"Do you remember how many holes you dug? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Do you know how many readers have called our publishing house in the past two years? Do you know what they said? Has the author passed away? Can I wait for the next volume in my lifetime?"
I knew the other person typed fast, but I didn't expect it to be this fast.
Seeing the screen full of excited exclamation marks, Ye Wan sighed, "I'm withdrawing now, can you pretend you didn't see it?"
"cannot!!!"
After the other party sternly rejected it, he sent an emoticon with an evil smile.
Subconsciously, he sensed something was wrong, and then he saw the other party send another message, "I have already sent out the draft just now, and I have already chosen a name for you! Dragon Slayer!"
"How is it? It's majestic and domineering, isn't it? You haven't filled the old holes yet and you've added new ones. If it were any other author, they would be ashamed to death. Hurry up and fill all the holes for me!"
"No need to reply, just start drawing!"
Ye Wan: ...
She was really just impulsive!!! Why is WeChat's recall function limited to two minutes? Can you give her two hours? Tears streaming down her face, Ye Wan clicked on a long-forgotten comic website.
As soon as I entered the homepage, everything went dark.
On the colorful homepage of the official website, the largest cover page is the comic that was just released a few minutes ago.
The website is extremely exaggerated.
"The great comic writer Tiankeng is here with his latest masterpiece "Dragon Slayer"!!!"
Ye Wan: !!! Clicking on the “Author Zone” and then entering the backstage, seeing the 999+ comments section, Ye Wan’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
At first glance, all you see is “Please update!”
When he clicked into his own portfolio again, he saw a lot of beautiful covers, many of which had the words "To be continued" on them. Ye Wan touched his nose guiltily.
Okay.
I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway.
Look at the time, the little bun has already got up.
Ye Wan made a video call.
"I heard from Sister Ke'er that some crazy fans have surrounded your hotel. Ye Xiaowan, your brother-in-law has gone to rescue you. You better stay in your room and don't run around."
"Okay. Sorry..."
"It doesn't matter."
Seeing Ye Wan still in her pajamas, knowing that she was fine, the little bun smiled and said, "Grandma Yu said she is much better now. It snowed again today, so it must be very slippery outside. I made an appointment with Grandma Yu to meet again in spring. Ye Xiaowan, you don't have to rush back..."
Relieved, the siblings chatted for a while.
After hanging up the phone, the breakfast sent by the hotel arrived.
After quickly washing up and eating, Ye Wan carried the tablet and sat in front of the bay window.
I wrote and drew, scribbled and revised, as if I didn't even notice the occasional snowflakes that drifted in through the cracks in the window.
Ye Wan immersed himself completely in the world of his writing.
…
The center of Magic City.
In the high-end apartment that towers into the sky, Ming Zhuxin looked at the snow outside the window and stretched lazily.
She got up and walked to the kitchen. When the rich aroma of coffee filled the air, Ming Zhuxin picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
Before I could even take a sip, the computer at the desk started dinging a few times.
That was the special reminder tone she set for several great authors under her.
And the one that was ringing at this moment, if she remembered correctly, had not been updated for more than two years.
After two years, she came to fill the hole?
Ming Zhu was stunned for a moment, then he quickly put down the cup and walked over.
(End of this chapter)