Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Xu Yihan: "..."

Although Yang Liqiu's thing was really vicious - the canned hairtail couldn't prove that the urn wasn't sent by his fans, so he could only suffer from being dumb.However, Zhao Xin is too naive. He thinks that he can beat ten degrees and thousands of thousands by writing hard, defeating her fanatical fans and his marketing that Mr. Xu himself will end?

Write an article and write your brain stupid.

Xu Yihan said indifferently: "Okay, I understand."

Fang Wen also said: "This week, Bing Wang and the sound of the rain have not been updated. We have issued a statement and arranged for them to update next Monday, before [-]:[-] noon of Bing Wang, and before [-]:[-] pm of the sound of rain."

Xu Yihan nodded: "Yes."

He began to feel that it was a mistake to take over Weilan.

There are many ways for him to get back his shares, but he chose to accept when Old Xu called him back to China to manage Weilan—at that time, he really thought that Old Xu wanted him to compete with Xu Yize on the same stage.But now, Xu Yi directly handed over the daily affairs to a few professional managers, basically not caring about Haosheng.Obviously, he was the only one foolishly going around this company.Now there is another Yang Liqiu, which makes him want to leave even more, and he is locked in the company.

Xu Yihan pinched his brows irritably, he thought he must seize Yang Liqiu's opportunity.Of course, Xu Yize should not think about it.

When Xu Yihan was secretly planning for his own situation, another carnival had already started on Weibo.

The reason is that Donaldson revised the copy of "Farewell".

Donaldson's copywriting has always been extremely concise. He neither foretells the plot nor introduces the characters, but selects a sentence from the inside as the copy -- even this sentence seems to be chosen by him at random.Previously, the copywriting of "Guan Farewell" was:

"Wu Chun grabbed a handful of steel coins and stuffed them into his trouser pocket. When he walked, the waistband of his trousers collapsed."

Just such a single sentence is as confusing as guessing a lantern riddle.As a reader once said: Every time you read Donaldson’s, it’s like an adventure. You don’t know what the hell his copywriting is. After the 40-word nüè tears are shed on the Yangtze River, will he write BE bang bang bang bang on your face——Tiezi, we are all real warriors.

And this morning, when a sleepy-eyed reader clicked on "Guan Farewell" to make up for the updates of the past few days, she was stunned.

She blinked her eyes, thinking that she ordered the canned hairtail by mistake, but she immediately realized, no, the canned hairtail is the author of Weilan, this is Haosheng's app!

She refreshed the page in disbelief, and even exited and re-entered the app.

However, the copywriting of "Guan Farewell" has not changed——

"Recommended canned hairtail new article "President I'm Really Wrong", the affectionate and forbearing CEO male lead x the kind-hearted second-bī newcomer female lead, heart-warming urban workplace cookies, I would like to share with you. URL: https:/// novel-18453.html”

Reader: what?

Continue to look down, it's not over yet——

"In addition, the current favorites of "President I'm Really Wrong" are 84112. Whenever the collection of this article increases by 1 on this basis, "Guan Farewell" will add a chapter (more than [-] words)."

Reader: What are you talking about? !

It's not over yet—

"@Canned hairtail, compare your heart."

The reader is already speechless.

They stared at the copy of "Guan Farewell" for a long time, then silently exited Haosheng, opened Weilan, and entered "President, I was really wrong" in the search box.

Within half an hour, the number of collections of "President, I'm Really Wrong" exceeded [-].

And the Weibo comment section of Donaldson and canned octopus was full of demons dancing and drumming.

Donaldson Weibo:

@久光微兰: What kind of fairy love is this? !Who can stand this? !I asked who could bear it? !My Tang brother is not flirtatious, but he is already astonishing! ! !

@娟维云香: Great, so far you have added a new chapter, and today is just the beginning... Thousands of words can be turned into one sentence: Is the kidney okay?

@嫅娥: I have shared "President I'm Really Wrong" into the family group.

@江可树斯: Get married! ! !I beg you two get married! ! ! 5555555 Leave us alone! ! !

Canned Hairtail Weibo:

@今夜惊德佛: Your husband is so coquettish.

@陶: Your husband is so coquettish.

@味皮小秋: Your husband is so coquettish.

@周不日: Your husband is so coquettish.

Even Haosheng’s official microblog @赵盛文学 has screenshots of Donaldson’s copywriting: Guess how many chapters Donaldson will add today?

