you."

After receiving Mo La, Fang Qiu smiled politely, and walked out of the office quickly after speaking.

Chapter 8 April, coming to an end soon