After two consecutive days of rain in Qicheng, the sun finally came out to work.

Song Zhiyi sat on her desk, holding a pen in an upright posture and carefully writing the content of the new book on the paper. She likes to list what needs to be written in each chapter on the paper bit by bit, and then she will write it on the paper.

After writing a rough chapter of the story on paper, I type it into the computer and revise it.

But her editor confirmed that this was an extremely inefficient and futile task with half the effort. But Song Zhiyi didn’t think so. She was easily confused by outside food. If you asked her to type on the computer all afternoon, she would not be able to pass half the time.

As a child, she became obsessed with TV dramas and couldn't extricate herself.

Therefore, in Song Zhiyi's opinion, writing on paper makes it easier for her to focus, so that she can write better works.

Now, her editor has left her alone. Anyway, she is used to procrastinating more and more. It doesn't matter whether she gets twice the result with half the effort or twice the result with half the effort. Being able to publish a book is Song Zhiyi's biggest difficulty.

The sunshine in early autumn was particularly dazzling, and Song Zhiyi had to get up and close the curtains slightly.

Song Zhiyi walked to the curtain and looked at the clear sky, feeling very comfortable. Song Zhiyi secretly made up her mind in her heart. From today on, she, Song Zhiyi, will also work hard to keep updating every day, and strive to keep up with those hard-working authors.

Get rid of the title of "King of Pigeons".

Uh--

In fact, this title is quite good, but I still feel a bit reluctant to get rid of it.

Song Zhiyi returned to her seat, picked up the notebook on the table, and admired with satisfaction the messy overall outline she had handwritten. As for the overall details... she would have to wait until she practiced it before she could write it out.

Song Zhiyi proudly took a photo of the outline and sent it to the editor.

a. The reminder: [The outline is pretty good, can you update it tomorrow? 】

Song Song Song Song: [Can’t.]

a. The reminder: [Why?]

Song Song Song Song: [Because I have to wait until I practice it before I can write it. 】

a. Death reminder:【???】

Before Song Zhiyi could finish typing in the chat box, the editor called. Song Zhiyi reluctantly pressed the answer button and put the phone away from her ears.

As she expected, the angry editor yelled on the phone:

"Song Zhiyi! You promised me that you would release a new book before this week. You want pigeons again, right?"

Song Zhiyi lay back on the soft bed and muttered: "I did publish a new book this week, but I didn't say I would start updating it this week."

"Song Zhiyi!" Editor Li jumped out of his skin in the company and received the eyes of countless colleagues, and of course...

The editor-in-chief who just came out for inspection.

Editor Li met the manager's complicated eyes, and instantly lost all his anger. He held the phone in both hands and smiled softly: "Ah! Okay, don't rush, you write slowly."

After speaking, Editor Li hurriedly hung up the phone, looked at the editor-in-chief who was standing in front of him respectfully, and smiled awkwardly: "Hehehe, sir, hello, editor-in-chief."

The editor-in-chief held a white ceramic cup: "Come to my office."

Editor Li felt cold, it was over, it looked like her job might be in jeopardy!

Song Zhiyi was startled by the editor's sudden gentle tone, and couldn't help but feel a chill running down her back. Song Zhiyi immediately jumped up from the bed, "climbed" back to her desk, turned on the computer, and carefully typed, deleted, and deleted in the folder.

Song Zhiyi, who didn't write the last word, gave up on herself and lay on the bed with her cell phone, browsing Weibo.

There is no need to rush into something like writing an article.

The more anxious you are, the less likely you are to write.

Song Zhiyi saw that many fans in her super chat were urging her to publish new books every day, so Song Zhiyi posted a simple and crude Weibo:

@RabbitSir: This Rabbit King's new book "Professor Momoda" is in the archives. You can wait for it!

Not long after this Weibo was posted, fans exploded in the comment area:

[Family members, are we serious about the title of this book named by Ace Pigeon? 】

[Rabbit, if you let me go, I will tolerate it, and if you stop updating, I will tolerate it, but I really can’t bear it when you give me such a rustic name!]

[Help, my family, is there anyone who can organize a group to send razor blades to rabbits? I can’t stand this name anymore]

[She has completely let herself go and is not even willing to give her a serious name.]

[Look, look, the 10,000-year-old Ace Pigeon can still remember that he has a Weibo account, but when I saw the title of the book, I hoped that the Ace Pigeon might as well forget the Weibo account (dog)]

...

For a while, fans were making fun of Song Zhiyi's careless title, expressing their dissatisfaction. Some readers also sent private messages to Song Zhiyi asking her to think of a title.

However, Song Zhiyi didn't listen.

The more they wanted her to do something, well, she just wouldn't do it.

I just want to piss them off to death because they ask them to update it every day.

Song Zhiyi watched the fans' "angry" speeches with interest. The angrier they were, the happier she was.

Besides, Song Zhiyi thought that the title of the book was straightforward, wasn't it? Isn't it much more noble than those books like "The Domineering President: The Wife Runs with the Ball"?

