In a two-story building in the suburbs.
Bright sunlight streamed through the window, casting a halo of light across the floor.
On the two-meter-long bed in the center of the room, a furry head peeked out from under the white blanket.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were half-closed, and a large T-shirt hung diagonally on her body.
It made the boy's body appear very thin.
Feeling the bright sunshine outside, she seemed a little annoyed.
Her delicate face showed displeasure, and her lips were pouting.
If anyone else saw this scene, they would definitely find it incredibly cute.
so cute.
But the faint bluish tinge under the boy's eyes made one's heart ache.
Suddenly, a pure white mouse jumped onto the boy's face.
They launched a barrage of fur attacks at him.
'Host, host, wake up, get up and get to work.'
Luo Ling, who hadn't had enough sleep, waved her hand.
Sweep away the guy with the weird face.
Then she turned over and kept her eyes closed.
The white-haired mouse persistently jumped back, grabbed Luo Ling's hair, and shook it wildly.
"Host, get up and start writing! You've been sleeping until the sun's high in the sky!"
The system felt like it was going to break its own back.
My typing speed is already terrible, and now I'm still lazing in bed.
Today is another day of courting disaster.
Unable to bear the commotion, Luo Miao sat up abruptly.
He grabbed the mouse by the tail and swung it around in the air.
Then, with a whoosh, it was thrown out.
Forest atmosphere.
He spent half a month writing his manuscript after being in this world for only half a month.
It's all tears when I talk about it.
But when I think about how absurd this world is, tears turn into exhaustion.
This is a time-travel story where the protagonist wakes up to find himself transported to a parallel world.
In my past life, I was a struggling author; here, I don't have any of those well-known literary giants.
There were no more classic works in the area, and I felt that my opportunity had come.
So they started copying extensively.
Ultimately, through plagiarism, he elevated himself to the highest divine position.
During this period, I naturally encountered competition with other top users for recommended spots.
Fighting with the author.
It was hacked.
It has gained a loyal following of wealthy readers.
Others are jealous.
Fan maintenance.
Writers' conferences, etc.
Finally, he met his wealthy reader in real life, and they had a happy ending.
The plot is about to reach its first melodramatic climax.
One of Xiao Shou's readers is related to the editor-in-chief.
So I helped Yu Qi reschedule the big post, which was supposed to be on Wednesday, to Saturday.
Weekends, this prime time, should only be enjoyed by the best.
New authors, unless their achievements are good enough.
But the bottom (shou) can only be considered average.
Moreover, that time was already scheduled in the document.
It's easy to imagine how unpleasant things got.
His current identity is that of a struggling author.
And just then, a big push came along.
So during this period, I've been writing every day, barely managing to stay alive.
Resigned, I got out of bed.
She ruffled her hair and went into the bathroom.
The point of this melodramatic drama isn't about vying for a featured spot.
The reader who is related to the editor-in-chief.
It takes incredible luck to find a reader who is related to the editor-in-chief. _(:з]∠)_
I ate a quick meal, turned on my computer, and logged onto a webpage.
First Major Top Attack: Aaaaaah! Author, how could you have writer's block?!
Chang'an: At this critical moment, I'm going to send you razor blades.
Hey, stop right there: I silently drew my forty-meter-long sword.
"Want to play PUBG tonight?"
"Cavill is still short, you'll never find a boyfriend if you keep this up."
...
Looking at the cheerful comments below the post, Luo Miao's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
It's a good result of his all-night writing sessions.
After replying to everyone, I'm going to get back to writing.QQ then popped up.
I clicked on it and took a look.
His eyes widened suddenly.