My lily is also very well written

Yao An sat in front of the computer desk, staring at the blank document in a daze.

At this moment, the penguin in the lower right corner of the computer flickered.I clicked on it, and there was no surprise. It was indeed her chatty friend who came to Amway with a hit TV series and sent several paragraphs of text without finishing it.

She sighed with a headache, and reached out to tap the keyboard to interrupt her friend's Amway——

Yao An: Can you spell it?

Potato Chicken: Let me tell you that the heroine is very good-looking, and she is super cute when she is angry!

Potato Chicken: ...Spelling?

Potato Chicken: I said, have you checked my Amway?

Yao An: No, I don't have time to watch dramas recently, so I'll find someone else if I don't.

Potato Chicken: Really indifferent.

Potato Chicken: I'm done with today's update code, how about this, pull you into my spelling group, don't use the kind of pseudonym.

Yao An: Good.

After typing the last word, Yao An saw the invitation prompt from Potato Chicken, so he clicked OK casually.

Yao An is a professional writer, mainly writing novels on Jinjiang.com.She has had a hobby of writing novels since she was in college, and it has been seven years now, and she has also changed from being a little transparent at the beginning to a great god who patronizes the gold list for every article.

Potato Chicken is a friend she met when she entered the writing circle. She was originally not good at words, and there were not many authors she interacted with. Among them, Potato Chicken was the only one who could persist. This was thanks to the enthusiasm of the other party.

Potato Chicken pulled her into a small group with a small number of people. Because they couldn't use pseudonyms, everyone's group nicknames were replaced by numbers. She was the last person to join, ranking thirteenth.

But at the moment, the discussion in the group is in full swing, and no one has noticed the prompt of adding new people in the chat window.

Yao An didn't like group chats, so he glanced at the group that had been refreshing the content, and raised his hand to close it, but unexpectedly saw a familiar word, and couldn't help but pause.

The third child: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhho

Eleven: Touch the third child, Yao An has worked hard for so many years, which is why he has such achievements.

Boss: How can it be compared with Yao An, he is a god, unlike our little transparent, even after so many years, he will become old transparent

Third child: That's right, my eyes are bleeding

Eleven: How do you know that Yao An didn't write any essays before he became a god?

Eleven: To be honest, Yao Anda and I are gay friends, and I know that she has pounced on her many times before.

Eleven: So blindly complaining is useless, it is better to write more and read more to improve yourself.

I don't know if what Eleven said was too serious, and no one in the group that was still lively just now stopped talking.

Yao An propped her cheeks and raised her eyebrows. She had never had any other pseudonyms in the past, so she naturally knew that this person was lying.But she also lies to inspire others, although it seems that no one can drink such obvious chicken soup.

She shook her head with a half-smile, and finally typed out her first sentence after joining the group——

Thirteen: Eleven is right.

Seeing that someone responded to him, Eleven was very excited. He said several words to welcome the newcomers in a row, and then started his long speech.

Yao An didn't speak again, but instead opened the dialog box of Potato Chicken.

Yao An: Who are you?

Potato Chicken: ? ? ?

Potato Chicken: Oh, you said group, I am the seventh child, what's the matter?

Yao An: Do you know what Eleven's pseudonym is?

She had just finished asking, but she regretted it a little. It is very impolite to ask someone's pen name, but for some reason, she just suddenly wanted to know about the author.

Potato Chicken: You are asking the right person!

Potato Chicken: This is my college roommate. She is very obsessed with my novels, so she started writing.

Potato Chicken: I don’t know if you have any impression, but the girl who tipped you a dozen torpedoes is just a reader account.

Yao An tilted her head and thought for a moment. It seemed that there was such a person with a particularly long reader account, which was especially special in her reward list.

Yao An: Your roommate?

Potato Chicken: That's right, but you don't want to blow up your vest, and Weibo only has advertisements, so she doesn't know that we know each other.

Yao An: Oh.

Yao An: What's your pen name?

Potato Chicken: Konjac Duck!

Potato Chicken: Sounds good, and my pseudonym is a couple name!

Yao An paused, his lips pursed into a line in an instant.

Yao An: It doesn't sound good.

Yao An: Very earthy.

Potato Chicken: ...

Potato Chicken: Can I block you?

Yao An: No way, otherwise you can find someone to amuse your crude web dramas produced at a low cost.

Potato Chicken: What a small cost!

Potato Chicken: Goodbye!

Yao An shrugged his shoulders and simply refused to reply. He clicked on the Jinjiang website and typed Shiyi's pseudonym in the search column.

The search results popped up quickly, but the results were beyond Yao An's expectation. Eleven, who thought he was a novice, had more than a dozen search results.

But after a closer look, the corners of Yao An's lips curled up again.

Because except for the first one which is a novel, the rest are all long reviews written for her, and there is no other author in the dozens of long reviews, all without exception are hers.

Yao An has harvested many readers since the first book, but like this, he carefully wrote long comments for each article, and voted for more than a dozen deep-water torpedoes in a row. Even for her, there were only eleven readers who wanted to start writing articles. .

so cute.

Yao An switched the reader account, then clicked on Eleven's article and voted several mines in a row.

Within 2 minutes, Eleven's excited howls also appeared in the group.

Eleven: Oh my god, I'm so happy, a reader just threw mine at me!

Eleven: Not one, not two, but five!

Eleven: Really happy!

Yao An looked at Eleven's exclamation dumbfoundedly, thinking that this person must be doing background checks all the time.

But seeing that no one responded to her, Yao An still typed on the keyboard.

Thirteen: Congratulations.

The author has something to say:

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Eleven: Enthusiastic chatter, a positive energy idiot with a passion for blood in his heart.

Yao An: With a cold face and a warm heart, withdrawn and seldom talk, sullen.