One comment aroused Song Zhiyi's great interest:

@Rabbit’s Carrot: Stop accusing her. Don’t you understand this rabbit? She likes to go against us (ps: So what if we dislike her? In the end, she just licked her pussy and let out a lot of “complaints”)

Well.)

Song Zhiyi replied:

@Rabbit Master: @Rabbit’s Carrot: That’s so well said! I agree very much. Don’t say anything in brackets next time (dog)

Song Zhiyi chatted with fans for a while, then opened WeChat and saw the message Lu Xiwen sent to her. However, her phone had been in do not disturb mode and there would be no message reminders, so it took Song Zhiyi three hours to see it.

Lu Xiwen: [Senior sister, I saw a newly opened barbecue restaurant on the Internet. I wonder if you are free tomorrow. Can we go and try it together? 】

Song Zhiyi curled her lips, thinking of refusing, but then she thought that she hadn't had barbecue for a long time. As a senior foodie, Song Zhiyi admitted that it was difficult for her to resist the temptation of delicious food.

...

When Song Zhiyi arrived at the mall, she saw Lu Xiwen sitting under the umbrella of the coffee shop at the entrance of the mall.

Lu Xiwen smiled brightly, and when he saw Song Zhiyi, he immediately got up and trotted to Song Zhiyi.

"Sister Song, long time no see."

The two came to sit down in a barbecue restaurant with simple decoration. Lu Xiwen was wearing a white shirt and poured a glass of water for Song Zhiyi.

"Thank you." Song Zhiyi took the water glass from Lu Xiwen, put it to her lips, opened her mouth slightly and took a sip.

This water is really delicious, sweet and not greasy.

After all the dishes were served, Song Zhiyi was completely attracted by the fragrant barbecue and was busy cooking, completely forgetting the existence of Lu Xiwen.

Lu Xiwen looked at Song Zhiyi silently with a smile on his face. Both cheeks were stuffed with food, bulging like a greedy little hamster.

Senior sister is so cute.

Lu Xiwen recalled that day at Z University, when he saw Song Zhiyi standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, wearing a white skirt and men's Valentino shoes, with her back to the road, seriously admiring the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

At that moment, Lu Xiwen was deeply attracted by her back.

Lu Xiwen struggled all the way, but when he was about to reach the classroom, he turned back and ran back, and ran in front of Song Zhiyi.

Lu Xiwen said shyly: "Senior, can you give me your contact information?"

The moment Song Zhiyi turned around, Lu Xiwen admitted that he was stunned. A strand of beautiful hair was blown by the breeze, a pair of watery almond eyes, a straight nose, jade cheeks were slightly red, and the small and exquisite lips were painted with bright colors.

The lipstick makes it look particularly delicate.

At that moment, she was as beautiful as a rose blooming in summer, and his heart beat as she turned around.

"Senior, is that enough?"

Lu Xiwen asked carefully as he watched Song Zhiyi eat every piece of the barbecue.

Song Zhiyi chewed the pork belly in her mouth happily, not to mention how fragrant it was. Song Zhiyi looked at the empty plates in front of her, and suddenly remembered that Lu Xiwen seemed to have finished everything by himself.

Song Zhiyi was a little embarrassed: "Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally finished all the food."

It's over, I'm embarrassed.

Song Zhiyi wanted to find a hole for herself to crawl into, but the ladylike image she created was instantly destroyed!

But I have to say that the pork belly in this store is really delicious.

Lu Xiwen called the waiter and ordered some more meat.

"Professor Fu, take a look...can you help me go to Professor Tang to say something nice? I really didn't mean it that day."

A crisp, sharp and charming voice caught Song Zhiyi's attention.

Song Zhiyi raised her head and looked at the seat in front of her. She saw Song Zhiqing wearing a thin black silk lace suspender skirt sitting next to a middle-aged man with a beard in a black suit, but his hands touched her intentionally or unintentionally.

The middle-aged man's rough hands.

Song Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and looked at the scene he saw in front of him with some interest, but he was laughing at Song Zhiqing in his heart.

I really didn't expect that Song Zhiqing was still thinking about the embarrassment he made in front of Tang Yuchen that day, and wanted to find someone to help him put in a good word.

The middle-aged man smiled lovingly, stretched out his rough and rough hand and gently picked up Song Zhiqing's hand, stroking it back and forth.

Just listen to Fulut's non-standard Chinese: "I tried my best to explain it to him, but I don't know what he was thinking."

"Senior?"

Lu Xiwen saw Song Zhiyi staring at a certain place in a daze, and he had some questions: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhiyi looked away and smiled gently: "It's okay."

Lu Xiwen pointed to the freshly served pork belly and said with a smile: "Here comes the food."

Song Zhiyi was not in the mood to eat, so she leaned on the chair and pretended to play with her mobile phone. In fact, her gossip ears were already perked up, listening to what was going on in front of her.
Chapter completed!