Slag longer: My editor's big focus is a bit different!

In order to more directly solve the problem of slag for a longer time, Yan Ruyu decided not to leave.

She wants a real person to urge the change one-on-one.

The scum held the pillow and locked it on the computer chair for a long time, with an embarrassed expression: "Do you really want to do this?" ”

Yan Ruyu took a sip of fruit tea and took a sip: "You didn't save the manuscript last time, but this time PK has already reported 50,000 manuscripts with her editor, do you know what I mean?" ”

The scum looked at her with a retarded look on his face.

Yan Ruyu sighed: "To put it simply, I'm here to urge the draft, as long as you can save even two thousand more manuscripts a day, PK I can arrange it for you." ”

The scum frowned for a long time: "Actually, pk is not pk, I don't care, isn't it just a casual fate, readers will naturally read it if they like it, and it's useless to arrange recommendations if they don't like it." ”

Yan Ruyu put down the teacup: "There is no recommendation, the exposure is different, you don't need me to say that you understand this truth, with your writing, as long as the recommendation bit keeps up, it is not a problem to multiply the data several times." ”

The scum replied very Buddha for a long time: "Actually, I don't care if it doubles or not." ”

Yan Ruyu felt that her brain was jumping again: "It doesn't matter if someone says plagiarism?" Now the gap between your number of fans and a city is slightly larger, the better the fan base, the more people will speak for her, so even if you don't plagiarize, you can't explain it clearly, so it doesn't matter? ”

The scumbag's expression didn't change for a long time: "It's okay, they said theirs, I wrote mine, there are so many on the Internet, it is inevitable that sometimes I will hit the stalks, and the people who eat melons have to say that it is plagiarism, and I can't help it, as long as my readers believe me." ”

Yan Ruyu rubbed the bridge of her nose: "There is a saying that people are terrible, sometimes your lack of explanation is just a weak heart in the eyes of others." ”

"And there are many people who say that you plagiarize, there will always be people who will be led away by the rhythm, plus your deadly update, aren't you afraid of losing readers?"

The scum showed a fearless smile for a long time: "Don't be afraid, it's not true love that will leave, and those who really love me will definitely accompany me to the end." ”

Yan Ruyu wanted to say something to persuade him, but the scum had already cut off her words for a long time: "Besides, I just write as a hobby, I want to tell my story to people who want to hear it, and I want them to like my characters, that's all, I don't want to be famous, and I don't want to make a lot of money from this." ”

Yan Ruyu: ......

"Turn the codeword!"

Nima has no desires and no desires, so she just leaves home!

After Yan Ruyu said to herself more than a dozen times and calmed down, she pulled her chair closer to the computer, so that she could supervise this guy at close range.

As everyone knows, as soon as she gets closer, the scum tenses her body for a longer time.

It's weird, he's nervous about Mao?

The slag thought about it for a long time, took out his phone and decided to relax.

Yan Ruyu saw that after the lock screen was successfully displayed on the computer, she was relieved to read the "Witch" carefully for a long time, I didn't pay attention to it before, but after studying it carefully today, I found that the plot was a little familiar.

There are some places that coincide with when she was a witch.

If this is placed on someone else, it is called a coincidence, but it is placed on the scum for a longer time, or on the body of the ghost......

She asked the scum for a longer time: "Where did you get the inspiration for this story?" ”

The other party didn't react, Yan Ruyu leaned over to take a look, and her voice gradually became cold.

"Is the game fun?"

The slag was shivering for a long time and didn't know where to press, and a high-pitched prompt sound immediately came from the mobile phone

“double kill ！”