Liu Yusheng tremblingly called Zhao Xin:

"You... what are you doing?"

Zhao Xin said confidently: "Help you tweet, aren't all those well-connected authors like this?"

"That's not what you tweet!" Liu Yusheng was really anxious, "What if I can't finish writing?!"

"Well, two questions," Zhao Xin laughed softly, "First, of course I can't tweet like them, because our relationship is different from theirs. Second, I can finish writing, good boy."

Liu Yusheng felt sore and uncomfortable. Zhao Xin updated [-] words yesterday. He wrote from ten o'clock the night before yesterday to past six o'clock yesterday afternoon, during which time he only slept for more than five hours.And today, how much more will Zhao Xin add? !Can his body handle it? !

This is the first time, and Liu Yusheng hopes that the number of collections will not increase any more.

"It's really fine, but," Zhao Xin paused, "you can also encourage me."

Liu Yusheng: "Huh?"

"Such as posting Weibo or something."

"..."

Zhao Xin could imagine Liu Yusheng's blushing and beating heart holding the phone, and couldn't help teasing him: "It's okay if you don't post on Weibo, just send me a selfie."

Liu Yusheng: "It's not like you haven't seen me..."

Zhao Xin: "You don't need to slap your face."

Liu Yusheng: "Then where else can I shoot?" As soon as the voice fell, I realized it. The whole figure was like tofu dropped into hot water, bubbling and bubbling.

This person looks so cold and serious, why is he like this...

Zhao Xin smiled: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, Yusheng, let's talk about something serious."

Liu Yusheng tried his best to maintain a calm tone: "Huh? What?"

"What do you think about the urn?"

"..." Liu Yusheng was silent for a few seconds, and said helplessly, "Actually, I asked in the support group, but no one admitted it—this kind of thing, even if I did it, I wouldn't admit it."

"Perhaps it wasn't your readers who did it?"

"...I know, I know what you mean," Liu Yusheng said in a low voice, "but we can't investigate, she does whatever she says. I can feel that she is targeting me, before... But I didn't Mess with her, hey."

Zhao Xin said clearly: "Because you are as popular as her, this competition is mainly scored based on subscription rewards. To put it bluntly, it is more popular than the author. From the current point of view, you are her strongest competitor."

"Yes, I know..." Liu Yusheng pursed his lips and asked suddenly, "Why did you participate in this competition?"

Zhao Xin: "What do you think?"

Liu Yusheng already had a vague guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure. He tentatively said, "It just broke out that I plagiarized you..."

"Then I felt that the canned hairtail was you," Zhao Xin took his words. "The people in Azure told me that the canned hairtail was indeed you, but I still couldn't get close to you. There happened to be this competition, so I participated in it."

"...Because of this?"

"Ah."

Sure enough.

However, when his guess was confirmed, Liu Yusheng didn't feel too excited.Because he knew that Zhao Xin's writing style was not suitable for this competition at all - Zhao Xin had never written a story with fantasy elements before.Moreover, to be honest, Zhao Xin's popularity is not dominant. Although he has a lot of die-hard fans, the number of fans is still no more than ten thousand.

——It’s not as good as canned hairtail.

This is one thing that is easy to understand: Zhao Xin's style is relatively gloomy, and the content is often cruel because of being too real, like the rust of the cold weather, cold and astringent.Such a text is bound to require the patience of the reader.And patience—since it’s the Internet, how much patience can we ask for?

Maybe it's the fan filter, maybe it's beauty in the eye of the beholder, Liu Yusheng always feels that this competition is not worthy of Zhao Xin - Anonymous Solitaire, isn't this just for entertainment?To put it more bluntly, he himself is not worthy—it is not worthy of Zhao Xin participating in this competition just to get close to him.

To a certain extent, he cherishes Zhao Xin's words even more than himself.

"Okay, you should go to sleep soon," Liu Yusheng said worriedly, "I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Zhao Xin smiled: "Well, I'll just sleep for a while, and I'll send you a message when I wake up."

Zhao Xin was indeed tired. Although staying up late was commonplace for Internet writers, he not only stayed up late and had less sleep in the past two days, but also suffered a lot from writing.Not only did he write an update of [-] words, but he also tried his best to change his writing habits: those touching and twisting plots were more difficult than he imagined.He had to carefully sort out the development of the storyline over and over again, without missing every foreshadowing and turning point. There were even times when he had already written a large section of detailed psychological descriptions, but forced himself to delete them.